AN: Yep well this is the last of my cheesy Christmas fics yep. Once again, Merry Christmas MMOandFrUK12. This time it's FrUK.
The Truce
Christmas was a truce between the two. They wouldn't argue, they wouldn't insult each other, and they wouldn't threaten each other. They would act like a normal couple one day of the year and then they would go back to their own special brand of love.
The morning would be spent mainly in bed exchanging kisses and "I love you's" and just talking about the mundane. They would talk about how the past year was, how their friends were, and what their plans for the day were.
Usually they would do this until nine or so, and then they would pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen. Francis would always cook, for obvious reasons. Arthur would make the tea and try to make himself useful however more often than not he would just watch Francis cook observing how he moved and how he would softly hum to himself, usually Edith Piaf.
Then they would make their way to the tree after they had breakfast. They would open up gifts from their friends first, and then they would exchange each others gifts. Each gift would show how perfectly they knew what the other wanted.
Then they would go out for Christmas dinner. I say Christmas dinner, but it was more like a get together with old friends. Prussia, America, Germany, the Italys, Spain, Russia, Norway, Denmark, China and Canadia would show up and usually someone would bring alcohol. Though Arthur tried to stay away from it he would always end up drinking something and end up hammered: kissing the frog and singing old sea shanties. Francis would end up dragging him back home and putting him to bed. Francis would pull up the sheets to cover both of them and wrap the still slightly drunk Brit into his arms and kiss him on the forehead and say "I love you" one last time before going to sleep.
The next day they would be back to arguing, still in love mind you but just...louder.