Russia/America, America attempting to blow raspberries on Russia's tummy

I hope you enjoy and thank you for being so patient with me! You are a saint, I swear…XD

“W-wait, wait—I can—Alfred—stop, I can’t—hahaha! I can’t—breathe!” Ivan squirmed out of Alfred’s reach as the other nation’s hand grabbed at his clothing, fingers poised to deliver another ticklish blow.

Through a conversation that eventually landed on the topic of being ticklish, nation looking at nation with a “challenge accepted” look on each face, they had launched into a tickling contest of unseen proportions. It had taken Ivan only two minutes to corner his blonde lover and reach for all the spots that made Alfred squawk and twist, laughing until tears sprung from his eyes.

“Oh no you don’t!” Alfred said with a triumphant gleam reflected in his glasses. “I’m not done with you—not in the least!”

Ivan tried to catch his breath, but it didn’t come easily with the blonde’s hand continuing to grab at his clothes in an attempt to bare skin.

“Ah—dorogoy! Don’t—ah!”

Alfred succeeded in catching the Russian, forcing his shirt up before blowing a very loud raspberry on his stomach. Ivan burst into another fit of laughter and something that sounded like a screech of a wild animal.

Alfred paused, looking up at Ivan before bursting into laughter.

“W-what?” Ivan said, his face starting to heat up as he panted for breath.

The blonde let out a roar of laughter, rolling off of his partner onto the floor. “O-oh my God—what the hell—ahahaha—kinda noise was that?!” He pounded the floor as he laughed.

Face pinking in embarrassment, Ivan grinned. “Then let me show you!” With speed unexpected of such a tall man, he grabbed Alfred’s ankles and pulled, ripping off the other nation’s socks.

“Oh shit—waitwaitwaitwait—noooo, not my f-feet—AH! Noooo, I surrender—hahahahaha! Ivan, stooooop!” Tears burst from Alfred’s eyes as he struggled and kicked away from Ivan, letting out screeches of laughter. After what seemed like forever, Ivan let go of Alfred’s feet, moving to lie next to him.

“Now we are even, dorogoy,” Ivan said with a grin.

Alfred took several deep breaths before smiling back. “Fair enough…” He moved closer to his lover. “Truce?”

Ivan quirked an eyebrow, before leaning in to kiss Alfred on the tip on his nose. “Truce, then.”

The blonde chuckled, still sprawled out on the floor. “It’s nice to hear you laugh like that. Haven’t heard it in so long. And that smile.” Alfred gently touched the Russian’s chin.

Ivan blushed a little. “I have plenty of reasons to laugh and smile now. And it is thanks to you.”

It was Alfred’s turn to blush, tracing patterns in the carpet with his finger. “Awww…you mean it?”

“You know the answer to that question, dorogoy.”

The grin that split Alfred’s face never failed to thaw Ivan’s heart.