There under the tree it stood. A small box carefully wrapped, it was topped with a vibrant red bow. And on it was a tag with curly decorative handwriting that read: To. My Dear Mathieu
From. Francis
Matthew sighed looking at the gift. He still hadn't got anything for Francis and it was Christmas eve already! Many times the young Canadian had asked Francis what he wanted. But the reply was always the same "I don't need anything for Christmas mon Cheri." he'd say. Canada hugged his white polar bear tightly. "Kumajiro what am I going to do?"
Francis walked out from the kitchen, he had just finished cooking for his sweet Mathieu when he saw the young man standing in front of the tree looking kind of down. "Mathieu, mon Cheri what's wrong?" Francis asked as he walked over to Matthew and wrapped his arms around the young Canadians waist from behind. Matthew felt his cheeks go warm and knew he was blushing as he looked back at Francis. "o-oh i-it's nothing." The older man frowned he kissed Matthews cheek sweetly. "Come on Mattieu tell your papa." Matthews cheeks flushed a brighter pink as he looked down, "I-It's just that I haven't gotten you a gift yet. I'm sorry." Francis smiled, "Oh mon Cheri that's what your worried about?" Matthew looked up at Francis with bright violet eyes, he nodded. "yeah." Francis unwrapped his arms from around Matthews waist, "Wait here Mathieu." "Why?" the young man tilted his head a bit, but before he could get an answer Francis had run off.
When Francis had come back he was carrying a long piece of red ribbon. "Ok mon Cheri hold still." Matthew looked at Francis he stood still just as he was told. The older man smiled and began to wrap the ribbon around Matthew, walking in circles around him. After wrapping the ribbon around Matthew a few times, he stopped facing him and tied the left over ribbon in a big bow. "W-Why'd you do this?" Francis looked at Matthew with bright blue eyes and smiled. "Mathieu, all I need for Christmas is you. Just having you here with me is a great gift alone." The Canadians cheeks flushed a bright red as he looked down. "Your always so sweet." a smile came to Matthews lips and he looked up at Francis. " Je t'aime papa." Matthew said softly. "Je t'aime my dear Mathieu." Francis whispered into Matthews ear and then kissed the young mans lips softly and quickly. "Joyeux Noël" Francis said as he slowly release Matthew from the kiss. "Merry Christmas Papa."
