Better Than Cadbury's, a USUK fanfic.
Pairings: USUK [notice how that spells "you suck?" I don't mean it!] (already established), and basically everyone else but France. Everyone else who doesn't show up doesn't count, and I'm too lazy to count them. Meh.
Summary: The two…lovers *blushes tsundere-ly and gets shot* get into an argument over something England said…and then they have fun. (France made me say that)
Warnings-rated M for: yaoi, lots of fluffles and kissing. X\ Ech. Francis rejoices. He forced me to!
A/N: This story takes place at Christmas, and I wrote this in July on Poland's birthday. *facepalms and dies in tsundere cave* Anyways…I thought of this, along with "YAOI Alert" and "A Trapped Cupid," when I was almost asleep. So ignore the fact that the story sucks. ;)
America stood awkwardly in front of England. It was still two days to Christmas, and people were already handing out presents. Italy smiled beatifically when Germany handed him a present, and Germany was almost as red as a tomato-Romano beat him narrowly when Spain hugged him from behind and presented him with a large, beautifully wrapped box.
Before England's attention could be drawn away from the man standing in front of him (by Canada dropping Kumajiro after Gilbert suddenly shoved a present at him and kissed him), America said, "If you could have anything, what would you wish for Christmas, then?" He looked ready to say something else, but didn't.
England thought. "How about Cadbury's back, then?" He replied flippantly.
America's face fell imperceptibly. "I suppose I can't do anything about your Christmas present, then. I had a present in mind, but apparently you wouldn't like it."
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," he shot back. He averted his eyes and his features didn't fall back into its usual smile. Troubled, England turned from his lover and watched Austria gap at Hungary's gift of a photo album (of activities), and Sealand hold Seychelles' hand awkwardly under mistletoe (that France had placed [of course]). Greece had his usual sleepily blissful smile on as he held a blushing Japan, and Russia handed a box of extra smalls to China, who turned red and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while stuttering mumbled thanks.
The crowd slowly dispersed. "There won't be any meetings because of Christmas-ah! Feliciano!-" Italy had thrown his arms around his waist, and he blushed-"-uhm…so we'll have winter break, and we come back on January sixteenth."
England sighed and started towards the door. He looked around for America's tall familiar form, but the only people in front of him were Japan and Hungary (who were chattering away about camera memory cards).
Snow began to gently drift down.
"It's Christmas…" America paced busily across the smooth floor of his front hall, toying with a red bow. It was utterly silent…except for-
DING.
DING.
DING.
Mumbling something incoherently under his breath, he moved to answer the door. A breathless, red cheeked, and snow covered England stood in the doorway.
"Merry Christmas." He blushed and stepped over the threshold. America answered with a (rather cute, but still managing to scare the sh!t out of him) Russia smile.
Still shivering slightly, England shut the door behind him and waited for him to speak.
It was silent again.
He simply placed a chocolate bar on England's head and stalked off into the living room. England took the plastic wrapped confection and read the label.
Cadbury's.
He laughed quietly and set the chocolate bar down on a bench. "Are you still mad at me about that?" A pair of warm arms wrapped around his thin frame. "Are you seriously mad about something that stupid?"
He felt America smile against his shoulder and gently pull him towards the couch.
"Do you want your real present?"
"I hope you didn't talk to France." He said with a touch of apprehension.
Laughing slightly, he took the bow and placed it on his head. England stared at him as if he had sprouted another arm.
A frown tugged at the corners of his lips. "You don't get it?" England shook his head. "I'm your present. Is it clear now?"
England's eyes widened, and his face burned red. "Oh."
"You are cute when you do that, you know?" He expertly dodged a halfhearted whack and settled back on the couch. "Since I am your present…I will do whatever you want me to." Wrapping his arms around him, he buried his face in his hair. England squirmed slightly, turning his face towards America's. He obliged the shorter man and leaned towards him…
Snow fell gently outside the window. Tendrils of ice spun across the glass, behind the thick curtains in his bedroom. His arms clutched tighter around America reflexively.
"Are you okay?" America mumbled into his hair. His blonde hair tickled his neck, and he shuddered delicately as he shook his head.
Tightening his arms and pulling the quilt over them, he smiled.
Christmas was awesome.
A/N: Ugh, this turned out so much flufflier than I thought. And so mushy and lovey-dovey! I need some strong tea. Igiko out~!
I just realized how embarrassing these things are that I do to my favorite character…and I am Igiko…OTL, I am such a BAKA!
But I speak French. Let me demonstrate my prowess!
Je suis bête et méchante. Euh, je ne sais pas français bien…au revoir!
I just said "I am stupid and mean. Uh, I don't know French well….until we meet again!" See what I did there? Ooh, fancy.
I'm rambling…'m j'st g'nna l've n'w. (SU-SAN ATTACK! It's super effective!)
Peace! Reviews are loved! Up next: some crappy jokes that I thought of when I was half asleep. (I thought of this whole thing when I was half asleep anyways…I am half asleep today anyway…I'm listening to Science by The Birthday Massacre…I'm rambling yet again…but now in parentheses…ugh. NEED. SLEEP.)
Bye, y'all! Coming up next (on the grand scheme of things): YAOI Alert, and A Trapped Cupid. (I thought of both of these the same night I thought of this one. I was half asleep. Explains the lameness. Meh.)