One of the things you found adorable about the North American twins was that they could fall asleep anywhere. On anybody. And be completely cool about it when they woke up.
You rolled over onto your side, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. The red numbers on your alarm clock burned 2:03. You groaned and flopped your head back down on the pillow. Where was Matthew? He had attended the World Meeting a day before and had called this morning to say, in his soft, sweet way, that his flight had been delayed. He and Kumajirou were going to be late getting home. You wish he would have at least left the bear with you so you would have someone to talk to. You felt yourself drifting back off to sleep and tugged the blanket up over your shoulder.
~------------Le time skip!------------~
You were stirred from your sleep by something brushing past your nose. Blinking your eyes open, you saw a familiar white face and little black nose. Kumajirou poked you in the nose again. If the little bear was here, that meant-
The bear poked you again.
"Kuma*, stop it," you mumbled, petting the bear's head. You knew he wanted you to scoot over, but when you went to move, you realized that you were being held in the spot. Looking down at your waist, you smiled at a certain blond Canadian who had wrapped his arms around your abdomin, your hip as his pillow.
"Mattie," you said, shaking him slightly. He whined in protest and snuggled his head into your side, sighing with content. His glasses were askew on his face, but he didn't seem to care. Kumajirou poked you again. Rolling your (_e/c_) eyes, you brushed your (_h/c_) hair out of your eyes and took Matthew's glasses off. Folding them up and placing them on the bed-side table, you glanced again at the clock. It read 2:57.
Another thing you found adorable (Okay, more annoying than adorable), was that, once they were asleep, they didn't want to wake up. A bomb could go off and, if they were tired enough, they would just ignore it and keep sleeping.
You sighed and ran your fingers through his soft blond hair. Kumajirou, tired of you ignoring his persistant poking, gave in and clampered up on the bed, curling up next to you. You scratched behind his ears and yawned, envying Matthew's ability to fall asleep so fast.
"G'night Mattie," you whispered, snuggling into the pillow.
"(_Name_)?" he said, his voice gentle and tired. You blamed the jet-lag for making your Canadian sweet heart so tired.
"Je t'aime. I love you."
"Je t'aime aussi,** Mattie."
You were drifting off to sleep again when-
"Hey," Kumajirou piped up.
"What is it, Kumiguru***?" Matthew whispered, adjusting his head so that he was more comfortable using your side as a pillow.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your owner!"
You groaned into the pillow. "Retour à dormir vous deux!" ****you ordered.