A/N – My Christmas fic! One short chapter for the days leading up to Christmas. I think the hardest part of writing this fic was coming up with the situations that lead to Arthur giving Yao his Christmas present. I hope I don't disappoint! Okay, I know that this is set in modern times since a lot of the stuff that happens in this fic obviously occur during modern times (such as the technology and the media in this fic), and Hong Kong and Iceland would be grown up now. But I thought it'd be cuter if Hong Kong was younger (even if he doesn't play a very big part in this fic). Or just maybe assume that there were such things during the time when Hong Kong would be very young? I don't know, I'll leave it to you to decide what you want to do. Alternatively, just take it as creative license and please indulge me ;)

Day 1 – 14 December

When Yao opened his eyes that morning, it was to Arthur beaming down at him.

"What are you doing up so early?" grumbled Yao. It was rare that Arthur woke up earlier than Yao did. In fact, Yao was usually the first one up, and would have breakfast prepared by the time Arthur was up and fully functional. "Is Hong Kong up already, aru?"

"No, don't worry about him."

Yao sat up sleepily and looked at Arthur questioningly. "Are you going to tell me what you're up to?"

"Well," Arthur looked sheepish, and scratched the back of his head. "I didn't mean to disturb you," he admitted. "But I have an early meeting to get to, and I just wanted to give this to you." Arthur held out a big, brown envelope. He pushed it towards Yao's face.

"What is it, aru?" Yao asked, taking the envelope from Arthur. He moved to unseal the envelope, but Arthur immediately stopped him.

"Don't open it yet!" cried Arthur. His face was very red. "It explains what I have been doing at the dinner table for the past week."

"I can't open it yet?" Yao raised an eyebrow.

"No! I'd be too embarrassed!"

"What do you have to be embarrassed about, aru?"

"You'll see when you open it!" explained Arthur hastily. "When I'm gone!"

Yao sighed. "Okay, okay…" He then swung his legs over the bed and stood up. "I'll see you this evening then?"

"Of course," Arthur grinned.

"Okay, be safe, aru," said Yao and kissed Arthur's lips.

"Mm…" Then, Arthur turned around and exited the bedroom.

Yao's attention shifted to the envelope Arthur had just given him a moment ago. It laid innocently on the bed where Yao had left it. What could be inside that Arthur would be so embarrassed about?

Yao heard the front door close and lock, thus indicating that Arthur was out of the house.

So it should be okay to open the envelope.

Yao's fingers deftly unsealed the envelope by pulling the seal adhesive from the back flap of the envelope. He peeked inside the envelope. There was a big piece of paper that was small enough to just fit into the envelope. Yao pulled the paper out.

Then, it was obvious as to what Arthur would be so embarrassed about.

On the paper was a picture Arthur had drawn of Yao and Hong Kong. Yao was feeding Hong Kong his dinner and they were in the dining room. It looked like Arthur had drawn it from his point of view, for he was not in the picture. Arthur was not the best artist, but Yao could tell that he really did his best with the drawing. The picture was captioned, "Something I love about Yao." What that meant, though, Yao was unsure. Did Arthur love Yao because he took care of Hong Kong? Or did Arthur love Yao because he was a loving father? Yao decided that it didn't matter. After all, what mattered was that Arthur loved him.

Yao felt his cheeks grow warm. It was very sweet of Arthur to do something like that. But still, it was quite unexpected that Arthur would take the time and effort to draw a picture of his family.

Yao's fingers ghosted over the pencil lines on the paper. He smiled to himself.

Yao placed the picture on the bedside table. He mentally made a note to hang it up in the room later.

Now, it was time to prepare breakfast and get ready for the day.