The clouds in the sky were dark and thick with snow. Round flakes drifted down past their heads. Canada smiled and reached up to catch one in the palm of his glove.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Beside him, Denmark shivered. "It's cold. And there's so much of it."
"It's just snow, Magnus!" Canada spread his arms to encompass the stretch of forest they were standing in. He smiled around at the tall, dark pines and the towering mountains—this was his land, and it was beautiful.
He turned to share his happiness with Magnus—but the other nation was hugging himself, looking around nervously.
"What's wrong?" Matthew went over to him and put his arms around his shoulders. He shuddered.
"I…don't like. Wilderness…"
"What are you talking about? Your house is in Scandinavia…"
"Yeah, well, there's not much wilderness there. That's just Sweden and Norway's houses…" Magnus allowed his head to fall onto Matthew's shoulder. They were silent for a little while, listening to the sound of falling snow.
"Want to go back home?" Matthew said eventually.
"Sure," Magnus said into his shoulder. The feeling of his voice going straight from his mouth to Matthew's body sent a strange, pleasant vibration through his bones. The Canadian reached around his tanged bush of hair to grab his hood. Smiling, he pulled Magnus' head up and stared into his eyes. The Scandinavian grinned and went in for the kiss he was offering.
Eventually, they pulled away, small smiles curling on their warm lips. They returned to their warm house, with its warm bed, arm in arm.
Here's another Christmas romance for you! DenCan, again, because it's beautiful.
This is the first of three chapters- DenCan, RusFran, and USUK- all Christmas-themed. Working on the next two at this very moment (unless you're reading this in the future and they're uploaded, in which case, of course, I am not). Please review!