where have i been the last couple months? working out these! yay for annual christmas fics. :D
i don't own hetalia. enjoy, and happy holidays!
Christmas was a hero's favorite time of the year. People got along, and everyone appreciated the little things in life. Families got together, and there was generally a lot less trouble for heroes to deal with. So why was Alfred F. Jones, the world's greatest hero, having such a dilemma as he stood in the crowded mall? It shouldn't have been this hard to find a present for someone. Everyone loved the presents Alfred gave! He made the best movies in the whole world, so naturally the rest of the world would be scrambling to buy them during the holiday rush! Alfred rocked back on his heels in the movies section, remembering the year he got Arthur one of his favorite movies. The older nation had read the back of the movie with scrutinizing eyes, and had put the movie back down, calling it tasteless. Alfred had protested that Napoleon Dynamite did, in fact, have lots of taste, but Arthur refused to believe it, instead shoving it in his closet, never having watched it.
Alfred frowned, shaking his head. He didn't want to risk having that happen again this Christmas. Hands in his pockets, he strolled through the mall, peering in a couple stores every now and then. He didn't just want to get Arthur any gift this Christmas. It had to be special, he reminded himself. But according to Arthur, Alfred had the worst taste in presents, and this made the small task of Christmas shopping a long and tedious process. But heroes didn't give up just like that! He couldn't help but blush as Alfred pictured Christmas Day, the hero giving the perfect present to his damsel, and said damsel finally cracking a smile, pulling him close...! He stopped in front of a sophisticated department store. Arthur was sophisticated, wasn't he? A new tie might be nice! Alfred thought with a grin as he walked into the store. But that grin promptly faded, as Alfred remembered the year he had given Arthur a very nice tie, with a giant UFO printed on it. Who wouldn't love that? Apparently Arthur. He had taken one look at it, frowned, and set it down next to him, never once looking back at it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Alfred left the mall with no bags in sight. He sighed, staring up at the sky, as if asking Superman and Batman and Spiderman and all the superhero gods of the world what he could do to please Arthur this year. He thought about everything he had done when he was still living in Arthur's house that had made the older nation crack a smile. He was too lazy to bake cookies, and Arthur would get mad if he tracked snow in the house now... Alfred was almost out of ideas when a thought suddenly struck him. An thought that made him grin and made his eyes sparkle. This is going to be Arthur's best Christmas present ever, Alfred thought to himself as he ran off, knowing what he needed.
Christmas Eve came up rather quickly, and Alfred nervously fidgeted on Arthur's doorstep as he fingered the present hidden in his pocket. He rang the doorbell repeatedly, just like he always did, so Arthur would know that it was none other than his favorite hero. Arthur cracked the door open, looking particularly festive in a red sweatervest. Upon seeing that it was Alfred, he immediately frowned, and opened the door wider so the young nation could get in.
"Hurry up, you're letting the cold in," he grumbled, moving back to the living room as Alfred took off his snow boots and removed his jacket. The house was looking ready for Christmas, and a small pine tree sat in a corner of the living room, decorated with soft lights and many assorted ornaments. There were presents under the tree, probably belonging to Arthur's brothers. They gave each other gifts.... but Alfred was sure that he was the only one who ever got Arthur anything.
"Merry Christmas, Arthur!" He grinned and sat down on the couch. Arthur sat at the opposite end, reaching for his tea cup and taking a small sip before nodding in Alfred's direction.
"Happy Christmas to you too."
They sat in silence, Alfred looking around and trying to find a good place to deliver his present. Arthur, on the other hand, was occasionally looking at Alfred, and then looking away quickly.
Finally, Alfred turned towards Arthur, scooting closer to the older nation with an excited grin. "Arthur, can we do presents now? Please?"
"But," Arthur protested with a frown. "You open presents on Christmas Day, stupid."
"So? Come on, Arthur, I got you something really neat this year!" Before he had a chance to disagree, or even blink, Alfred was excitedly pulling him to his feet. "Okay, Arthur, stand here..." He took Arthur by the shoulders, placing him gently under the doorway to the living room. "And close your eyes!" Arthur huffed, frowning and closing his eyes.
"Alfred, if this is another one of your stupid movies, or a ridiculous tie, I really don't-" His words were cut off by Alfred's lips brushing against his, gently wrapping him into a hug with his free arm. Alfred's other arm held a small sprig of mistletoe above their heads. Eventually, Arthur gave in, wrapping his arms around Alfred's waist to pull him closer. When they pulled away, Alfred grinned broadly, while Arthur stared at the floor, blushing.
"Did you like it, Arthur? Wasn't it a great Christmas present?!" He put the mistletoe in front of Arthur's face, staring at him with an expectant smile. Arthur sighed, and pulled him back into a hug.
"Well.... You finally got me something I actually wanted." Alfred blinked and laughed, placing a soft kiss on the top of Arthur's head.
"So I can't get you any more great movies?"
In response, Arthur grabbed the mistletoe, holding it up to Alfred's face and pulling him into another kiss.
ps. if you request a pairing, "santa" might just write it. ;)