A simple request in which nation A has insomnia, and nation B helps get them to sleep. Just straight up cuddling, holding, soothing-voice fluff-fluffity-fluff-fluff-fluff *anon who has sleeping troubles herself would really appreciate it*
As a hint I tend to ship anything to do with Allies and/or Baltics. Whatever writer!anon find best will work though :3
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anonymous
February 1 2010, 05:53:00 UTC
The antique grandfather clock downstairs had never sounded so loud before. England stared, eyes wide open, at the ceiling, each tick-tock, tick-tock more like the sound of drums right in his ear. Even if he pulled a pillow over his head, the sound was still there. Loud and keeping him from the blessed arms of sleep. But then the clock probably wouldn’t sound so thunderous if his mind wasn’t already in a tizzy of restlessness and jumbled thoughts that he couldn’t organize. The time piece was just magnified to make easing his mind impossible.
Beside him, America was deep in sleep, his breathing slow and even, one arm draped lightly around England. Normally America was the last to fall asleep and consequently the last to awake, but now, for once, the roles were reversed. England wouldn’t admit it, but he liked to watch America sleep. It was the only time he could admire his lover without scrutiny from anyone, including said lover. Then he could trace the fine lines around America’s face (that the younger nation would vehemently deny the
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anonymous
February 1 2010, 05:53:55 UTC
“Call me a damsel again and I’ll crush your vital regions,” he fumed, earning only a quiet laugh in reply, but he did as he was told and relaxed in America’s arms.
In that position, he could press his ear to America’s chest and listen to his heart beat, the same way he liked to do when America was asleep and wasn’t aware he was doing it. Right then, he knew America wouldn’t tease him over it, not when America was occupied with trying to soothe him in other ways. Slightly calloused fingers were running up and down his back, lips were pressing over and over against his forehead, murmuring gentle nothings all the while. It was working, England’s restless mind finally focusing on only one thing. America. He let the steady, rhythmic sound of his lover’s heartbeat drown out the booming of the clock and he draped an arm around America as he pressed closer.
Before America’s ministrations finally lulled him to sleep, England was vaguely aware of lips pressing against his, and a voice whispering softly, “I love you. Good night.”
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anonymous
February 1 2010, 08:37:41 UTC
AWWWW, this was too sweet!! everything that's good about sleeping with someone you love is here in this little piece. good work, anon ;) Also, you nailed their voices ^^
This anon feels so lucky to have yet another adorable fill, and loves USUK <333 awww, just reading this makes me feel all sweet and sleepy... thanks ^^
A simple request in which nation A has insomnia, and nation B helps get them to sleep. Just straight up cuddling, holding, soothing-voice fluff-fluffity-fluff-fluff-fluff *anon who has sleeping troubles herself would really appreciate it*
As a hint I tend to ship anything to do with Allies and/or Baltics. Whatever writer!anon find best will work though :3
Hope OP doesn't mind a little US/UK.
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Beside him, America was deep in sleep, his breathing slow and even, one arm draped lightly around England. Normally America was the last to fall asleep and consequently the last to awake, but now, for once, the roles were reversed. England wouldn’t admit it, but he liked to watch America sleep. It was the only time he could admire his lover without scrutiny from anyone, including said lover. Then he could trace the fine lines around America’s face (that the younger nation would vehemently deny the ( ... )
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In that position, he could press his ear to America’s chest and listen to his heart beat, the same way he liked to do when America was asleep and wasn’t aware he was doing it. Right then, he knew America wouldn’t tease him over it, not when America was occupied with trying to soothe him in other ways. Slightly calloused fingers were running up and down his back, lips were pressing over and over against his forehead, murmuring gentle nothings all the while. It was working, England’s restless mind finally focusing on only one thing. America. He let the steady, rhythmic sound of his lover’s heartbeat drown out the booming of the clock and he draped an arm around America as he pressed closer.
Before America’s ministrations finally lulled him to sleep, England was vaguely aware of lips pressing against his, and a voice whispering softly, “I love you. Good night.”
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reCaptcha: "gunwales his" Maybe England will have sweet dreams about his pirate days, yes?
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Also, you nailed their voices ^^
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