How Ukraine, Belarus, and France Cuddle
Oi, Stoic here. This is how I think they would cuddle, whether it be from sleeping or just hanging out.
France: Always the romantic, the Frenchman would hold you to his bare chest and slowly pet your hair as you both blissfully drift away to sleep. During the night, however, you find yourself a little ways away from where he is sleeping. Noticeably colder, you shiver and mumble slightly in your sleep, which wakes him up. He gently grins as he carefully pulls you closer to him so as not to wake you, and with one arm around your waist and the other under your head, resumes sleeping. He finds that he sleeps best when his s/o is closer to him. His hands finds yours as he intertwines them together, making sure that you won’t inadvertently roll away again.
Ukraine: Now, seeing as her alarmingly large bust size would get in the way, it’s rather hard for her to cuddle with anyone without hurting her back. While sleeping, she finds the most comfortable position would to be on her side, while her s/o holds her by the waist. She is an energetic person so she especially likes to cuddle whilst watching TV. She beckons you over, holding a bowl of popcorn, and scoots over to make room for you. You lay your head on her side, watching the program on the screen while she looks down at you and grins. Halfway through the program, she suggests that she rests on you, and while you lay down and set aside the popcorn, she lays her head on your stomach, happy and content...and trying to subtly readjust her bust without you noticing. But you do. You always do.
Belarus: She is a clingy type of cuddler, often times getting irritated every time you move away to go use the bathroom or to get a snack. When you return she has her arms folded and seems pouty. Now, you know better than to pry about why she’s irked, so you resume your activity with a shrug. After a few minutes out of the corner of your eye, you see that she’s begrudgingly scooting closer and closer to you, and eventually she lays her head on your shoulder. You pause, glancing down at her and see that she is apologetic and there’s a slight blush to her face. You smile and reassure her that all’s good, to which she smiles and snuggles into you, almost like a cat snuggling into their owner. Eventually she falls asleep, with both of her arms wrapped around your waist, which means that there’s no escape for you this time. Ah well, you don’t really mind. After all, she looks so damn adorable when her face isn’t staring intently at you.