Hi there! I've had the idea of writing this fanfic all week, and finally put my thoughts into words.
This fic will go into the backstories of the characters each chapter, beginning with Arthur's.
Enjoy everyone!

It was nothing new, the way a blond young man with glasses was leaning against the wall of the corner shop. Smoking something. God knew what.
It wasn't new, the way the French man next to him was reaching out to take it away from him and trying to talk him out of it by saying it would be bad for his pretty face. It wasn't new, how the British blonde with bushy brows was sneakily reaching out for the bottle of cheap wine in the left hand of the Frenchman while he wasn't paying attention. It wasn't new, how a scruffy looking American teenager had fallen asleep next to him, his head tilted to the side and his glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose. It wasn't new the way a small Italian boy was chatting away sleepily to himself and his Japanese friend whom he shared his blanket with, keeping the rest of them awake.
The new thing was, the layer of snow that had covered the city in the past few days.
It was the creeping cold that made them unable to sleep properly at night, and forced them to crop up together even closer than they normally had to.
Regular people would say December brought friends and family close together, but the closeness these people had wasn't optional, It was inescapable.
If your home consisted of 3 blankets you had to share with 6 persons, and a concrete bridge where it froze over the night sometimes, you were required to do so.

"Is Alfred asleep?" Matthew asked softly, moving away from the hand of the man next to him.
"We're not answering until you stop smoking whatever the hell you are smoking. " Was the response of the British man next to Alfred.
"You're one talking Arthur." Matthew sighed, but he pressed the cigarette out on the concrete floor beneath them anyway.
"Matthieu throw that filthy stub away, I don't want to wake up with it sticking on my face." Francis grunted. He opened the bottle in his hand and downed a few gulps of the alcoholic drink. Arthur snorted and watched over to his right to take a look at the American youngster.
"Maybe you do, but I wouldn't mind you waking up with that." He commented dryly, taking the glasses of Alfred's nose and folding them up.
Francis threw him an angry look, but was too tired to give the Briton a piece of his mind.
"So is he asleep or not?" Matthew asked again, throwing the bud of his cigarette into the river.
"Yes he's asleep." the Japanese man answered him from Alfred's other side. "And Feli?" It took a second for the Japanese to turn to his other neighbor before he nodded. "He is too." Matthew gave a relieved sigh. If the two loudest persons had fallen asleep, It wouldn't take a long time for the rest to do so too.
"Then I'm next." Francis decided, turning his back to Arthur. "Not if its me." Arthur answered while doing the same thing.
A cold gust of wind blew beneath the bridge, and caused the Briton's teeth to start clattering. And it didn't take a long time before Francis turned around angrily. "Mon Dieu, rosbif, man up and go to sleep, you are loud!" "Shut up frog, I can't help that this greedy American is rolled up in almost all of our blanket!" Arthur called out offended. He pushed Francis's face away and growled.

"Ssh, you guys…" Matthew whispered desperately, but it was already too late, Alfred had already woken up.
The American dropout blinked tiredly, and rubbed his eyes. "Wassap dudes, why is everybuddy yellin' at eachotha " He muttered hoarsely.
"It's because I'm cold. Because of you." Arthur stated. He crossed his arms, trying to hold on to the warmth.
The American yawned and watched Arthur through half lidded eyes for a few seconds, then turned around to lie on his stomach.
"You wanker!" Arthur cried out offset. Alfred frowned at the loudness of the Briton, and shrugged the blanket of his shoulders, taking it in his hand and pulling the blond man closer to him. "M'sorry, but shh now you-wakin' up everyone." Alfred muttered, burying his nose in Arthur's hair, he frowned in discontent.
"Ya hair stinks." "Y-yeah!? Well you try and get your hair smell good out here, you bloody git!"

A couple of 'Sssssh"-es were exchanged, and it didn't take long before Alfred had fallen asleep again. Soon followed Kiku and Matthew, then, a couple of minutes later Francis fell asleep too. Arthur couldn't fall asleep though, first he had been too flushed, and now, the soft snores of the people around him kept him from falling asleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the young man he was sharing his blanket with. Alfred had been pretty sick the past few weeks, and Arthur felt a bit guilty for him blaming to steal all of the blanket, he needed it most after all.
They had known each other for almost two years now, Christmas eve 2011, Arthur still remembers every time he sees the other.
He had been twenty-two at that time, and had decided that Christmas would be an appropriate time to come out to his family.
They hadn't picked up well at all. Arthur had expected them to be disapproving, disappointed even.
But never had he expected his mother to slap him straight in the face, and the rest of his family to stare at him, horrified.
His oldest brother had been was the first one to speak up, although he actually had spat it out than say it.
"I've always known you were a bleeding fag, Arthur." His mother had glared at him, and had walked back to her seat.
After a while the rest of Arthur's family had followed and they just had pursued their meal, leaving Arthur for who he was. Ignored and disposed him.
At the end of the night, his father had taken him apart, and had asked him to leave. Arthur had been speechless, and had stared at him in disbelieve.
"Your mother doesn't want to see your face anymore, and neither do I. You're a dishonor to your family, Arthur."
With those words, Arthur had continued celebrating his Christmas in the Subway station. An empty six-pack of beer cans next to him and tears streaming down his face. That was where Alfred and Matthew had walked in. Or at least Alfred walked, and a unconscious Matthew was being dragged with him, half thrown over the boy's shoulders. Alfred had given him a worried glance and half a smile.
"Merry Christmas." Arthur had looked up with a sob and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I don't see what's so merry…" he had muttered.
"Can I sit down?" "It's not my subway, of course you can." Alfred had gently placed his unconscious brother on the ground, and went to sit down next to him. "But that means I'm going to ask why you are drunk and crying at Christmas eve." "But that doesn't mean I'll have to answer." Arthur had answered cynically "But you will, right?" Arthur had told him, he had told the friendly stranger his whole life story till that point.
And Alfred had listened to him, all the way, without interruptions. And anyone who had known Alfred right then, would have known that was a very unlike thing for him to do. And After Arthur was done talking, Alfred had placed an hand on his shoulder, and told him; "Don't worry dude, you don't have to be alone anymore." And Arthur had bawled his eyes out.

"Arthur?" The Briton awoke from his daydream and instantly met the American's gaze. "What's up dude, what are you crying for?"
Arthur blinked, and rubbed his eyes, surprised to find them being watery, but didn't answer.
"Still cold?" Arthur shook his head offended, and gave Alfred's forehead a weak push. "I don't cry because of stuff like that, you idiot. I'm not a 3-year-old!"
Alfred just chuckled at him. "What's it then?" It took Arthur a while to answer, because he didn't exactly know himself.
"It's because it's almost Christmas." He answered finally.
The American gave a understanding nod, and embraced the Briton fully, but Arthur pushed him away and turned around.
"Don't Alfred." "But you're warm and you look like you can use a hug." "Those are both lies."
"Arthur.." The way the American muttered his name with a sigh send shivers through Arthur's spine, and he flushed beet red.
"Don't be so difficult, I'm just trying to help." Arthur nodded, and tried to cool himself down until he was brave enough to face him again. He tried to smile.
"What would you like for Christmas, Alfred?" Alfred smiled back at him and closed his eyes.
"I want you and Mattie to be happy." Arthur flushed again and looked away. "I-I mean for yourself, you idiot." "You want to give me a present?" Alfred asked. Arthur didn't answer. "I would like a hamburger… some fries maybe..." "This is not the MC-drive, you tosser." Alfred chuckled again.
"What do you want then?" he asked, peeking through one eye at Arthur. Arthur sighed and crawled back to him to press his face against the American's chest. "I would like some place warmer to stay than beneath a concrete bridge." Alfred smiled and ran a hand through the Briton's hair.
"I'll get you one." "No you won't" "Okay, maybe not, but I'll do my best!" Arthur shook his head and chuckled. "I bet you will."
Alfred repressed a yawn and pulled the blanket a bit more up. "Shouldn't we go to sleep or something?" "My idea, how did you wake up in the first place?" Alfred grinned. "My hero sense was tingling." Arthur rolled his eyes "Oh, do shut up." "Can't I say goodnight first?" "Okay I'll let that pass." "Goodnight, Artie."

Arthur looked up at him and saw him smiling brightly at him. He really had tried not to fall in love with the American boy, but he couldn't help doing it a little bit more every day. The fact that they lived under a concrete bridge didn't seem to bother the young man, he would adjust and be his happy self, as long as the people he cared for were happy too. The whole reason Alfred became homeless was his brother's drug addition, though he never blamed him the slightest. Even though Alfred didn't have a future, lost all of his family, could barely read because of his lack of an education, and on top of all, had to share a blanket with a guy that was gay for him, Alfred didn't care, Alfred would put up with it. Alfred would be happy with a hamburger for Christmas, maybe some fries. And Arthur didn't know if he loved or hated it.

That's chapter 1! Thanks for reading!