Alfred tossed and turned in his sleep from the nightmare, waking up, covered in sweat, to find the creepy Russian standing over him.

Russia simply stood there for a long while, staring into Americas soul with his eyes, a childish smile on his face, " Privet, Amerika"

"Holy Fuck, Ivan!" he sits up "When did you get here?"

He stands there, again, staring for the longest time, "Russia is always watching, Amerika..." Stares again, going silent.

He tosses a pillow at the Russian. "You are so creepy."

"Nyet. Russia is like Santa Clause, " He says, ignoring the fact that a pillow just hit him,

"I am watching everyone always..." Slowly fades into the darkness, but he is still there, you can feel his eyes, barring into your soul.

He tosses more pillows. "You just ruined Christmas for me, you sicko!"

He started to materialize behind you, in your bed, "But if you are good boy, Amerika, you get present, "

He whispered, wrapping his scarf around the other nation.

He pales. His boyfriend's 'presents' weren't always pleasant to receive. He snuggles into the scarf anyways, blushing slightly.

Using the scarf, Ivan pulled Al closer, his lips just inches away from Alfred's, "Has Amerika been good boy... or bad?"

He lightly nipped and tugged on the others lower lip.

"Good?" Couldn't they just cuddle for once?

He smirked, kissing him lightly on the lips, a finger lightly caressing America's cheek,

"Is too bad, da? I would have liked to be teaching you lesson."

Alfred breathes a sigh of relief, snuggling close to the warm Russian.

The bigger of the nations held the smaller close, restting his chin on Al's head. His fingers toyed the the hairs on Amerika's neck.

He yawns. Ivan had woken him up in the middle of the night, after all.

Russia lifts his partners chin, kissing him softly on the lips, "You may sleep now, da?"

He returns the kiss, then snuggles against the larger nation, drifting off.

He holds the blonde close, stroking his hair, watching as he slept before slipping off to slumberland himself.

LA LA LA TIMESKIP LA LA LA

;D

Alfred wakes up fairly late, blinking in the morning sun.

Russia had woken up an hour earlier. But, he still held the America, not wanting to wake him, "Morning, lyubov, "

"Morning, Ivan..." The Russian definitely hadn't been there when he went to bed last night, but he wasn't hungover and he still had his

clothes on, that was good.