On the first day of Christmas Ash04123/PsychoAsh gave to me...

1. A RusAme fanfic in a pair tree. (I'm hilarious)

"I ain't gonna fall!" Alfred tried to reassure his husband as his climbed the wobbly ladder up to the roof of the house.

"Is your big red fat man worth a broken back, Fredka?" Ivan quirked a brow and stood close to the ladder because he knew this wouldn't end well. Nothing Alfred plans ever ends well.

"Psht! It'd only last a few hours... maybe days." The American shrugged as he dragged the numerous Christmas lights along with him. He balanced himself on the roof to the best of his ability before slowly making his way over to the chimney to start.

"That does not reassure me!" Ivan shook his head at his lover's stubbornness. Trying to convince him to do anything other than what he wanted to do was like speaking to a thick wall.

Every now and then the air would get quiet and Ivan would worry his husband did something stupid. Only Alfred was capable of somehow tangling himself in the lights and choking himself, and Ivan couldn't help how stressed out he was becoming. He told Alfred it would be better to just decorate the front of the house and that would be enough, but oh no. If Alfred doesn't have enough lights to make a man blind after staring for a few seconds then it is simply unacceptable.

"Alfred?" Ivan narrowed his eyes when he didn't receive a response. "Alfred, are you o-"

"AHA!" The response came in the form of a shout that startled Ivan and made him nearly slip on the ice beneath him. His husband's winters may not have been as harsh, but they were still annoying. "Babe, watch this!"

The Russian man tilted his head up and did as he was told as the lights around the house and the newly added ones on the roof lit up at the same time. Even he had to shut his eyes for a moment as well as look away because they were bright. He was positive he was going to be up all night receiving complaints from their neighbors about how they couldn't sleep due to the mini sun Alfred created outside their house.

"I told you everything would be fine!" Alfred laughed and crossed his arms over his chest as Ivan squinted to see his figure.

"I will believe you once you are on the ground safe and sound," he huffed as he brought an arm up to shield his eyes from the still blinding lights.

"You worry too much!" Alfred took a moment to rub his hands off on his pants and then made his way back to the ladder. "You need to trust me mo- AH!"

Just like that Ivan found his eyes growing wide as Alfred slipped on an icy tile and fell forward off the roof. Immediately he lowered his arm covering his view then held both of his limbs out. Miraculously he felt the heavy weight of his lover in them just a second later and he released a huge sigh of relief.

"... Thank you," Alfred mumbled as he unmistakably shivered in Ivan's arms.

"You know what I would like for Christmas, Fredka? For one day where you aren't close to sending me to an early grave thanks to a heart attack." Ivan shook his head once again and smiled wearily at the blond in his arms.

It's safe to say he didn't get what he wanted that year.