A/N: Hello there! So, it snowed a while ago, the first snow of the winter here in St. Paul, so I started writing these ficlets. They're really short but I likes them. :).
And no, I don't own Cirque. I am not Guy. I wish I was. Le Sigh~
Francesca rose with a wide yawn, stretching. She wiggled her toes as she climbed out of bed. Rubbing her eyes, she looked outside. Her blue eyes widened, and a grin spread across her face.
"Eve! Eve, wake up! Come on Eve!" she cried shaking her sister. The famed Black Singer was certainly not a morning person.
"What?" she grumbled, looking tiredly at her sister.
"It snowed last night!" there was a blank look on Eve's face.
"I'm going back to sleep."
"No! No! No you can't! Come on! Don't you want to go play?"
"Later. Sleep."
"Up, Eve!" Francesca pouted, then had an evil idea and stole the blankets away, sprinting out of their room, laughing.
"Hey!" the Black Singer was now completely awake, chasing after the White Singer. "Give those back!"
"You're up now! You won't need them!" laughed the White Singer, careening outside, followed closely.
"Francesca!" she was promptly hit with a snowball. The Black Singer stopped, stared at her sister lying in the snow, and had to laugh. She turned and saw most of the Bronx there, having a snowball fight. Francesca sat up, a bit disoriented, but grinned, and ran to join in.
"Well she's certainly happy," said one of the bird contortionists, approaching.
"She always is with the first snowfall. Can't say I blame her."
"Hmm." The two stood there, watching, until Eve felt a snowball hit her in the back of her head. The snow dribbled down her dress, and she spun to find the Flying Man, Aleksandr, trying not to laugh. And failing miserably.
"Aleksandr!" laughed Eve, creating a snowball, and throwing it full force.
Soon, most of the entire land was engaged in a mass snowball fight. Until Fleur showed up. Then, they all turned on him, laughing and running from his retaliation, until one of the Bronx slid on some ice, and skidded straight into him.
There was a pause of about two seconds…and then everyone started laughing harder than ever. Fleur had been a jester at one point, after all.
They continued to have "The Most Epic of Epic Snowball Fights that Has Ever Epically Occurred in Epic Places such as the Epicness of our Epic Land" as it was dubbed by a Bronx teenager. The citizens of the land got along for once, and only long enough to have this snowball fight. When the sun was high, the Singers had to call a break for lunch. Francesca offered to help make it, and everyone let her.
She made the best food. Eve made the best desserts.
It was half an hour later that they were all crammed into the warm kitchen, being served the food that the White Singer was preparing. Sausages, pancakes, sandwiches, cocoa, those were just parts of the meal that Francesca was creating with whatever she found that she knew how to make.
"Do we have any butter?" asked Mikhail. Ekaterina tossed it to him, and how that was managed no one would ever know. Francesca set down a bowl of steaming corn, and rushed to pull the bread out of the oven. Eve was helping, carrying ingredients and such, until both sat down, also taking whatever food was there.
"These are fantastic!" cried Aleksandr, eating his pancakes eagerly.
"Thank you," said Francesca, eating her English muffin happily.
"Why do you make such delicious food?" asked Ivan, tears of joy running down his pale face. The others stared at him a moment.
"Why are you crying?" asked Elena after a bit.
"Try this!" he pushed the French Toast to her and she took a bite. Tears started pouring down her face as well.
"This food has to be unholy to be so good!" she said.
And so, when everyone finished the food that made them cry, they all left to continue playing in the fresh snow. There seemed to be a team of snipers up in the trees, so when Francesca skipped out, she was camouflaged but when Eve came out, she was hit in the face with a snowball.
This resulted in even more snowball fights until their resident Strong Man just threw himself against one of the trees, sending four of the angels tumbling ungracefully down. The rest descended with gentle smiles and laughter.
The others stared. No one had even thought that the angels could be so…evil. But this was forgotten when the Bronx came out, having found a bunch of sleds.
A/N: So yeah...I was too lazy to make up names. Shut up.
School was being School-ish so I only got this published now. Plus being in the school play (Thorton Wilder's Skin of Our Teeth-weirdest play ever) and yeah. Oh, and Hetalia's evil (yet awesome) power to just suck you in and make you fangirl over a map. History Class on the Roman Empire...Epic!
Woah, I got off topic. Review, my lovelies~!