Well! Today marks 25 days until Christmas! To get in the spirit, I decided to make an Advent Calendar!
For those of you that don't know, an Advent Calendar is something that counts down to Christmas. It has little toys or candies in it, stuff like that. Most times it has chocolate. You open up the window for whatever day it is and take the little prize.
This is my little prize for you: A little Christmas-themed FrUk drabble for every day! Since drabbles, according to definition, are typically 100 words or less, these will be short. I would make them full length, but I only just now thought of the idea, and I don't have enough time in my bust schedule to manage this AND my other stories...
I hope you enjoy regardless. Like every piece of chocolate, this must have a warning as well: I do not own Hetalia! All rights go to the brilliant Hidekaz Himaruya.
Enjoy today's chocolate!

December 1st

Down the bustling streets of London Arthur Kirkland went. Usually he would take his time getting home; Grab a cup of tea or a scone, stop at the library, maybe even walk along the River Thames. Today, however, he needed to be the first one home. There was no if's, and's, or but's about it.

When finally he got to the crammed little flat on Baker Street (Just down the road from 221b, much to Arthur's excitement and Francis' disdain) he hurriedly unlocked the door, which stubbornly refused to open for a good minute. Throwing his keys and coat down and abandoning his scarf, he opened his bag and yanked out some shrubbery.

Rushed, he hung a little sprig over every doorway. Once he finished this, he resumed to decorate the flat.

Francis pulled the coat closer to his skin. No matter how much he loved London, it was a little too cold, even if he did have that ugly yet comfortable jumper Arthur had knitted for him.

As he approached his flat, he noticed something different about the light around the windows. He glanced up. There were Christmas lights already set out. Now, on the First of December, there were already lights up for the season.

He went to open the stubborn door to find it was already unlocked. He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, and cautiously walked in. As Francis entered the opening room/kitchen, he noticed no lights on but little rays emmiting from under the living room door. Again, he raised an eyebrow, and creeped in.

A warm feeling enveloped him as he, to his surprise, saw Arthur stoking the fire. In the corner there sat the Christmas tree, decorated with ornaments of the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben, various landmarks from their hailing countries, as well as pictures from their wedding and first Christmas.

"Arthur, mon Dieu," Francis grinned. Arthur turning from his place on the ground, smile adorning his face. He helped himself up, walking over to his husband.

"Well, do you like it?" He whispered, hugging him tightly.

Francis smiled, breathing in his lover's scent. "Oui, I love it." He pulled away, kissed Arthur's nose lovingly, then cupped his face. "Merci, sourcils."
Arthur swatted the Frenchman's hand away playfully. "You're welcome... frog."

~La Fin~

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See you all tomorrow, loves!