Imagine the allies with a shy touch-starved s/o? Like, their s/o wants attention but is waaaaaaaay to shy to admit it or ask?? It'd be so cute!
💕I love that!💕
America
He knew exactly what you wanted.
He had been cooped up all weekend finishing off stacks of paperwork and as much as it broke his heart he locked you out of his office so your adorable face didn’t become a distraction. After all he had an entire month to complete his paperwork but every time he started you would waltz in, in one of his t shirts and curl up in his lap. How could he do his paperwork with a distraction like that? It was also due tomorrow so desperate times call for desperate measures.
But after roughly 48 hours and almost zero sleep and McDonald’s as his only source of energy he finally finished. Packing it all in his briefcase he set it aside for his boss to come and pick it up, he would usually put more care into packing it but he had more important matters to attend to.
Numbly walking down the stairs of his penthouse he saw your form spread out across the couch. You were of course only wearing one of his shirts and a pair of undies. Stopping on the bottom step he took in the sight, watching as your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You straightened up and held your arms out begging to be held, but you quickly pulled your arms back with a soft blush on your face.
Chuckling deeply at you he made his way over to the couch, grabbing the blanket that you were laying on and threw it over your shoulders wrapping you in a burrito. Once satisfied he leaned back and put his legs up on the coffee table, he softly pulled you so your legs were draped over his and your head was nuzzled into his neck. He almost had to contain a moan as he took in the feeling of your body against his.
He definitely missed you.
England
He was tired. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and listen to the rain hit the roof. He wanted to feel you nuzzle deeper into him as the thunder slammed across the sky.
He had just left a world meeting and even though it only lasted a week, it felt like a month. Due to a clash in your schedule you couldn’t accompany him on the trip, making it even more unbearable. To make matters worse all he heard was.
“Where is y/n?”
“She/he is always here! Is she/he sick?”
“You must really miss y/n.”
It was nice to know that they liked you but the constant questions just made him miss you more. He watched as the cold snowy landscape of Russia turned into the foggy England and he almost started shaking from excitement.
He could practically feel you against him as he took his luggage off the conveyor belt. He knew that this was very hard on you too. Even though you never admitted it he knew you missed his touches and kisses.
Scanning his eyes around the airport he almost screamed when he saw the top of your head, quickly pushing everyone out of the way he scooped you up into his arms. He chuckled into your hair as he felt you grab onto any fabric you could, just aching to be close to him.
So you did miss him.
France
You knew it was selfish but you didn’t really care!
Francis had been slightly ignoring you for about a week now and it was starting to take a toll on you. I mean it’s hard to go from being touched, stroked and rubbed every hour of the day to just being kissed on the forehead before he left.
Some structures in France had recently suffered some rain damage and the country was doing everything possible to not deter tourists. Due to this your Francis had been spending his time in and out of meetings listening as his boss tried to solve the problem. When he wasn’t in a meeting he was in his office. The only time you saw him was when he left and when he finally came to bed. But even then he was exhausted and just threw and arm over you falling asleep in a matter of seconds. And you were tired of it.
Hearing the front door click open you quickly lept up from the couch standing next to it waiting for him to apear in the living room.
When he did you had to stop a cringe. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was tied back in a slightly greasy bun. His eyes were half lidded and he looked like he would pass out at any moment. He walked over to you and placed his hand on the back of your head making it easier for him to kiss your forehead.
But before he could pull away you threw your arms around his muscled form and held him tightly. You felt him sign in content mummer something into your hair.
“What?” You asked pulling away just enough so you could stare into his tired eyes.
“I said it’s been hard, hasn’t it?” He repeated tucking you back under his chin.
You hummed into his chest, agreeing.
“You could take a break! I mean just for an hour or two! I-I.” You stammered off not really wanting to tell him that you just wanted to be held when he wasn’t dead asleep. You expected him to brush you off and make an excuse, but he suprised you by falling back into the couch with you still in his arms. He placed you so you were straddling him, causing you to blush deeply at how close you were. But nonetheless this is what you wanted so you smiled widely and snuggle deeper into his chest.
Russia
You were annoyed. Russia had recently come down with a cold and he completely locked himself away from you in fear that you would become sick as well.
Walking through the cold hallways you stopped in front of the guest bedroom where he was currently sleeping in. He let you have the shared bedroom because it had a fireplace and he didn’t want you to get cold.
But you knew exactly how to get him to open that door.
“Vanya, I’m scared!” You shouted making sure it was loud enough for him to hear you. You knew that he would rather go through hell than have his precious little sunflower hurt or scared. And plus you said Vanya and that always made him melt.
You heard the sound of the bed smacking against the wall as it’s large inhabitant shot up out of the bed. Heavy and slightly panic footsteps made there way to the heavy wood door before it was slammed open, reveling a very panicked Russia. He reached his pale hand out and rested it on your waist, before tightening his grip and tugging you against his sick form.
“What made my sweet sunflower scared?” He hummed lifting you off the ground. Even though he was sick he could still lift you like it was nothing. Walking over to the bed he laid down with you still resting on top of him.
You only shrugged in response and buried yourself deeper into his chest.
“I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest. While that was true, you didn’t tell him the whole truth. You did of course missed him but you missed his hands more. The feeling of his big hands going up and down your sides, massaging some areas here and there. The feeling of his fingers running through your hair and his lips against your forehead and neck. Those feeling have been stuck in you head for a week and you’ll be dammed if you have to wait any longer.
“I missed you too, мой драгоценный.” He mumbled against the top of your head. As if knowing what you wanted (which he always did) he ran his fingers up and down your sides stopping at your hips. He dug his fingers deeper into your skin in a soothing motion, almost laughing when he heard a slight moan from you.
China
5 days, 3 hours and 24 minutes. That was how long he has been away. He had to go to a meeting and even though he usually brings you he decided not to in fear of you getting hurt. Apparently it was a nation that he didn’t get along with too well and he didn’t want to tell you to much details in fear that you would somehow convince him to let you go.
So here you were. Laying across the bed missing him terribly. You hadn’t slept good the past 4 nights. It’s funny how you’ve only been sleeping in the same bed with him for around 4 months but it’s already become hard to sleep without him. His smell that still lingered on the sheets and pillow case didn’t help you either. It was almost like you could feel his hands.
His hands always danced across your skin in such grace- yet they were slightly rough. It was like the perfect mixture. He would always pull you to his side and run his long fingers through your hair, humming a low song. His other hand would lightly rub your back and you would be dead asleep in 5 minutes or less, no matter how awake you thought you were.
Groaning you rolled yourself up in the sheets and used his pillow as a cuddle buddy. Burying your nose in it you took many deep breaths, his scent soothed you slightly, but it was nothing like him actually being there. Too engrossed in the pillow you managed to miss the sound of the door squeaking open and light footsteps parade down the hall. It wasn’t until you saw the hall light flicker on that you became fully aware.
Your heart rate escalated and you buried yourself deeper into the sheets. Yao wasn’t suppose to be home until next week, so this was quite the cause of concern. You then remembered that he kept as sword under the bed encase of emergencies like this. Unwrapping yourself from the sheets you bent down and wrapped your fingers around the cold wood of the sword but before you could pull it out, you heard a deep chuckle from the door way.
Snapping you head to look at the familiar sound you made eye contact with your handsomely sneaky boyfriend. His rich eyes danced with amusement as he already knew what you were trying to do. He taught you how to use the sword and where you could find one all over the house should he not be able to protect you. He was already undressed save for a pair of boxers, making you wonder how long he watched you look for the sword.
But that was besides the point. He was home!
Before he could even fully get into the bed you already managed to wrap your body around his, nuzzling into his exposed skin trying to get as close as possible. He laughed at your silly antics and wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. Once he finally got settled he tucked you into his side and ran his long tired fingers through you hair, humming your favorite song.
Canada
You hated this you really did. Mattie was in his office finishing up his paperwork and my god did you miss him. He had been working on it for the past three days, three days of you being neglected. Okay, neglected is a strong words but that’s how you felt. You only saw him when he came down to get some food and one night he even fell asleep in his office so you didn’t even get to sleep with him! You numbly shoveled pancakes into your mouth, wishing this torture would just be over.
Hearing his office door creak open you quickly perked up and spun around on the kitchen bar stool, waiting for a mop of blonde hair to apear out of the hallway.
And once it did you almost had to stop yourself from squealing. He descended down the steps, his footsteps were loud and weak, showing you how tired he actually was.
“Hey maple.” He murmured leaning over and planting a hard kiss against your forehead. Before he could pull away you ran your hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck tugging him closer. Burying yourself into his strong chest you failed to keep in your quite moan as you heard his heartbeat throb against your ear.
This was what you missed.
He chuckled dimly against your forehead taking in the smell he missed dearly.
“I miss you.” You grumbled into his chest tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. His violet eyes darkened with regret as he saw how much this was taking a toll on not just him, but on you.
“I’m sorry my precious Maple.” He said remorsefully. It was cut off by a slight smile as he gentle picked you up and cradled you to his chest, walking over to the couch he plopped down on it with you still in his arms. Laying you across his chest, he whispered a quick:
“We could both use a break, yeah?”
I got a little carried away with this one
