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Warm.  It was so warm.  I opened my eyes slowly, just a little, reveling in the comfortable warmth contrasting the cold air on my neck, shoulder, and arm.  The smooth chest beneath my fingertips registered and I smiled, making a soft noise of contentment as I rubbed my cheek against Matthias.  He chuckled in response, my entire body shaking with his laughter since I was partly laying on him, stretched out along the length of him with my head tucked under his chin.

“Mornin’, babe,” he said, smoothing my hair with a long stroke of his hand.  I made another noise, closing my eyes again.  It was rare to have a morning in bed with my boyfriend.  Usually one or the other of us needed to run off somewhere first thing in the morning, but today was a holiday and we could sleep in.

“Still tired?” he asked, chuckling.  I grunted in annoyance, his question ruining the sweetness of the moment as I recalled precisely why I was tired.

“It wasn’t my idea to drink until four in the morning, you alcoholic,” I grumbled, rolling off of him and wiggling my fingers against his side in the process so that he yelped.  Tickling successful, I propped myself up on my elbow only to go down with a shriek as he flung himself on me, his fingers sliding onto my inner thigh to wriggle there so that I kicked at him, wrenching his hand away from me and catching his other wrist in my free hand as it dove for my ribs.  He pressed down on me, trying to use his weight to pin me, but I twisted, getting my feet against the wall and pushing hard enough to flip us both over so that I had our hands trapped between us while I bore down on him with both weight and muscle.

“I am not an alcoholic!” he protested, trying to tickle me again.  I gave him a look of disbelief.

“The way you drink Matthias?  You need to lay off the sauce before you prematurely pickle your liver,” I retorted, before letting go of him and snatching up the down comforter that was about to fall off the end of the bed.  I wrapped the fluffy white cloud of a cover around myself with a shudder.

“God, it’s freezing out,” I griped.  Matthias laughed at me, folding back the edge of the comforter that I had put over my head like a hood.

“It’s not that cold,” he said, kissing me to stall my objection.   I let him, but the second he pulled away for breath I complained.

“It is too that cold!  Have you seen the frost on the windows?” I growled.  He grabbed the visible edge of the comforter and wormed his hand into my cocoon to find the other edge.  I steadfastly held my ground, keeping the comforter wrapped tightly around me.

“Would you just get rid of that thing?” he asked, exasperated, “Or let me in.  Your choice.”  I turned up my nose at that.

“No,” I said stubbornly, “It’s too cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he promised with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.  I stared at him, horrified.

“It’s bad enough you still insist on sleeping without a shirt on,” I said, pointing an accusing finger at his sleep-pants-only-and-barefoot state, “Now you want to undress me too?  I’ll freeze to death!”  I routinely wore my pajamas to bed these days, a warm blue and pink plaid flannel top and pant set that I frequently added fuzzy socks and a camisole to.

“Hey, you like that I never wear a shirt to bed,” Matthias shot back, getting frustrated and jerking the comforter’s edges from my hands through pure force, shouting in triumph as he did so.  “Ah ha!”  I made a desperate bid for the comforter, but Matthias tackled me, catching me around the waist and bearing me down on the bed with a yelp of surprise on my part.

“No, it’s cold!” I whined, squirming beneath him as he tried to gather my flailing limbs and only succeeded in subduing my arms though he didn’t still their movement completely and I nearly managed to smack him in the face.

“God, stop-  Babe, don’t hit me in the face!” he grumbled without malice as he finally caught my wrist and pinned it down.  He leaned down to get in my face, his breath hot on my skin.

“Do not,” he said rather seriously, “Hit me in the face.”

“It’s not like you need that pretty face, but okay, I won’t hit you,” I taunted him, leaning up to plant my tongue on his cheek and drag it up to his eyebrow.  He scrambled away from me with a shriek of outrageously offended sensibility.

“That is so gross!” he howled, scrubbing at his face with his hand and wiping off the already mostly dry spot on his face.  I was laughing too hard to even roll over.

“It is not funny!” he pouted, and I laughed all the harder, tears fracturing my vision before streaming down my temples.

“You didn’t see your face,” I gasped, finally rolling onto my side away from him and trying to stop laughing long enough to catch my breath.  It took a few minutes, but Matthias was still sulking after I had stopped laughing, so I sat up on my knees to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “But your face was really that funny.  Don’t be mad at me.  Please?”

“Okay,” he mumbled, turning his head to kiss me on the cheek too, but I found his lips with mine and left them there.  Before long, his expression had softened and we simply sat there and kissed for a while.

Later, we played a drinking game involving kids’ movies and got well and truly plastered.  Again.

A cute, fluffy little one-shot featuring Denmark.

Part 1: You are here!
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Hetalia (c) Himaruya-sensei
You (c) You
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ajmonkeygirl99 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Perfection. :iconbrohugplz:
irunforfun1021 Featured By Owner May 17, 2013
This story has all my love. <3
Naelianne Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
Aww, such a per-fect Danmark... I've read some of your reader inserts, you're so damn good at writting cute and lovely thing, I'm jealous :iconfrenchsquealplz:
CardinalDesertFox Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Awwww, thank you! I promise you, it took me a long time to get here. Practice, practice, practice will help you get to where you want to be! :)
Naelianne Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012
You're welcome and thanks for the advice :) I'm trying hard but all I manage to write are sad stories or horror stories XD
CardinalDesertFox Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
But it's good that you're stretching yourself! I need to do more of that myself. A little horror practice would not be amiss on my side. I've never written horror. ^^ Genre-wise, I've done general, romance, and drama, but I want to try the other categories here on deviantArt too.

Sometimes, your first tries don't need to be complicated. If things aren't working, then try doing a bare-bones outline of what you want to happen. Add details after you have the basic plot down. I swear, this is a really helpful technique and I use it all the time. :) Good luck!
Naelianne Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2012
I would love to see what kind of horror stories you would write :) For those I usually take my inspiration in horror games, books and movies (some books are really well detailed, it gives me goosebumps) and also my studies (yep they can be useful ^^).

I will try your method (actually, I write my stories by instinct, when something pops up in my mind, but it's not really effective sometimes). So, really thank you and good luck to you too! :iconspainwinkplz:
PrussianPersephone Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I read this and it's counterpart awhile ago, but never had the chance to comment nor fave due to the fact I was at school and was busy.

Anyway...I love this. Denmark is one of my favorite characters, and I love the way you wrote him in here. He's mischievous yet affectionate and caring. All my feels.

I love you.
CardinalDesertFox Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Well, at least you came back to comment, which I appreciate beyond the reach of all words~! :heart:

I love Denmark too! And he is definitely mischievous, but he's still so caring and of course he's going to be affectionate... He just... he had a life in my head right away, and I loved writing about him!

Awww, I love you too, Bridget! :iconloveloveplz:
PrussianPersephone Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
YOU MAKE EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS. I seriously freaking loved your portrayal of Matthias.

Love goes around. :heart:
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