This piece is inspired by Morning's A Peach (Come Back to Bed) by Anya Marina.
Come Back to Bed
Prussia blinked as the sunshine poured through the window and splashed across their bedspread. He tried to cover his head with his pillow but it was too late.
He was awake.
Damn.
He sighed and lowered his pillow and glanced down at the blonde wrapped around his frame. He was nude and seemed to sparkle in the sunshine but perhaps that was the semen from their encounter a couple of hours earlier. His curls were tousled and knotted from where Prussia had tangled his fingers in the midst of their passion.
Canada.
Prussia felt a slow smile spread across his face as he remembered running his hands down that chest and kissing that collarbone. He could see half a dozen bruises marking his conquest and it pleased the more primal piece of him.
He wiggled a bit, looking for injuries of his own, and found a smattering of scratches across his stomach and thighs. He could not see his neck but he felt the sandpaper smear of love bites dusting his own collarbone and neck. These wounds pleased him just as much as the ones on his sweetheart.
He pet his blonde curls with an absentminded hand before stretching his arms above his head and attempting to untangle himself from the bedsheets and the other nation. Canada moaned and tightened his grasp on him.
"Matthew, we need to get up."
"Fuck that," he mumbled against his ribcage and the vibrations tickled.
"C'mon. I still need to get up."
"Fuck you too, then."
Prussia could not help but laugh. Canada was often sweet and temperate but not when he was exhausted and, well, their games had been exhausting. He jostled him.
"Let me go and I'll make breakfast."
"No."
"Let me go and I'll fetch the newspaper."
"No."
"Let me go and I will stop bothering you."
"No! Just shut up and come back to bed." He wrenched him back under the covers with a growl and Prussia lost his balance. He landed with his head back in the cascade of pillows while Canada climbed up to use his shoulder as a pillow instead.
"C'mon…"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"What if I…?"
"Shut up. Come back to bed."
Prussia bit his lip. The other nation was adorable when he threw one of his rare tantrums and he could not help but laugh. He smoothed his fingers through his curls, loosening the knots, and admired his features. He was almost delicate besides the frown. It was cute.
"What about…?"
"No. Shut up."
"But I…"
"Shut up."
"But I might…"
"Shut. Up." Canada cracked open one of his eyes to squint at Prussia. "And come back to bed."
Prussia returned the glare for all of two seconds before shrugging his shoulders and settling back down with him. He might want to leave but Canada wanted him to stay even more and who was he to argue with that? He knew that he was awesome. Who could blame poor Canada for wanting him to stay?
"Fine. You win."
"Mmmm." He sighed and kissed him on the shoulder without shifting much and licked one of the bruises there. Prussia wound their hands together and Canada returned the gesture. "Thank you."
"But you owe me."
"Mmhmm. Sure."
"Big time."
"Whatever."
"And…"
"Gilbert?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
Author's Notes:
Yes, so, a minor bout of mania tonight… This morning? Ugh, I have work in a couple of hours… Like, as in, two hours. Sigh…. But in the meantime, another one shot for Inspired because I might as well. Ugh. I just feel awful (it was a bad week, month, etcetera). Gah!
This is how I wake up too. I guess I should go to bed now...
Oh, and… You did not think he was about to 'sparkle' in the sunlight, did you? I would never live that down. Please. That was semen.
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