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The Twelve Days of Christmas	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE TWELTH DAY

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Prompt: Arthur and Francis as a family with little Alfred and Matthew on Christmas.

                Arthur didn’t know why he agreed to this. He loathed spending any time at all in the Frenchman’s presence, let alone on a very special holiday spent in this New Worldwith his little brothers. More than anything Arthur wanted to kick himself violently for having disclosed to little Alfred and his twin that Mattie’s big brother Francis would be spending the holiday with them. He had promised be here in time for the holiday and now little Mattie refused to even open his gifts, sitting terribly forlorn yet hopeful in front of the door waiting.

                It was just like that snail-eating git to make promises and then never show up! Year after year Francis lamented over never seeing his little brother and the moment Arthur gave in and begrudgingly stated the scruffy blonde could come visit as long as he bathed the Frenchman must have lost interest. Oh, there would be blood and lots of cursing when he saw Francis next!

                “Do you think big brother is still coming? He promised he would, right?”

                Oh, Arthur could just kill him!

                “Mattie,” Arthur forced a soft smile onto his lips and crouched by the door to hug the little blonde gently, “Francis wanted very much to be here for Christmas but maybe he got shipwrecked or kidnapped or something on the way.”

                “That’s terrible! We need to go help him!”

                “Er…or maybe he’s just lost trying to find his way. I’m sure we’ll hear from him soon. Come open your presents, okay? Alfred doesn’t want to open his without you.”

                Matthew took another hopeful look to the door but when it didn’t open the little boy rose sadly and moved to the pile of presents that Santa had left them under the tree. His heart wasn’t in receiving gifts however, and while Alfred joyfully tore into his Matthew just sat there quietly staring at the floor with a beautifully wrapped package unopened in his small hands.

                A sudden thump at the door had everyone pause and stare but it was another second before the heavy wood swung open and Francis appeared framed in snow with an armful of gifts. His present forgotten, Matthew squealed and ran to latch onto his big brother’s leg in joy and Arthur was left with a sudden armful of presents as Francis pushed them upon the Brit in order to hug his little brother happily. It had been years since he was allowed to see little Mattie after all.

                “Bonjour, Mattie! Did you misbehave this year?”

                “No! I was really, really good, brother!”

                “Why?” Francis’s eyes twinkled. “It’s much more fun misbehaving. You should take notes from Alfred.”

                Said boy had left his pile of gifts to come see if Francis had any more presents for him, but after a second of watching the Frenchman hug his little twin the American also ran over to be loved and adored by his uncle Francis. Arthur wasn’t nearly as affectionate and it was kind of nice being hugged by someone other than Mattie for once.

                “What didja get me?”

                “Alfred, that’s rude!”

                “But…”

                Francis chuckled.

                “Oh c’mon, Arthur. Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

                Sighing, the Brit reluctantly passed the armful of presents to the little twins and watched them run laughing to the tree, barely able to sit before tearing into the packages. It might not be just him and his brothers this year but Arthur was glad to see Matthew so happy and excited this Christmas instead of in tears that Francis wasn’t allowed to visit. Ultimately, wasn’t that what the holiday was all about?

                Arthur was about to join the children when Francis took his hand firmly and all but dragged the Brit into the kitchen to speak in private away from the giggling of their little brothers. The shorter blonde wanted to curse him for being so late, for nearly breaking his promise, for so very many things, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak Francis was pressing him against the wall and kissing Arthur deeply. Of all crazy things to come this holiday, this was the one that Arthur least expected.

                Francis’s lips were soft and pliant, gentle but insistent just the same, and after a moment of shock the less-experienced Brit pursed his lips slightly and actually pressed back tentatively into the oral embrace. Why was Francis kissing him? He had been made fun of and teased for so many years and then viciously refused the Frenchman’s request for marriage when they both became adults. It was crazy! He had thought Francis hated him all this time, he had taken away Mattie just to spite him, and then three years ago Francis finally admitted that his stupid behavior was all just a poor attempt at flirting with him.

                “Arthur…”

                Francis’s voice remained low and silky but he didn’t continue that thought right away, reaching into his pocket and producing the same silver band that he had proposed to Arthur nearly a half-dozen times with already. The older man must be a masochist to keep asking after Arthur cussed him out every time, but it was Christmas and having not see the Frenchman for nearly seven months had the shorter blonde a little hesitant when seeing the familiar ring again.

                “…Why do you keep asking? I always say ‘no’.”

                “I know,” he smiled softly but didn’t put the ring away, “but it’s the hope that one day you’ll say ‘yes’ that gives me a reason to keep loving you.”

                That certainly wasn’t expected. So many years they had been at each other’s throats and yet looking back on it now the Brit wondered if maybe his aggression and rudeness towards Francis wasn’t so different from the Frenchman’s teasing all those years ago.

                “…What if I said ‘yes’?”

                “Then I’d say it’s the best gift of all, Arthur.”

                Slowly the Brit smiled.

                “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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