"All I want for Christmaaaaas~~ Is youuuuuu!" - Song inspiration. :P

"Brother! Hurry!"

Arthur chuckled at how much his little brother showed such cute enthusiasm. He waved at him impatiently with his glove-covered hand. The scarf wrapped around the other's neck almost buried half of his face. Arthur would have to fix it later.

He stopped on his tracks as the cold December wind blew, touching his face. He closed his eyes for a moment as his hair was carried off gently to the east.

"Broootheeer!" Arthur opened his eyes just in time to be able to see a snow ball coming his way and dodge it, making the little one pout.

"That's rude Peter." He scolded.

"But you're so slow!"

"It's still rude lad." He smiled at his brother who was now desperately trying to make one big snowball. Though every time the ball would break into pieces and merge back with the snow on the ground. Peter looked up at Arthur with a frown.

"I can't make one."

"Make what?"

"A snow man. I can't make one."

Oh.. So that's what you're trying to do… Arthur thought as he ruffled Peter's hair much to the other's dislike. He crouched down and began making a small ball with his hands with the other watching closely. When it was already half as big as a basketball, he handed it to the other who accepted it with confusion.

"It's small."

"Everything starts out small Peter. You can't always start out big. Remember?" He smiled knowing that his brother was a very smart kid and he understood what he was trying to teach him. Peter nodded his head and kneeled on the snow beside him.

"… I will be patient and do my best!" The smaller's brows curved in concentration as little by little he added snow on the ball and rolled it over, making it bigger until it was as tall as the child. The smile formed on his face and began chucking when it was already big enough to run with as he rolled it around, piling up more snow.

There were moments when Peter would fall face first on the snow and Arthur would rush to him and help him up. But his brother would just giggle and tell him he's alright. He would be running away with the huge ball afterwards like nothing happened and Arthur couldn't help but smile at his cute little brother.

It was always like that every winter. He would be dragged outside their backyard by Peter and would be forced to act like a kid once more. Rolling on the snow, lying on the white thick blanket with his arms and legs spread to the sides to make snow angels, making a fortress of snow when they would have snowball wars, and of course the snowman. They made one every single December. The moment the snow would pile up and become thick, he would quickly run outside with his brother's arm on his hands as he pulled him just like now. The snowman was Peter's favourite, and so the snowman was around every year and would stay for many many days until winter ends. Arthur never gets tired of it though. It was during times like those that he felt the happiest during the year.

"Brother! Brother! Look!" He waved at him excitedly, waiting for his praise about his success on making one big ball of snow.

"Well done kid!" Peter looked at his brother with his lips in an 'O' as Arthur walked towards him with a snow ball rolling in front of him though it was much more smaller than what he had made. "Yours was even bigger than mine!" He carried it gently to place it on top of Peter's snowball before clapping his hands to rid of the snow that clung to his gloves. "Now all we need is a head."

"I'll make one!" Small hands began to work once again forming a small ball that later he knew would be become bigger like always. His brows were knitted together again in concentration as he did.

"Need help?"

"No brother! I can do this! I can't always rely on you to start my work!"

Arthur blinked in surprise at the answer but later on smiled, proud of how the smaller one answered him. He surely was able to teach him the value of hard work somehow even through a simple snowball. He stood up and straightened his back.

"Well then. I'll go inside for a while to look for spare buttons we can use." Peter just nodded his head without even bothering to look up.

The wind chased him all the way inside that he quickly shut the door and sighed. It was warm inside the house and he felt really comfortable within its walls. But he can't afford to leave his brother all alone in their backyard for long so quickly he went browsing through the cabinets to look for their mother's sewing kit for buttons they could use just like what he told Peter.

After rummaging for minutes, he smiled when he found the wooden box as memories of their deceased mother ran through his mind. They lost her 4 years ago and yet the memories were still fresh like everything just happened the day before.

He remembered his mother scolding them for stealing her buttons for the snowman in their backyard leaving her with almost nothing to use.

"Kids! How many times do I need to tell you to stay away from my buttons?"

He chuckled as his mother's words swirled around his head. She was a single mother, with their father leaving them right after Peter was born. That bastard of a—

"Brooother! I'm done!"

His thoughts were interrupted fortunately by his brother's voice. He quickly took the whole box as he wiped the tears he almost didn't feel before hurrying up outside before Peter barged at the door.

"You were sloooow!"

"Sorry, I forgot where I hid this."

Peter's eyes were immediately fixed on the box as he recognized it.

"Mom's button box." He mumbled and Arthur chuckled with the way his brother called it.

"Yes, the Button box." He smiled as he opened it, showing the many buttons they could use. Peter's blue eyes sparkled in excitement as he started to choose which button would go for the eyes, and for the buttons. He handed each one he chose to Arthur who was patiently kneeling in front him with a smile.

"…Aaaand this one!" He gave him the final button. "Done!"

"Finally! You were slow." Arthur teased and pinched the other's cheeks.

"Am not! And don't do that!"

"Yes sir." He saluted playfully as he stood up and approached the small ball Peter made to carefully place it on the very top. He frowned when he noticed that the snowman was taller than him by a few inches but it wasn't such a big deal so he shrugged it off.

He opened his palms which held the buttons and started to work. He chose two big blue buttons for the eyes as it was the liveliest colour among the others. Blue also looked like a very happy and bright colour for him since it reminded him of the blue skies which currently was covered by the thick layer of clouds.

The remaining small buttons were used to form a smile on the snowman's face. It was a very huge smile from ear to ear; some buttons were curved at each end of the smile to appear as dimples. When he looked back at his hand, there were none left anymore to be used as the snowman's buttons on its chest so he decided to get more from the box, which was supposed to be held by brother who was now busy picking up twigs and fallen off branches that would be used for the arms. He crouched down to get more and gently placed them on the snowman's supposed to be chest in a straight line. The buttons didn't have the same size though. Big, big, small, big, small small….

For the nose, Arthur used a simple triangular spool of thread as not to waste a poor carrot.

Just in time as he finished, Peter was back and was busy putting the branches he found best to appear as arms.

"Done." Arthur said with a smile.

"Not yet!"

"Not yet?"

"Yes! We're not yet done!" Peter suddenly pushed Arthur in front of the snowman which earned a surprised gasp from the older. The child then stepped away as he watched his smaller brother, confused on what Peter was thinking.

"Uh… Peter?"

"Kiss it!" Arthur blinked, surprised for the second time at the words that came out from his brother's mouth.

"Huh?"

"Kiss Mr. Snowman!"

"Eh? Why?"

"My teacher said that when you kiss a snowman, it will come to life and play with us!" Peter jumped up and down beaming with excitement and happiness. Now, with that kind of look, it was hard for Arthur to refuse such a simple request.

"The story's not real Peter. That's actually ridiculous!"

"It's not painful to try!" Well, Peter had a point there.

"But… why me though? You can kiss Mr. Snowman here you know."

"I don't want to! So you kiss him!"

Wow… What a wonderful reason kid. Arthur sighed. He had no idea where Peter's teacher came up with such a story. Probably it was one of those bedtime stories told she told them and now his brother came to believe it must be real. There was no saying no to Peter.

Arthur turned around to face the snowman. He sighed once more. He really didn't expect for his first kiss to be a bunch of buttons. Well it wasn't really considered as a first kiss since it was just small plastic circles his lips would meet so there was nothing to think much about really.

So with a deep breath he close his eyes and slowly leaned forward to place a gently kiss on the snowman's smiling button-lips. He felt the coldness of it against his own but then he stayed there, kissing the lifeless man of snow longer than he planned to. For some reason he didn't want to part from it which was very weird. It was just snow and buttons he was kissing after all.

He jumped back in surprise though as he felt something moved against his lips.

Arthur had his eyes wide open as he stared at the man in front of him who was… still made of snow and buttons. But he swore he felt something warm on his lips and it even moved. Or maybe it was just his imagination? His mind must've been tricking him for thinking too much about what his brother said.

Yep, probably my imagination. Don't be silly Arthur. Just look at it, still snow and buttons and sticks. He nodded his head, convinced with his thoughts.

He felt a tug on his sleeves and saw Peter look somehow disappointed when nothing happened. He smiled and gently patted his head.

"Well… You still have me as a playmate kiddo." Peter looked up at him with an equally wide smile as he nodded his small head, understanding the fact that his brother was still the best person to play with, and he would never ever have someone else over him. "We've been out for a while now. How about a break? I'll prepare a cup of hot chocolate if you want."

He nodded enthusiastically once more as he ran ahead of his brother, waving his arms as he reached the door.

"Brother! Hurry up!"

Arthur chuckled, walking slowly just to tease his brother once more. So energetic... He thought.

When he reached the door, he turned to have one last glance at the snowman, still bothered by what he felt earlier. But then it was impossible right? He smiled at it, finding his thoughts to be silly.

"Broother! So slooow!"

"I'm here! Geez Peter!"

He finally stepped inside when he heard Peter call and gently shut the door to prevent the ice cold wind from entering their cozy home, leaving the snowman all alone in the middle of their backyard.

If Arthur looked at it only for longer, his green eyes would've been met by bright and blinking blue ones.

"Broooootheeer!" He felt his bed rock wildly as Peter jumped up and down continuously by his side. He tried to cover himself with the thick blanket but it was pulled back way down to his feet by the other. "Waaake up! I'm hungrrry!"

"Okay, okay! Now will you please stop jumping?" Arthur sat up slightly annoyed, his eyes still closed as he rubbed them. A yawn escaped his lips as Peter pulled his arms, trying to get him out of the bed.

"Cooome ooon sleepy head!" The smaller boy began pushing Arthur's back but the older blonde wouldn't budge. He pouted and crossed his arms as he tried to think of a way to get his brother out of bed and make his breakfast. Spotting the pillow first, he quickly took it and began to hit Arthur on the head.

"Waaake up!"

"Wha—Ow!" He continued to hit Arthur playfully despite the other's complains. He didn't stop hitting him until Arthur crawled out of bed. "I'm up! Stop it!"

Peter cheered and jumped down quickly to grab his brother in the arms and lead him to the kitchen. Arthur stumbled when they were at the stairs; he almost even fell a few times. He was grateful for the wall's presence or else he already would've made it the very last step with a broken neck.

"I want pancakes!" A box of flour was then forced at him along with a bowl with raw eggs. Peter was off running as he opened different cabinets which made Arthur's head spin.

"Alright. Now please sit in one place. You're making me dizzy!"

"Okay!"

"Thank you! Big help lad."

Arthur placed the box of flour and bowl of eggs gently on the table, sighing in relief that he had his arms free again. He began bringing out everything he needed like butter and small chocolate chips which Peter loved in his pancakes. He wasn't a very good cook, but he wasn't a very stupid one to not know how to prepare even the simplest food. He was glad his brother hadn't requested something that needed expert hands in preparing.

He already had the stove and pan set on moderate heat as he began mixing everything together in a white bowl with a wooden spoon. As he was doing so, he walked around trying to find anything more he could add or prepare like bananas or slices of apple for breakfast. Tea was a given.

His attention was caught though the moment he passed by the big kitchen window that had a clear view of their backyard. He felt someone looking at him which was the reason why he was now gazing outside. He didn't see anyone though… except the snowman from yesterday which was facing the window. Weird… He thought. Wasn't it facing the backdoor yesterday? He sighed. Oh Arthur, here you go again. Silly man, you're being ridiculous. Before he could even think about anything crazy, he closed the curtains to prevent himself from looking out and be bothered by his thoughts about the snowman. Though he swore, it wasn't facing that way the day before.

He shrugged his shoulders and tried his best to focus on his work.

"Huuurrry uup!" How many times had Arthur his brother whine? He already lost count—Ah, he actually never bothered counting.

Peter was pouting at his brother who was painfully taking his time in fixing the scarf around his small neck. He was so much ready to leave for school, but after running around all over the house, his clothes got wrinkled that Arthur insisted on changing them. Everything was done and about except for the scarf which his brother tried to secure around him. It would always fall off because of Peter's giddiness as he ran in all places. It would become lose if not fall off, it would cover half of the small boy's face.

"There you go." Arthur smiled with satisfaction and Peter immediately beamed off to get his bag pack that had a big Superman logo on it with a robot-shaped key chain dangling on the zipper. He assisted his younger brother in putting on his shoes but when it came to the tying of shoelaces, Peter insisted he leave it to his care. 'I'm a big boy already!' He said.

"Let's go?" Arthur reached out a hand.

"Not yet!"

Peter ran back to grab Arthur's hand and dragged him out of the house and outside their backyard, again with his whining of how slow his brother walked. Arthur let himself be pulled outside despite being clueless to whatever his brother was thinking again. The child always had random ideas popping up in that small head of his.

As the door opened, Arthur buried his face on his own scarf with the sudden chills that blew past them. The younger blonde didn't seem to mind the coldness that swept past him as he ran towards the snowman, leaving small footprints on the snow. Arthur sighed, so this was what his brother meant to do.

"Bye bye Mr. Snowman! I'm going to school!" He turned around and waved back at Arthur who didn't appear like he would follow him all the way to where he and the balls of snow were. "Brother! Say bye bye to Mr. Snowman!"

Oh no he didn't want to. He didn't want to go anywhere near the snowman actually because of the weird vibes he was getting whenever he looked at it, much more go near it. The day before he felt something weird when he kissed it, and during the whole morning he felt as if he was being watched by it whenever he went as long as he was near their window. He assumed everything was just his imagination and what he felt was due to the stress, but just to keep his sanity, he wouldn't want to be anywhere near the snowman.

"Heeey!"

"Uh… Bye?" He shouted from where he was but of course, it didn't satisfy Peter.

"Brother get in here!"

"No! Come on Peter, you're going to be late!"

"I'm not going anywhere unless you come here!" And to prove his point, he plopped down on the snow, his arms crossed on his chest with his legs spread on the thick white layer. Arthur's eye twitched in annoyance but then he knew how stubborn his brother was, so he gave up with a sigh. Blue eyes looked up to meet his green ones as he approached Peter. He stood a good of 3 rulers away from the snowman as he tried to look for anything suspicious about it. There was something really about it but he just couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Uh… Goodbye Mr. Snowman. Peter's going to school." He said quickly before grabbing Peter's hand to pull him up. "Ok I'm done let's go!"

"But you didn't kiss him!" Another whine and unsatisfied look was shot at Arthur as Peter refused to stand up.

"Peter, don't tell me you still believe it will-"

"There's no harm in trying!"

He clicked his tongue with irritation. But like always, he got defeated with his brother's big round eyes looking at him with expectation. He groaned.

"Fine! But after this we're leaving okay?"

"Yes!"

Arthur faced the snowman slightly annoyed with the height difference. Damn, it's taller than me. He rolled his eyes for being intimidated by it. Slowly though he leaned in forward, his brows curved together as he cheered himself he could get this done and over with. Before his lips landed on the buttons though, he shook his head and whispered, Oh no, you're not getting a kiss on the lips this time. Arthur placed a quick peck on the its cheeks and without further ado, he grabbed Peter away, running back inside the house and away from the innocent snowman who was… smiling contently with the lingering heat of Arthur lips on his cheeks.

If they didn't run away so fast like that, they would've seen an arm waving goodbye to them.

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He was finally back and safe from the cold wind blowing. Peter was a lot to handle especially when they were out in the streets. Every time something would catch his attention, he would free himself from Arthurs grasp to run away and approach whatever it was interested in.

Arthur himself was a student, a scholar as a matter of fact so he didn't need to pay anything but his food back at the university he was attending. It was already their Christmas break though, and he was free until the end of New Year so he had nothing to do. The store he applied for a job at as of the moment didn't need him yet till' the second week of December where all the people would start their 'last-minute shopping'. Their expenses were supported by what's left of her mother's money in the bank, and by some concerned relatives that lived way across the Atlantic so they really weren't living a very hard life. Besides, they have a decent home to stay at and to keep the cozy and warm every winter. What more could Arthur ask for?

Without anything else to do, he sat back down at their couch with a book on his hands and a cup of tea by the table side. This was how he always spent his free time, and he appreciated how peaceful everything was the moment he would lose himself in the story he was reading. Once he started, it was almost impossible for him to stop and get up until he finished everything to the last page. More than 10 calls were missed before, and there were times when he would be late at picking up his brother at school just because of reading.

However, it was different this time. He opened the book, began to read the words and slowly he would turn the pages as the story went by, but after each flip his eyes would wander outside the window as he felt someone watching him. It was that creepy feeling again, the same with what he had felt earlier in the morning and obviously, it was because of those three layers of snowballs in their backyard. Arthur tried hard to concentrate on his book, he even turned his back from the window but then the feeling never left him. As the clock ticks, he grew more annoyed rather than freaked out. Deciding to end up everything, he slammed the book shut and dropped it on the couch. He secured on a big fluffy jacket and scarf around his body before venturing outside to confront what's bothering him.

The snowman stood still with Arthur gazing up at him with a scowl. The blonde thought about removing all the buttons on the snowman's face, he even thought about kicking it down but decided against it or else he would have a wailing brother to deal with. He crossed his arms as he thought about how to deal with it. Maybe I should just… twist its head so it won't face here? He nodded in agreement with his own idea. He'll probably just put it back the way it was before bringing Peter home.

He lifted his palms and placed them on each of the snowman's cheeks as he tried to twist it on the opposite direction. For some reason though, it won't budge, not even half an inch. It wouldn't move as if it was glued to its place. Arthur clicked his tongue still not giving up.

"Why the hell won't you turn?" He didn't really expect to get an answer. He bit his lip and finally dropped his arms to the side after his failed attempts. Green eyes glared at those two big blue buttons that served as the snowman's eyes. "The hell are you looking at? You think I'm funny?" He didn't know why he said that. Again, he wasn't expecting for it to answer him. But he didn't care; he just needed to pour out his annoyance. It wasn't like the snowman could do anything to him right? Hah, that would be plain ridiculous!

"What are you smiling for? You think I'd kiss you again? Hah, not on your life." He grinned. "Ah forgive me… I forgot you don't even have one at all." He leaned forward as he inspected its face. "Button faced freak." He mumbled. "You really think I'd give you another kiss?"

"Why not? You did enjoy kissing me the first time."

He blinked once… Twice… And then he quickly stepped away from it with wide eyes. "Good heavens! Did it just… talk?"

"Hell yeah I did!"

A head suddenly popped out of the snowman's face and shook itself to get rid of the snow on its hair before big, blue eyes stared back at Arthur who was frozen on the spot as if he turned into a snowman himself.

"Thank goodness I'm somewhat free now!" It exclaimed happily as it tried to crane its neck to the sides and up as if stretching. When he was satisfied, his eyes landed back to Arthur who was still… very much shocked and paralyzed still with his jaw dropped. The snowman smiled innocently.

"Now how about another kiss so I can get rid of these snowballs?"

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"Oh god…."

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"Uh.. Hey? "

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"This is not real…"

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"Earth to Arthur? Earth to Arthur? Wiiiiw!

Oh come on don't look at me like that!

I mean I know I'm handsome and all that… Hey!

Arthur? Arrthur?

Yohoo?

Heey? Stop staring at me and move dear Brit!

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Uhm… Arthur? I could reaaally use a kiss here.

You know…just one? Please?

Sooo…Can you even hear me?

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OH MY GOSH ARTHUR WAKE UP!"

This plot suddenly just came up in my mind out of nowhere as I was listening to Christmas songs...Weird brain...

"... shake it up! shake up the happiness~~~ It's Christmas time!"

Sooo uh... What do you guys think about this? lol.