Hello guys~! My Secret Santa Gift for Captain Kaycee on Chicken Smoothie X3

Merry Christmas Everybody!

"Darling!"

Snapping your eyes open, you sit up in bed, "What? What's going on?" you ask, to see Arthur in front of you. He's sitting gently on the satin sheets, his green eyes finding yours. He smiles gingerly, before reaching over and stroking your hair softly. "Good morning beautiful," he whispers, pulling your head forward and pressing his lips gently against yours. You allow yourself to kiss him back, running one hand through his hair before you break away suddenly.

"What was with the yelling?" You ask crossly.

"You wouldn't wake up." Arthur says, blinking curiously before his smile stretches over his face. You smile back and he pats your leg under the covers gently. "Come on, dear. Wake up. I'm making breakfast downstairs and I need you to help me not burn the eggs."

You giggle softly to yourself as he pulls himself off of the bed, you follow shortly, you waltz into your closet as you feel Arthur's eyes watching you. Putting on something more cook appropriate, (Really, an itty bitty revealing nightgown simply won't do for egg cooking), you walk back out in a simple light blue blouse and a skirt. You smell his cologne from the bathroom and you walk to the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch your boyfriend shave.

"I thought I was helping you to cook." you say in an amused tone, and Arthur turns to look at you, wiping the remainder of the shaving cream off of his face, he smiles. "Yes, I know. But really, I can't have that frog thinking I'm imitating him." rolling his eyes, he placed the towel on the kitchen sink, walking outside. "I would never hear the end of it." You smile at his apparel, topless with jeans and he kisses your forehead.

Arthur follows you down the kitchen, pulling out the eggs as you pull out the pan and prepare breakfast for the two of you. Living with Arthur was a dream come true, you weren't married or engaged to the handsome brit, but you were in love. You were happy, and the other countries loved you very much. You feel Arthur's hands wrap around your waist as he kisses your cheek softly while you turn the eggs in the pan. You reach up and touch his soft face and he spins you around, beginning to waltz with you. You laugh before he slides himself closer to you and pulls you into a deep kiss. You smile as he deepens it, you can feel him leaning over you.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Great snakes!" Arthur says, breaking away from the kiss to grab the burning eggs off the stove. He coughs, his hand waving in front of his nose as he sets the pan in the sink. You smile, and he smiles back. "I'll have cereal instead." he says, and you giggle. He pulls out two bowls and a pair of spoons while you open his cupboard. "You have a lot of American cereals." you observe, as you pull out a box of Cheerios.

"Not my fault Alfred decided to name my favorite cereal after my favorite saying." Arthur says, grabbing the milk from his fridge. You follow him to the dining room, the two of you sat down at the table and began to eat. Once done, you begin to clear the table, only to have him grab your arm and pull you on to his lap. Blushing slightly, you close you eyes as you feel his lips press eagerly into yours. After a few moments you two break away, you raise one eyebrow at the brit and say, "Jeez, you're horny today."

Arthur laughs, "I can't help it, beautiful."

Feeling yourself blush, you excuse yourself from his lap, picking up the bowls and going to the kitchen. You hear his soft footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs to finish getting ready. That was right, he had a world meeting today. You find yourself frowning as you load the dishwasher. You hated it when Arthur left the house, which sadly was more often then you'd like. "Darling!" you heard him call, "Can you help me with my tie? It's been longer then I can remember and I still don't know how to tie this damn thing."

You giggle. "Coming~," you promise as you walk gently up the carpeted steps. You walk into your bedroom to see your handsome lover dressed in fine English apparel, he was holding up two ties in the mirror. "Which one do you think, love?" he asks you, as you walk up to him. Throwing the blue plaid tie across the bed, you wrap the solid red color around the neck of your boyfriend, gently tying it for him. Arthur looks back at the mirror, nodding his approval, before tightening it a tad more.

"When can I expect you home?" you ask him, as he turns to look at you.

"In the wag of a lamb's tail." he answered with a wink, revealing a smile from you.

"I'm sure," you mused, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you into a hug. "I should be home by 6." he promised, kissing the top of your head.

"Can I make you lunch?"

"No, but you can stop by the place." he said. You look up at him in surprise. "Seriously?" you ask. "What about security?"

"What about security?" Arthur asks, breaking away to look in the mirror and move his tie experimentally. "I'm the United bloody Kingdom. I can tell a couple of guards to back off." he smiles. "It's in London, so if you want, stop by the capital building at about 3 and I'll take you out to lunch."

You smile and allow yourself to melt into the kiss he provides.

"Gil," Elizabeta says quietly. "You shouldn't be here."

"Shut up," Gilbert responds, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. Elizabeta looks away comfortably. "You shouldn't be out there." the man says, looking kindly. "You belong in here. With the awesome me."

"Gilbert." Elizabeta looks sharply at the white haired man. "You shouldn't be here. You're not a country anymore, remember?"

"So? I don't give a fuck," Gilbert whispers, moving forward to kiss the Hungarian. "You belong with me. I'm having a party at my place. In my room. With you." he demands.

Elizabeta smiles slightly, despite the knowledge that her lover shouldn't be at the world meeting. "If Ivan finds us, we're both fucked, and on top of that Roderich will probably be beaten up again by your two buddies."

"But Ivan's not gonna find out about the awesome us." Gilbert insists, grabbing Elizabeta's face with his hands and kissing her ever so gently. Breaking away for a moment, Gilbert gently pushes her against the wall. "And Francis already knows, by this time Antonio knows too."

"Gilbert!" Elizabeta hisses quietly, pushing his face away as he leans in for another kiss. "Francis and Antonio can't keep secrets worth a damn!"

"How long was I going to be able to keep it from them? West knows to, but that's because he lives across the fucking hall from me. Antonio and Francis are my two best friends in the world, they've sworn to me in the name of awesome that they won't tell anyone. Now come on, you've got 20 minutes and I wanna see some action." Elizabeta allowed herself to remain content with this answer and melted into Gilbert.

"What the bloody hell is going on over here?" Arthur shouted, seeing Gilbert shirtless and Elizabeta in her undergarments in a broom closet.

"Fuck you!" Gilbert said, slamming the door shut. Arthur stood in front of the broom closet, his mouth agape, his mission to find a broom to sweep up the broken water glass forgotten. He blinked, closing his mouth, and heard his little brother call him from across the hall.

"Dude! You find one yet?"

Arthur pulls his eyes away from the broom closet, and called back to Arthur, his face red as he took a deep breath. "No! There's nothing over here!"

"What the hell dude? You don't know your own capitol building?"

"Leave me alone, you bloody git! You lived here for years and you don't remember it either!" Arthur shouted back, crossly storming away so he could properly argue with Alfred.

After the meeting had finished up, Arthur excused himself for his lunch break.

"Arthur-kun!" he heard Kiku call, turning towards his old friend. "Why, hello there chap." he said cheerfully, his mind twirling with thoughts of lunch with you. Though one thought lingered in his mind: Gilbert and Elizabeta. Elizabeta wasn't seeing anyone currently, though he knew Roderich still had feelings for her. But it wasn't like her to go sneaking around other people's backs. Elizabeta may be rough and tumble, but she wasn't a liar. And how did Gilbert get through his defenses? Only countries, maids, and security were allowed inside the building, especially now when the countries were deciding who was going to hold the 2012 Olympics.

"Would you like to come to lunch with me, Yao-kun and Alfred-kun? Perhaps you could show us around?"

"Sorry Kiku, I'm going on a date. But there's a nice pub on the corner of Clark and St. Charles."

"Oh! Tell your sakura no hana that I said Konichiwa. And thank you for the resturant recommendation." Kiku bows to Arthur, and he bows respectfully back., "I will pass the message along," Arthur promises, before Japan returned to his older brother's side. Arthur turns away, walking to the outside of the capitol steps his tie was suddenly forcefully grabbed and he emits a choking sound before his captor, a man in a gray hoodie, dragged him away from the capitol steps, smashing him against a wall. His head rung forcefully as he saw blood red eyes.

"Gilbert!" he exclaims, as the former nation stares threateningly into his eyes. The red eyes narrowed and Arthur found himself swallowing nervously. His current predicament wasn't to fun.

"If you say anything to anyone about what you saw, I'll personally rip every part of your body off." Gilbert said menacingly, his arm pinning Arthur to the cold bricks of the London capital building. His red eyes glinted threateningly as his words came through his teeth. "I'm fuckin serious."

"Alright! I believe you, bloody git!" Arthur says, pulling his nose away from Gilbert's putrid breath. "Look at me!" Gilbert snarls, grabbing Arthur's chin and yanking him roughly. Arthur felt his lip split as Gilbert smashed his fist into his mouth, forcefully. Slamming his fist again into Arthur's stomach, Prussia watches the nation fall to his knees and he whispers into his ears. "Every. Fucking. Part. If you say anything. Anything at all. I'll get everyone I know to beat you up. I'll kill your girlfriend and burn your house down. You got me? No one is to know."

"Arthur?" the Brit hears the call of his girlfriend, his and Gilbert's eyes follow the sound of your voice. Gilbert lets go of the Brit, throwing his gray hoodie over his head he jams his hands into his pockets and walks away.

"Hello love," Arthur says. He pulls himself to his feet, forcing a smile on his face for your sake, though his stomach and face are aching.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" You asked, fear rising in your voice as you view your boyfriend's clothing, which is ruffled. His tie is tight around his neck and his jacket it dirty. His neat white shirt is messily falling out of his jeans, you pull the jacket off your lover, feeling the course wool between your fingers, you watch him brush himself off, tucking his shirt back into his jeans. You hand him his jacket back, undoing his tie and redoing it, you look up to see his lip split and his hair ruffled.

"Darling," you say, kissing his split lip as you wring his tie in your hands. Who would have done this to him?

Once the two of you break away, Arthur pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his lip gently, before gently placing a cold handon your neck and wiping his blood from your lip. Your hands fly to his neck, you rub the back of his head and find an ugly bump. "Artie..." you whisper sympathetically and he smiles at you again. "Who did this?" you press, and Arthur pulls you into a hug. "Not here." he whispers into your ear, before breaking the hug and grabbing your hand gently. "Come on, let's go to lunch." he says, acting like nothing had happened.

Worried, you smile right back, though you're scared for your boyfriend. "Okay," you murmur, allowing him to lead you down the street. You catch up so you can walk next to him rather then behind, the sky gray above your heads.
And you wonder if the sad for the times ahead of you.

Translations~! (Sorry if I spelled anything wrong~)

Sakura no Hana-Japanese
Meaning-Cherry Blossom

Konichiwa- Japanese
Meaning-Hello