Hi, hi! I was staying at my friend's house in Belfast all last week so I couldn't update but here I am now, enjoy.

Forty-One: Snoozing

"Well. Would you look at that," said France.

"I know." Northern Ireland added, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the complimentary coffeemaker and plopped in a few spoonful's of sugar. "Pretty amazing, isn't it?"

"I wish I had a camera."

"Don't worry," said Canada, sitting at the cabin's small kitchen island and working on a jigsaw puzzle. "Japan already took about a dozen pictures."

"Oh, good." Hungary rubbed at her head, her eyes glued to the spectacle in the living room.

America and England, fast asleep on the union-jack rug before the stone hearth. Cuddling.

America, turned away from England, had his head resting upon England's arm. The Brit's other arm was draped over his waist, holding America close against him, his face buried into his messed up hair.

"I told you they should share a bed together," Northern Ireland said, smirking.

Hungary shook her head again. "You think they've been there all night?"

"Well, Japan claimed that America did go to their room after the movie was over, but he doesn't know when he got up again."

"But I was up at five this morning," said Canada, fitting two puzzle pieces together. "And there they were."

"Huh."

Hungary accepted a cup of coffee from Northern Ireland when it was handed to her, her gaze sweeping over the unusual couple again. "They're kind of cute, aren't they?"

"Very cute," agreed Northern Ireland, "when they're sleeping. I'm just sticking around to see their reactions when they finally wake up."

France raised his eyes with a mischievous twinkle. "Actually," he said, turning to glance over her shoulder at the couple. "I don't think they are sleeping."

His comment aroused a very small, almost unnoticeable tensing in the snoozing enemies.

"In fact," he continued, raising his voice as they all watched the pair with mute curiosity, "I think they've both been awake for the past hour, but they're just pretending to be fast asleep so that they don't have to get up and go back to fighting. I think they're enjoying this little truce. Maybe a little too much."

As they stared, two mutual blushes climbed up into the cheeks of England and America.

Northern Ireland snorted. Hungary gaped.

"Shut up," came a sleepy growl from the green-eyed nation.

England, for his part, resorted to loud snoring and tightened his hold around America.

Neither of them woke up.

Cute, right? Hope you liked! LucyMoon1992 x