Anon asked: SweIce?
It was nearly midnight when someone knocked on his bedroom door. Sweden dragged himself out of bed and already prepared to strangle whoever had thought it was a good idea to disturb him. Denmark, probably. It was always Denmark.
"For the last time, I don't—"
It wasn't Denmark.
Iceland clutched blankets and a pillow. "Can I sleep here?"
Sweden thought he'd misheard. "Sleep here?"
"Nor's acting stupid again and he won't leave me alone."
"Ah… Well, then." He stepped aside so Iceland could walk in. The latter wasted no time in dumping his sheets on the big bed and crawling underneath them. "Goodnight," he muttered.
Sweden stood frozen in place for a moment before he walked over to his bed and climbed in as well. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes. It's warm."
Of course it was. Sweden had been laying there only a moment ago after all. But he didn't particularly mind having to take the cold side. In the slight moonlight that peeked through the curtains, he could see Iceland nuzzling into the sheets, a light pink dusting his cheeks.
The sight made Sweden himself stare. Would Iceland be angry if he scooted a bit closer? Just a few inches?
Iceland opened his eyes for a moment and nearly flew up against the ceiling. "Stop staring like that or I'm going to Finland instead!"
"Oh. Sorry." But he couldn't look away.
"Could you… could you roll over?"
Sweden nodded and turned his back to Iceland. "'Night."
"Yeah, goodnight."
When Sweden woke up the next morning, there was an arm around his waist and a face pressed against his back. He didn't dare stir, afraid to wake Iceland up. All he could do, was place a hand on Iceland's arm and let the warmth take him back to sleep.