A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! And Happy Holidays! This here fanfic was written for the Secret Santa fic exchange over at LJ's usxuk comm for monakauta!!! I hope they enjoyed it. X3 I'll be posting it in multiple chapters here on (only 3 chapters, and they're not that long), but I wanted to make sure I had something up here.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or the series Hetalia. Himaruya does. AND HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE HAS BEEN DOING TO THE WEBSITE TODAY?! It's so cute. He drew Finland and Sealand andI SQUEED at the comics. X3 PLEASE ENJOY! And human names are used in dialogue ONLY in this fic: country names in the descriptions. :3
ENJOY!
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Promise on the Mistletoe
COCOA
"…he rejected me."
The moment would've been perfect if a clash of thunder roared in the background, but America stood in the doorway without the proper ambiance. His body looked limp, like he had stood in the middle of an interstate highway, receiving blows from oncoming traffic from both directions. His heartbreak could easily be read on his face and he trudged through his brother's living room in a somber stupor.
Canada stared, slightly confused yet mostly concerned for his southern brother's condition. "Alfred!" He yelled, catching the collapsing blonde in his hands. He stared at the puffy eyes of his brother and found it hard to hide his sympathy. "Arthur said no, didn't he," he said softly, his realization met with a tremendous groan.
America scrambled out of the Canadian's arms and fell face first onto the couch, whining and weakly pounding his fists into the upholstery. "Uhn, I don't know if I should feel dejected or guilty…"
Giving the sullen nation a good glance over, Canada perked up his brow, curious about the man's predicament. "Um…what?"
In the silence that followed, America rolled over, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, before he spoke again. "He said he couldn't stand to be heartbroken again, and ran off. Crying! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
Canada sighed and shook his head, walking over to his brother and sitting beside him. Resting his hand on the other blonde's shoulder, he rubbed it in hopes that it would succeed as some form of comfort. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
The American's sad blue eyes stared straight into his brother's, his face reminiscent of a child coping with a broken toy. "You saw how big that rock was, Mattie!"
Remembering the size of the ring, the Canadian rolled his eyes and kept his voice low. "Yeah, and I know how pissed your boss is going to be once he finds out you dipped into taxpayers' money to buy that ring…"
"I figured he wouldn't care if he knew it would help stimulate foreign relations," America spat back, curling into a ball in the corner of the couch, moping and groaning.
Canada sighed, keeping his vision off the depressing person in the room, trying to remember the last time he saw a smile on his brother's face. Of course, it wasn't hard, but most of the specific times he remembered dealt with England; buying the ring, boarding the plane to London.
He always found thier relationship a bit odd, though. It always seemed as if England was constantly upset about something America did, but time made Canada realize it was just the English nation's grumpy disposition. Seeing past that, the bond between the two seemed perfect. England also had a tendency to be very clingy with America, but always denied it with robust offense. Still, those few times he saw the two of them kiss, Canada could definitely feel the proverbial spark fill the room, which would always leave him feeling incredibly awkward.
America was still curled in his pathetic ball when Canada snapped out of his short trance, and smiled softly, draping a blanket over his brother's sullen form. "How about some hot cocoa, eh?"
"Hnn, extra marshmallows," America mumbled.
Standing from the couch, Canada smiled and started his way towards the kitchen to prepare the frothy beverage. But one glance at the telephone put ideas in the Canadian's head; perhaps he should give France a call…
