8. Eight Hours of Snow

"Well, going outside is out of the question." Alfred came back inside just a few seconds after he opened the front door with the plan of buying more eggnog.

"Oh?" Ivan looked up from his book as he watched his husband. It had been less than a minute but Alfred's skin already looked red with cold and he couldn't help but chuckle at that. There was a reason Ivan preferred to remain in the states during the cold seasons. One because it was naturally a bit warmer (using the term loosely) and two because Alfred would become a Popsicle.

"It's practically a blizzard out there! There was so much snow flying all over that I thought I was going to be swept away and find myself waking up on the yellow brick road!" Alfred sighed heavily as he began to take off his silly burger earmuffs and heavy coat. "I guess we can't get any eggnog until it calms down."

"We? You're the only one that drinks that stuff." Ivan uncurled himself from his spot on the couch and patted the space next to him for his lover to sit down. Upon glancing out the window he confirmed that Alfred wasn't exaggerating. The snow was covering the view of everything outside although he doubted any sane person would be out there anyway.

"That's 'cause you're too busy drinkin' vodka! I've seen your bottle, babe. Ain't no use lyin'!" Alfred let out a breathy laugh as he planted himself next to the Russian man. Immediately, he found his hand reaching over to squeeze the other's. With a hum he brought Ivan's hand up and kissed his knuckles.

"Your definition of punishment is very strange," Ivan quirked a brow but otherwise did nothing to stop the man. Alfred's thigh was against his and he only seemed to want to get closer as he shifted and leaned his head on the larger nation's shoulder. The younger blond tilted his head, gently bit down on Ivan's scarf, then tugged it down as best as he could. Once his neck was bare (which he only allowed around his husband), Alfred pressed a chaste kiss to it.

Ivan shivered at the contact to the sensitive area. "What are you up to, sneaky sunflower?"

"'m cold," Alfred admitted as he breathed softly against Ivan's neck.

"I don't know if getting close to the man known for being a cold nation is the smartest idea," Ivan murmured as he turned his head and nuzzled into Alfred's hair. The blond's hair tickled his nose and he didn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

"Nah, you're warm enough." The American yawned and brought his own feet onto the couch as he curled up at Ivan's side. He closed his eyes, yawned, and before Ivan knew it he was asleep.

Amused at his lover's ability to sleep just about anywhere he wanted without much trouble, he slipped an arm around Alfred's waist and held him close to his side. With his free hand he leaned over the arm of the couch to grab the remote. He turned the television on and skimmed through the channels before deciding the news would probably be a good thing to check up on.

"This is channel seven news with updates on the weather," a woman's voice traveled into their room. "Reports say that the snow outside will possibly go on for eight hours tonight. Tomorrow morning will hold the news on whether or not certain or perhaps all schools are closed. We'll have more updates on just how much snow to expect right after this commercial break."

Ivan furrowed his brows and hummed. Alfred probably won't be too happy to hear that when he wakes up. For now, though, he pressed a kiss to the sleeping man's temple before closing his own eyes.

They'll deal with it when they wake up.