Prussia
You were sitting on the couch, watching TV one boring Saturday afternoon when you heard a knock on the door. Being the only one awake- seeing as your boyfriend Gilbert was still asleep, you stood up to open it, only to be stopped by arms slinging around your waist and a head nuzzling into your hair.
"Gutten Morgen." Gilbert groggily greeted, his voice coming off as muffled due to being in contact with your hair.
You rolled your eyes and tried to wriggle free from his grip, but to no avail. Even when he just woke up, he was still fairly strong, and the arm around your waist was enough to prove it. "Morning yourself, it's already two in the afternoon Gil." You said with a bit of amusement in your voice, "And you'll have to excuse me, I need to get the door."
He didn't get to protest as you already reached for the doorknob and twisted it open, the sight of one of your best friends greeting you, "Heya ____!" Elizabeta greeted with a chirp to her voice, only to be ruined by the man that was still clinging to your waist. "Is she bothering you sweety? Want me to rip him off?" She offered, a menacing look in her eyes that managed to make you laugh nervously.
Before you could decline her generous offer though, Gilbert had already piped up. "No thank you Lizzie, bye now. The awesome me needs some time with his awesome girl." And on that note, he slammed the door shut before picking you up and carrying you towards the sofa, where he sat and didn't let go of you as he fell asleep once again, but this time, with his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, and you on top of him.
Denmark
You were just walking home from another tiring day at college when you spotted a figure running towards you, the person seemed both familiar and strange at the same time, and you soon realized why.
The figure that was running full speed towards you was actually your boyfriend, Matthias. And the thing that made him look a bit strange was the fact that he was wearing normal clothes: a white shirt, ripped skinny jeans, sneaks, and a baseball cap, instead of his usual black and red uniform.
"______!" He yelled before scooping you up and spinning you around, successfully attracting the attention of a handful of strangers.
"Matt!" You squeaked. "What happened? What are you doing?" You asked confused at the sudden action, well, the adorableness was a normal thing for him, but what you meant was the clothes and whole meeting-you-on-your-way-from-school thing.
He blinked his bright, wide eyes once before grinning and putting you down. "Nothing." He replied innocently before intertwining your fingers then gently swinging your arms back and forth. "Just wanted to seen you."
His words made the faintest shade of pink appear on your cheeks before you asked again, this time, with a slight twinge of amusement in your voice, "Why so random? Not that I'm complaining but...," You said dragging out the word 'but'.
He just grinned and laid his head on top of yours before giving you a sideways hug. And during the hug, he managed to shrug and repeated, "Nothing."
And just after that, you both walked down the streets hand in hand where he walked you until you reached your apartment and he hung out for a night full of cuddling, games and marshmallows.
Alfred
"Hah!" Alfred said triumphantly as he raised both his arms up before using one to point at the two brightly flashing words on the screen. "I won!" He declared before laughing proudly. "Like I said, nothing can beat the Hero."
From your spot on the couch, you smiled and rolled your eyes. "Psh, it's just a computer. I'm sure I can beat you ten seconds flat." You said, one hand holding onto the book you were reading while the other was holding a few curls that you popped into your mouth one by one.
The self-cheer suddenly stopped after your comment, and was replaced by an unfamiliar silence. And from the time you spent with Alfred you knew that silence never ever meant good. It only ranged from bad to worse, and you seriously didn't want to find out right now. Not that you were scared, just tired and too lazy to sit up from the couch.
"Alfred, what are you planning?" You asked, eyes still not tearing away from the book in your hands. "Alfred?" You tried again. And with a mixture of nervousness, curiosity and doubt biting away at you, not looking up was becoming harder and harder by the second.
So with much regret, you glanced up. Big mistake. You were greeted by a wave of tickling and laughter, the action was so sudden, that it made you drop both your book and snacks onto the furniture and carpeted floor. "OhmygoshAlfredSTOP!" You squealed out, though it was almost immediately covered up by the endless waves of laughter that escaped your lips.
"No!" He replied, a wicked grin on his lips. "Say I won!" He ordered, a few laughs escaping from himself as he continued to tickle your sides. "Say it!"
And though there were tears at the corners of your eyes, you managed to shake you head 'no' after a failed attempt of concealing your laughter.
"Then more tickles for you," He grinned mischievously as his face leaned down closer to yours. Your first reaction though, was to clamp a hand over your mouth and cover your eyes. You tried to say stop, but it came out as mere muffles against your hands and was eventually drowned out by laughter, much like the other words you tried to utter.
A few minutes later, the tickling had managed to tire you out, so you raised your hands in defeat. "Okay okay!" You said smiling, "You won."
The triumphant grin once again returned to his face, but then you added, "I'd still mop the floor with you though." To which he laughed, shook his head and laid down next to you after placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
