A/N Hey this is my first ever fanfiction that I'm writing. I really hope you like it!

Alek stared out at the cold, but beautiful Glasgow, Scotland. He and Deryn were walking to her house so Alek could finally meet her family. They decided (well mostly he forced her) that going at Christmas time would be best, since it would be a big surprise for the family. Alek looked over at Deryn and saw that farmiliar look on her beautiful face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, really wanted to know why she looked so upset.

Deryn sighed, and slowly turned her head so her piercing blue orbs were focused on his concerned face.

"It's just...My family. I'm really afraid they won't like you, and then they will send you away, or force you to clean! And then my mother will definitely try to stuff me in a skirt, and try to teach me more about posture, and-"

Her rambling was cut off as soon as they reached her house. For some reason Alek thought this house was adorable. It was tan colored, with white outlining the roof and windowsills. Smoke billowed out of a chimney, happy to be set free into the cool afternoon. Alek grabbed Deryn's hand before she could protest, and ran excitedly to the porch. I probably look like a puppy on caffeine, Alek thought. But he didn't care; he was just so happy to finally meet the Sharp family.

"Blisters," Deryn swore when they reached the front door. "They probably heard us! Let's hurry up and go now before they-"

Again she was cut off as the front door swung open. In the door frame stood a pudgy little lady holding a spatula and a mixing bowl.

"Deryn? What in the world are you doin' 'ere? I thought you'd run off with the army!" She said, clearly bewildered.

"umm, aye Auntie Mildred, it's me. I, erm, I wanted to come home and surprise you." Deryn said pretending to be interested in the floor.

"Well, hurry up and get inside, you two are freezin' yer baffies off in this weather!" Auntie Mildred waddled inside, reminding Alek of an awkward duckling.

As soon as he and Deryn stepped inside, Alek knew why Deryn didn't want to come home; there were three kids running around everywhere screaming profanities, adults talking "blether", as Deryn would refer to,something burning in the kitchen, a small scottish terrier running around frantically, trying to escape a little boy attempting to wipe peanut butter on him. To Alek, it looked like a house full of balistic savages. To Deryn it looked like,

"Home sweet home", she muttered, as though reading his mind. Everyone looked around to the front door when they set down their luggage. Alek heard a couple snippets of what everyone was saying. Stuff like, "Deryn? What is she doing home?" and "Her Ma must be surprised" and best of all, "Who is that dashing boy with her?" the last one followed by a bunch of giggles.

"Miss Sharp! After all these months you dare to walk yer sassy lil' rude self into my house? No letters, or anything! So disrespectful." A tall, and very beautiful woman stood in the middle of the crowd, seemingly Deryn's mother.

Bovril, who had been surprisingly quiet the entire time, decided at that moment to speak up and said, "Miss Sharp! MR. Sharp!" followed by a bout of maniacal laughter.

"And who is that boy? " Ms. Sharp followed with a suspicious glance.

And before Deryn could even stop him, he stepped forward and bowed,

"I am Prince Aleksandar Ferdinand of Hohenberg, and I met your daughter by accident in Switzerland. She is an amazing airman and a great person. We have been through a lot together, and I feel extremely honored that she decided to bring me to this wonderful house." Alek finished with a big cheesy grin, noticing that everyone was dumbstruck. Deryn and Bovril both said "Dummkopf" at the same time, which led to Bovril bursting out into laughter and Deryn facepalming.

Christmas with the Sharps was going to be interesting.

I hope you liked it! Please can you review? Please? My first fanfiction ever ladies and gentlemen! Chapter 2 is comin up soon!