Seychelles stared out the apartment window, eyes shining with delight. Snow fell softly outside, coating the streets in a beautiful, pure white. To a girl who never got to watch snow fall out her window before, it was breathtakingly enchanting.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
Turning around, she saw her boyfriend standing behind her, two steaming mugs in his hands and a warm smile on his face.
"It's beautiful," she breathed as he sat down next to her, passing one of the mugs to her. She accepted it, wrapping her hands around it to warm them up.
"I'm glad you like it," he said softly, taking a cautious sip of whatever was in the mug. "I was worried it would rain again like it did last year, but I guess someone was on my side."
The island girl giggled and snuggled up closer to him, causing his face to turn a light shade of red. "Thanks for inviting me to spend Christmas with you, England."
"You're welcome, Sey."
Slowly, she lifted the mug up and examined it the contents. Seemed he'd made hot chocolate instead of tea for once. She took a small, cautious sip. It was still warm, but not hot enough to burn her tongue. Best of all, it tasted good, which could almost be a miracle since England made it. Then again, as Seychelles had learned awhile ago, while England's cooking was lethal enough to be on par with nuclear weapons, he could make drinks such as tea and hot chocolate decently enough.
"Is it good?"
"It's great."
As she continued to drink the warm, chocolaty liquid, she felt her boyfriend carefully wrap one slender arm around her shoulders, nuzzling his cheek up against the top of her head. "Merry Christmas, Seychelles."
"Merry Christmas to you, too, England."