Warnings: Yaoi, don't like don't read please. USUK in an established relationship, fluffiness, slight language, and country names used.
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Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.
"Bloody hell, it's cold!", England complained to himself as he left the airport. It was nearly Christmas Eve, and America had called him over asking for help with decorating his Christmas tree last-minute.
England was not amused.
"He should have put the tree up weeks ago like he normally does!", the older nation fumed "He was probably sleeping his days away or playing those blasted games!"
It was not long before he arrived at America's manor-like house in Virginia. To his irritation, the whole place was overly decorated with shining lights and blow-up snowmen.
"He has time to do all this, but not enough to put up a simple tree?", England questioned himself in annoyance. He grabbed his bags from the cab and stalked up to the front door. "He didn't even bother to shovel his walkway...", he complained even more as he moved up to the porch.
Before he could even knock, however, England felt strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.
"Well hello there. Did Santa come early this year, because I think I just found my present.", America whispered into the Englishman's ear, sending a shiver down his spine at the feeling of his lover's warm breath on his neck. Fighting a blush, England turned his head slightly to yell, only to be cut off when his lips met America's in a chaste kiss. As soon as they parted, he couldn't hold back a smile that stretched ever so slightly across his face.
"Hello love.", he said sweetly before remembering his previous irritation. England turned around to face the American, still being held in his arms, and began to rant.
"Why did you call me all the way out here to decorate your bloody tree on CHRISTMAS EVE!? Honestly, one would think that you, of all nations, would already have some huge decorative and absolutely tacky tree already put u-!"
He was again cut off by a kiss from America. At first, he fought it, but he gave up when the younger nations tongue gently swiped by his lips, begging for entrance. England gladly opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
A few moments later, they parted for oxygen, taking in the frigid winter air with deep breaths.
"Not that I don't love kissin' you babe, but could we go inside now? I think I'm getting frozen to the doormat.", America said playfully before opening the door and ushering England inside.
The inside of the manor was even more heavily decorated than the outside-with holly, snowglobes, lights, and all- but one corner was unfinished. Only a bare pine tree stood there.
"So you really didn't decorate your tree...", England commented when he saw the boxes full of decorations around the corner where the tree was. America gave a warm smile, which he only ever did for England, and said, "Well, I wanted to decorate it with you. I even had some special decorations custom made for it all."
Genuinely touched by the gesture, the Brit blushed a bright red colour. "You did this for me?", he asked quietly, earning a nod from his boyfriend.
After taking their coats off, the two nations got to work. Box by box, they put blue and green decorations all over the tree. Then, one particular ornament caught the English nation's attention.
It was a picture ornament using a golden ring to hang from the tree. However, the actual photo was what drew his eye. The picture itself was one of America and England from back in WWII, when their 'Special Relationship' had first started. The American nation was, naturally, smiling as wide as possible with one arm draped over the Briton's shoulder.
His eyes were drawn to his own hands. They were crossed over his chest in his signature stance, but something looked as if it were photo-shopped onto his ring finger.
His LEFT ring finger.
Turning the ornament over in his hands, he saw four words he would never forget inscribed on the back.
'Will you marry me?'
Before he could even ask, America grabbed the picture and looked at it with a smile. Then he plucked the golden ring off of the ornament and took England's hands in his own.
"So what do you say?", he asked quietly, clearly a little nervous.
Immediately, England jumped up and tackled his lover to the floor.
"YES!", he screamed before pulling his new fiancé in for a kiss. A few tears formed in his eyes as America slid the ring onto his finger and held him closer. When they pulled away, America whispered in the Brit's ear. "I love you England.", he said sweetly. Then he smiled widely and caressed the other nation's face.
"I love you too, America.", England replied softly, leaning into his love's touch as they lay there on the floor. The now fully decorated tree glistening with a golden light.
'This Christmas just got a lot warmer.', England thought, happily kissing his love once again.