A/N: This is a short drabble series that Wutaiflea (my co-writter of Wartime Letters) and I will be writing, as a sort of advent count down to Christmas. We we'll be posting a short, holiday themed drabble a day. I hope you guys enjoy. ^^


It was snowing when England walked into his den, dressed in a warm robe and holding a cup of steaming tea. His day had not gone well, he was tired and frustrated, as well as another something that he couldn't quite place. Maybe it was because it was the holidays. Another year he would spend alone. He sighed and sunk into a chair by the fire, staring out the window.

Not long after, the glare of yellow headlights gleamed through it, tracing strange patterns along the wall as it turned onto his drive, screeching to a halt when the vehicle came up as far as it could. A door slammed shut, a loud "DUDE. It's FREEZING here!" following shortly after.

England furrowed his brows and leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the lights, "Bloody faeries aren't toying with me, are they?" He quickly retracted that upon hearing the very American exclamations.

Another door slamming shut sounded before a combination of stomping through snow and the light jingling of small sleigh bells, the noise growing closer and closer until there was a loud bang on the door, causing the Briton scowled and set his cup on the table with a loud clink, stomping over to the front door and yanking it open.

"'SUP ENGLAND?" America all but shouted into his face, beaming brightly, nose and cheeks already red from the cold.

"What are you doing here?" England demanded, stepping aside to let him in

America took the chance, barreling his way in and heading straight for the living room where he knew there would be a burning fire. "Came ta see you! What else would I be doin' over here, dude?"

"I've no idea..." the blonde murmured, following the American and sitting back in his chair.

America rolled his eyes, dropping the brown sack he'd slung over his shoulder onto the ground before crouching down in front of the fire to warm his backside. "There ain't much else ta do in England, dude..."

England crossed his legs, shifting his hold on his teacup, "Then why did you come here?" He glanced to the bag, "and how long do you intend to stay?"

"I came ta see you!" he cried, popping back up onto his feet. "How come? Ya tired of me already?"

"You've never come over for the holidays..."

"'cause ya never wanted me here!"

"But of course I did, you muppet!" England snapped, standing up, "You were the bloody prat that never came over!"

"Why the hell would I come over if you told me not to?"

England, gave him a scowl and turned around, leaving the room, "You know where the damn guest room is."

America blinked after him, his heart sinking. "I brought presents!" he called after the British dude's retreating back.

Arthur paused and glanced back at him, "Presents?"

"Well... yeah... it's Christmas time..." he replied, giving England his signature kicked puppy-dog pout. The Englishman slowly moved over to him, wary.

"Its not Christmas yet..."

"Yeah? So? It ain't like I'll get ta see you then anyways." Alfred stated, plopping down on the sofa and making himself cozy in the quilt that hung over its back.

"W-why not?" England asked, setting the presents under the tree.

"'cause ya always make me leave ya alone on holidays, dude…" Alfred answered with a huff, restraining the urge to roll his eyes.

"Oh...yes..." He replied, shifting awkwardly.

Alfred grinned, sitting up and leaning forward. "'sides, I just wanted ta see ya~"

England sputtered, "W-what are you getting at, Jones?"

"What? Now THAT'S a bad thing too?"

"I-What? No! Just...oh sod it!" He huffed, sitting back down in his chair.

Alfred's face broke out in a huge, beaming smile. "Ha! I knew you'd totally be happy that I came!"

England grumbled, glaring into the fire while mentally wishing the redness in his cheeks would fade. But, it didn't go unnoticed as an eyebrow raised while Alfie tilted his head. "Dude... are ya blushing?

"No."

Alfred climbed to his feet, coming over and perching on the arm of Arthur's chair, poking his cheek. "DUDE! YOU TOTALLY ARE!"

The Englishman swatted at him, "Are not."

"Are tooooooooooo! Tell me why! Come ooooon England! Telll meeeeeee!" he pestered.

"Just bugger off!" Arthur snarled, shoving the American away and going to get a fresh cup of tea.

Alfred yelped as he tumbled backwards off of the chair, crashing into the side table and falling onto the ground, splinters of wood flying with him, as well as England's discarded teacup.

"Shit, Alfred! Are you okay?" England quickly walked around the chair, kneeling down by America.

Alfred blinked up at him, glasses hanging off of one ear, a dazed expression on his face. "...huh?"

"Are you alright, poppet?" the blonde asked, fixing Alfred's skewed glasses.

"head hurt..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to fall..." Arthur said, stroking the Americans hair, who gave a small tremble, looking up at him with his deep blue eyes.

"I know..."

England stopped moving his hand and stepped away, "I'll get some ice..."

America reached up, catching his wrist. "Dude..."

"What?"

"...open one of yer presents?"

Two green eyes blinked at him, "Why?"

"'cause, I want ya to..."

"But it's not even Christmas eve..." England pointed out, going to get the ice.

"Sooooo? he whined, crawling over to the tree and picking up a little package.

England returned from the kitchen and sat down across from him, trading the ice for the present. "Oh alright..."

Alfred beamed, pressing the ice-pack to his forehead, practically squirming. "Come ooooon, duuuuuuude! Hurry up!"

"Don't be so impatient," Arthur scolded, slowly and carefully unwrapping the gift. Beneath the paper was a cedar box, inside which lay a beautiful, shining new silver pocket-watch.

"I heard ya complaining about how your old one broke at a meeting..." America explained, unnaturally nervous. "I had them make it just like it.. so that ya wind it up too!"

Arthur took it out silently, popping it open and winding it before catching sight of a small engraving on the inside cap that read To England, Love America, "Oh, Alfred..."

"Wh-what? Is there somethin' wrong with it?"

"No! No, not at all...I...I absolutely adore it, thank you..." Arthur stammered, giving the American a small smile.

Alfred immediately returned it with a bright, beaming face. "Really? I totally knew ya would!"

England ran his fingers over the clock face and looking down at it, "You know me so well...

"Well, ya ARE my best ally."

"Am I?" Arthur gave him a surprised look, "I thought...you and Israel..."

"Hmmm? Nah, you've always been my favorite..." he mumbled with a yawn, laying back on the sofa and conveniently pulling a throw pillow over his face.

Arthur blushed, raising a hand to cover his cheeks, "You! You bloody wanker!"

"How does that make me a whatever that is?"

"How can you say those kind of things with a straight face?" England cried, hiding under a quilt.

"What're ya talkin' about?" America demanded, sitting straight up and looking towards him.

"I thought you hated me! With the way you are always such a brat...It's ruddy confusing!"

"I ain't a brat!"

"So why am I your favorite?" He asked quietly.

"Why.. why do ya even gotta ask that?" he asked, quite surprised by the question.

"I want to know..."

"J-just 'cause you are!" he declared, his own cheeks beginning to turn a hinge of pink now.

England sighed and got up, tousling America's hair, "You've always been my favorite..."

"Yeah... but just a favorite..." Alfred muttered quietly.

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing!" Jones shouted, scrambling to his feet. "I'm gonna make some hot chocolate." he stated before bee lining it for the kitchen. Arthur gave him a helpless look before going over to the chair and sitting back down. Alfred came back in a short while later, sporting two mugs of steaming hot chocolate that were loaded with marshmallows and piled with whipped cream. "Here..." he said, going and sitting with both of them at the sofa, instead of delivering one of them to Arthur.

The Englishman walked over to him and sat down, close, "You made one for me?"

"Yeeeah, wasn't gonna make it for just me." he replied, handing Arthur his mug before draping a blanket over the two of took it with a smile, popping the lid of the watch open again.

"You really like it?" Alfred asked while taking a drink of his cocoa, succeeding in gaining a whipped cream mustache.

England glanced at him before snorting in amusement, "I do..."

"What's so funny?"

"You have some cream on your lip..."

"...I do?" he asked, immediately proceeding his best to try and lick it off.

England chuckled again and took Alfred's face in his hands, wiping the cream away with his thumb, "Silly lad..."

America blinked back at him, face growing warm beneath Arthur's fingertips. "I ain't a kid no more, dude..."

Then you are a silly man, "England countered.

A grin spread across the American's face. "I totally am~" he said, leaning just a little bit closer.

England glanced down at his lips, "I...think I missed a bit..."

"Ya did?" Alfred asked obliviously, wondering why Kirkland didn't just wipe of it then.

"Yes..." England murmured, wiping it away with a napkin.

"Hmmm..." Alfred said thoughtfully, eying his cup, trying to figure out a way to cleverly eat the whipped cream without smearing his face with it. "Ah, screw it." he stated, diving in and just eating it before licking his lips off. Arthur rolled his eyes, glancing at Alfred again before sipping at his drink and falling victim to the cream mustache.

Alfred leaned to the side a small bit, his arm squeezing between the cushions and Arthur's back, suddenly wrapping around his waist and drawing him to his side. Arthur's eyes widened as he looked over at the American whose eyes were focused straight ahead on a little dinosaur shaped speck on the opposing wall, a very concentrated expression on his profusely blushing face. The Englishman cleared his throat, drawing his knees up and curling his legs.

Alfred took a deep breath before turning to look at the nation that had raised him to become the mighty country he now was. "You've...got somethin' on yer lip..."

"Do I?" Arthur asked, lowering his cup and reaching for a napkin, but Alfred beat him to it, catching Arthur's chin in his free hand, turning it to face him. Arthur gave him an almost deer in the headlights look. America hesitated for a moment before swallowing hard and leaning forward, kissing the almost minuscule spot of cream off of Arthur's upper lip.

The Briton froze, as did the American before suddenly jerking away and drawing his arm back to himself, shrinking back into the corner of the sofa, an almost scared expression in his burning red face.

The shell-shocked England slowly raised a hand to his lips, before looking up at Alfred and reaching for his arm. He pulled the American back towards him, shyly leaning up and pecking his lips, "Stay for Christmas?"

Alfred blink at him in surprise before that charming grin that only a certain American could pull off spread across his face. "As long as we order burgers~"

England swatted him with a scoff, "Idiot…" before leaning his head on the blonde's shoulder.

Alfred just continued to grin, wrapping both of his arms around Arthur and snuggling up against him beneath the warm quilt while watching the snow fall outside the window...