(A/N: I wrote this at like 1AM. I've been trying to fight my way through writer's block, please forgive me. Apologies if anyone is OOC, I haven't actually watched Hetalia for a while.)animesparkleluv96
The curtains in the small room were drawn open, allowing moonlight to drift in. The occasional fleck of dust was visible. No sounds could be heard, except for the breathing of the two figures in the room. One awake, and sat up on a bed, and one still in a slumber, resting next to the other.
Tired (E/C) eyes gazed out the window, watching the snow gracefully dance down to the ground below. Admiring the gentle breeze outside, that caused the branches from the pine trees to wave ever so slightly. Her gaze drifted from the window to the man who lay beside her. A faint smile spread onto her lips, as she looked at her lover of many years.
His chest rose and fell evenly, his lips parted slightly. His blond locks were in a messier fashion than usual. The light coming from the window reflected off of his skin, giving him a sort of angelic glow.
One of her hands drifted up, to move a strand of hair that fell in front of his face. Her movements were careful, as to not wake him up. His hair was soft, she would never grow tired of the feeling of it.
Her hand was moved back to her side, and her focus was brought back to outside. However, instead of focusing on outside, her mind chose to explore her memories, of all the wonderful moments she had with her beloved.
She wasn't sure how long she had been like that. Just remembering different things that had occurred, but it must have been for a bit.
The figure next to her stirred, before slowly opening his eyes. A bright violet color, one of the many things she fell in love with. He brought a hand up, to rub the sleep out of his eyes, before he focused on the girl next to him, sitting upright. She had yet to notice his movements, as she was apparently too far into her mind.
He quietly reached for one of her hands, and slowly took it in his larger one. It appeared to be enough to get her attention, as her head quickly turned to look at him.
"What are you doing up, sunflower?" He yawned. His thumb rubbed small circles on her hand. His accent thicker, due to his tired nature.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Just couldn't sleep, I guess."
He hummed in acknowledgement, before sitting up. His hands moved to her shoulders, the one that was holding her hand trailed a pathway up her arm. He began giving her a massage, careful not to be too rough. He leaned in, closer to her face, and pecked her on the cheek. She gave a content sigh, but soon ended up yelping quietly, as she was moved to sit between her lover's legs. The massage continued, and she was pulled to lean against his chest. His head rested on hers. He hummed quietly, a song that she assumed was a lullaby of some sort.
The two stayed in that position for a while. The female felt herself growing tired, and couldn't hide the yawn that escaped her. She felt him chuckle.
"Are you ready to sleep now?" His voice was just above a whisper. She didn't reply with words, but he felt the movements of her nodding. He smiled, before laying back down. She moved her body to get into a more comfortable position.
Her head rested on his chest, and her arms were placed around her waist in a light hug.
She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and felt his chest move with each breath he took. His scent was calming, and seemed to lure her deeper into sleep. She yawned again, feeling more than ready to go back to sleep. She moved slightly, looking up at her partner, who had already fallen back asleep. A lazy smile adorned her features. She nestled her head into his chest, her eyes drifting shut.
It was always easier to sleep, when she was being held in his arms.