Happy belated Valentine's Day everyone! So I've had this idea for a PruHun fic for a long time now, and when I saw everybody posting Valentine's Day stuff I decided to finally write this. I would've had this posted yesterday or the day before but I kept getting interrupted by someone (cough cough MOM cough) And I know it' really out of season considering it's February and I'm posting a fic about Christmas...so...um, yeah...heh heh. Oh and sorry for the not very original title :\

Hope ya like it!

Sitting here on this wooden bench out in the cold, I wondered what had gone wrong. It was Christmas Eve for heaven's sake! It was supposed to be one of the most romantic nights of the year! But of course,we just had to get into a fight. Seems like all Roderich and I ever do these days is fight...

From my seat in front of a cozy little café, I could see couples pass by, all going out on dates with their sweethearts. They looked so happy, all bundled up against the winter air and holding hands, smiling like they didn't have a care in the world. Did they see anything except each other? Did they see the forlorn-looking young brunette watching them with sad eyes?

Nope.

I sighed, leaning back to look at the sky and avert my gaze from the sight of all the lovebirds.

No use in getting depressed about it Lizzy, I told myself.

And so I stared at the star-strewn night sky without really seeing it, trying to suppress my sad thoughts.

The sound of a piano drifted through the air from a speaker somewhere behind me, probably from the café. The sweet tune of tinkling bells joined in with the calming melody of the piano. The music was familiar and soothing; I closed my eyes and started to hum along.

It's Christmas

and we walk alone.

Two strangers with no one to miss us.

On our own

out in the cold.

"Trudging onward,

braving a harsh winter storm.

You and I, met passing by,

and now, our spirits feel warm."

Surprised, I opened my eyes to look at the man sitting next to me. He was pale- his white hair shone like silver in the moonlight. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his old worn-out looking jeans and his vans were covered in snow. He had his legs stretched out, in danger of tripping passerby and he was leaning back against the bench, gazing at the stars the same way I had been. As I watched in wonder this stranger continued to sing, oblivious to the world.

"I don't have anyone

at home

to talk to.

And you don't,

have anything to do.

So I'll spend my Christmas with you."

I regarded him curiously for a few moments before tilting my head back to look up at the heavens. I heard a quiet intake of breath as he prepared to sing the next verse, but I beat him to it.

"I'll spend my Christmas with you..."

I could feel his eyes on me, probably surprised that there was actually someone sitting next to him, but I ignored him and continued.

"It's Christmas,

and we are in love

with the way that the soft snowflakes kiss us.

From far above

the blustery breeze.

Trudging onward,

braving a harsh winter storm.

You and I, met passing by,

and now, out spirits feel warm..."

I chanced a quick glance over my right shoulder and saw a pair of ruby red eyes, bright with amusement. He smiled at me warmly, and soon his deep tenor voice filled the air, mixing and harmonizing with my high soprano. My lips twitched up involuntarily as we sang together, the beautiful music washing all around us. But, all to soon, the magic was over.

"I'll spend my Christmas with you..."

We stretched out the last chord out as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. The music slowly faded out, and everything was quiet, as if the whole world was holding it's breath. And then we sat there, silent, looking into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Then the strange albino suddenly gave me a quirky little grin. He stuck out a gloved hand and said,

"Hi there! My name's Gilbert! What's yours?"

His childlike manner made me laugh, he sounded like a four-year old boy who had just found a great new toy to play with. Still giggling, I reached over to shake his outstretched hand.

"Hey Gil, nice to meet you. My name's Elizaveta."

AN: just realized I titled this 'a christmas story' instead of 'a christmas song' like I ment to. Oopsies! Hooray for editing! :)