This one is for Krazykat179 and Pinkgirl2222

America looks adorable when he's sleeping!

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Being a superpower was exhausting, most nations understood that. The desire for sleep was always a natural necessity for humans and nations alike. America was never immune to the burning lust for dreamland, as the nations soon found out. The first time America fell asleep in a world meeting was his first world meeting. 

Flashback

"And that is how I propose to regulate my new trade routes with China,"  England finished. Portugal then walked to the podium, as he was hosting. The tanned hunk looked at his list, patting England's back as he stepped off the podium. 

"Thank you, meu amigo! Up next is-" The room went silent when Prussia shushed the older nations. The group looked to the awesome nation, who pointed right next to him. The elders' eyes went to where Prussia was pointing, finding that America had fallen asleep on his report. England was a bit angry that he had fallen asleep, but seeing America's pudgy cheek smudged up against the table reminded him of when Alfred was a colony.

"He is so sweet when he is sleeping!" Hungary cooed as she brushed some fly hairs. Spain and France smiled at the boy as Portugal put a blanket over him. The group of nations was cooing at the sleeping boy, fixing his head onto a silk throw pillow.

"Look like 'e couldn't keep up with ze big boys, oui?" France chuckled. Prussia shrugged with an amused smirk.

"Vell, he is still too young. Let the boy sleep vhile ve finish the meeting. All us older nations are totally more mature," The group continued the meeting until everyone presented their speeches. All that was left was America's, but nobody could bring themselves to wake him. Most of the nations left while England stayed back to watch over America's cute sleeping body.

America didn't fall asleep at meetings after that anymore. Even after becoming a superpower, he'd stay awake during the entire meeting. There were a few exceptions, especially the first meeting after the Great Depression was in full swing. America was so pale and had a very high fever, so despite their hatred towards America, they let him rest. 

All nations had to admit that Alfred was the cutest when he was asleep, which was why Ivan was considered the luckiest nation on the planet. The two were in a relationship and Ivan was gifted with Alfred in his bed every night. He got to wake up next to an angel cuddling into his chest. Ivan was protective of Alfred, to begin with. But when he was sleeping, Ivan would kill anybody who tried to touch his lover.

Which is how we got into this situation........

"YOU BASTARD!!! YOU ARE LUCKY I DON'T STICK MY MAGIC METAL PIPE OF PAIN INTO YOUR UPTIGHT, TEA LOVING ASSHOLE!!!" Ivan was livid as he waved his arms around sporadically. His beet-red face was hot with boiling rage as his eyes burned holes into England's soul. The Englishman stood his ground, knowing he didn't intentionally awaken the blonde beauty.

"Russia calm yourself! I didn't mean to wake him!" Arthur argued while shrinking. Germany and Sweden both tried to restrain Russia as France and Spain were in a defensive position in front of England. Alfred didn't even comprehend the world around him yet. His eyes were still droopy and his golden hair was a tuff of adorableness. Alfred yawned cutely and rubbed his eyes with a closed fist, making the entire world internally coo.

"Vanya~ It's ok~ I needed to wake up anyway~" Alfred got up and kissed Ivan's cheek, effectively calming the taller nation. Russia then hugged his sleepy angel, rocking him softly. Alfred smiled as the warmth of Ivan provided began to envelop him. His eyes began to close when his phone loudly rang. Alfred groaned and took it out, "it's President Cheetoh, I'll be right back," Alfred answered it and walked out of the room. The assembled nations growled and waited for Alfred to return.

"That damn excuse of a boss, disrupting our dear America's sleep. I want to beat him senseless," Denmark grumbled. Many of the other nations nodded in agreement, France smirking.

"Well, why don't we all beat 'im senseless? Zen, Amerique would get more sleep!" The suggestion made the room cheer as America walked back in, looking upset.

"Alfie, you ok?" Canada asked worriedly.

"That fucking pumpkin in office just dumped an entire cabinet's worth of files on my desk! He said he couldn't be bothered to deal with petty issues! I swear I just want to sock him in the jaw!"

"How much paperwork did he give you, mijo?" Spain asked curiously.

"Enough to fucking keep me up for a couple of days! Guess I won't be getting much sleep this week, but I'm used to it with him," Alfred shrugged as the clock struck four. The nations looked to the clock as it chimed, Alfred sighing, "well, that wraps this summit up then. I'll see you guys next week for the follow-up summit," Alfred picked himself up and dragged himself out. The nations all stayed behind and began to start planning.

NEXT SUMMIT

Alfred was carried into the meeting by Ivan, the younger fast asleep in his arms. The nations all cooed cutely at the bundle of cocooned blankets. Alfred snored sweetly as his eyes were closed.

"Well, the plan backfired. Since Trump is in the hospital, they dumped all of his on Fredka. He hasn't slept in four days. But, since he finished last night, he's been sleeping for hours," Ivan smiled as he laid Alfred on the plush couch. France and England got out their cameras and instantly took a bunch of pictures. Prussia and Romano smiled at each other, Lithuania approaching the duo.

"You two did get rid of the evidence, right?"

"Ja, I erased all ze audio footage," Prussia smirked wickedly at the Baltic brunette.

"All bloodied clothing and weapons never existed," Lovino puffed out his chest with pride.

The group of nations all snapped photos of the sleeping beauty. All while the pumpkin president laid in his hospital bed.