Author note: I do not own Rune Factory 4, nor any of the Christmas songs that have inspired me to write this fic.

Knowing that Christmas is coming up, I wanted to write a Christmas fanfic. Well...THIS is the fanfic. It's basically going to be a collection of Christmas oneshots around the Rune Factory 4 characters, taking place after plot 1 of the game. I'm not sure if I could get it complete by Christmas (and I highly doubt it will), but I do hope that you enjoy reading it!

Warning: Some violence (Dylas and Doug fighting? Check. XD), spoilers for plot 1 of Rune Factory 4, various pairings (CloricaxVishnal, DylasxDoug, MargaretxForte, FreyxLeon, etc.)

Constructive Criticism would be great, and I hope that you read, review and enjoy! Thanks!

A Rune Factory Christmas

1. Snowed In

Summary: After Arthur, Margaret and Porcoline leave the restaurant to go get more supplies for food, Dylas and Doug find themselves snowed in only moments later, and are forced to fend for themselves for the rest of the night...

Characters: Dylas, Doug

Doug let out a groan as he glanced at the clock. "Where's everybody?" He muttered quietly. "They should be back by now!"

Dylas ignored him, glancing at the clock as well. It had almost been a whole hour since Margaret, Porcoline and Arthur left to go get groceries from the General Store, but they hadn't come back with. Letting out a sigh, the half-horse Guardian figured that he might as well go out-he didn't want to stick around here as long as the midget dwarf was here.

He tried to open the door. It didn't budge.

"What?" He muttered quietly, turning the doorknob as he continued to try opening the door. It still didn't budge, and he was starting to get a bit worried. It had been snowing quite a bit since the others left, and-

Oh no. No, no, no...not now! I don't want to be stuck in here with the midget, damn it!

Rushing towards a nearby window, he immediately confirmed the worst-case scenario.

The two of them were completely snowed in.

Doug noticed Dylas' panicked expression. "What is it, gelding?" The red-haired dwarf asked, crossing his arms. "Don't tell me you're worried about not eating anything for dinner!"

"It's not that, midget!" Dylas snapped back, pointing at the window. "Look! Do you have holes for eyes?!"

"Wait a sec-" Doug rushed over to the window, only to see the wall of snow in front of the window. "WHAT THE HECK!? ARE WE SNOWED IN!?"

"YES, YOU IDIOT!" Dylas yelled back, glaring at him. "Isn't that obvious!?"

"I don't want to be stuck in here with YOU of all people, pebble brain!"

"NEITHER DO I, YOU NAG!"

Both of them glared at each other, before they remembered-

"Arthur's door-what about through there? Maybe all the snow hasn't piled up against it yet!" Doug suggested. Dylas nodded in agreement, before the two ran out of the restaurant area and into the area where Arthur worked. Doug tried the door, desperate to escape.

It didn't budge, either. Both boys stared, before immediately trying to open all of the windows.

None of them budged, not even a millimetre. All of them were frozen shut by the ice outside.

"You've got to be kidding me! Seriously?" The dwarf muttered. Dylas just kept shaking his head as the worst case scenario dawned upon them.

They were definitely snowed in. With only each other as company.

This was not good.

"I can't believe this happened..."

"Shut up already!" The part-horse waiter muttered, shaking his head. "I'm still in shock, too..."

Doug just glared back at Dylas in response. The two of them were silent for a moment, before Doug spoke up.

"So...uh..." Doug let out a sigh as he heard his stomach rumble a little. "Do you know if there's anything in the fridge we can eat, or did Porcoline eat it all before he and the others left to get groceries?"

Dylas swallowed nervously. "Well," He managed, "Let's hope Porcoline didn't eat everything..." Going into the kitchen, the two opened up the fridge and cupboards to see what they had waiting for them. "Let's see...some old French bread, some cheese, onions.."

"Practically nothing." Doug muttered under his breath, before the former Guardian spoke up again.

"I think I can go French with this."

Doug stared at him awkwardly. "Uh...French? Seriously?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. I could make onion soup." The other responded, smiling a little. "Nothing grand, but at least it's something. Right?"

The dwarf couldn't help but agree with Dylas on that point. It might not be the best thing ever, but at least it would be something to eat. "I'll cook," Doug offered, grabbing the French bread.

"No." Dylas replied quickly as he snatched the bread back from the other.

Doug was slightly pissed off at this remark. "Why not, gelding!?"

"If you cook, we'll probably end up with ashes, idiot!" The other snapped back, before marching into the kitchen. "Let me do the cooking! If you want to help, just set the table for both of us!"

Doug let himself sulk for a moment, before grabbing spoons to use for the consumption of the soup. Sitting in a chair, he rested his head on the table, praying that he could catch a quick nap before the food was ready.

"..ake up! Midget! Wake up already, you idiot!"

Doug let out a groan as he looked up to see Dylas, sitting across from him with a bowl of onion soup. Doug looked down to see a bowl of onion soup in front of him as well.

"Well?" Dylas spoke, letting out a sigh. "Are you going to try the soup or let it get cold?"

Doug didn't say anything, and instead figured that he might as well try out the soup. Hopefully, he wouldn't get poisoned like the last time Forte tried to make Union Stew...the outcome of that was so terrible that no one wanted to remember it or mention it to anyone in existence. Praying that this wouldn't end up the same way, Doug mentally said a prayer before taking a sip.

"..." The dwarf was speechless.

Dylas just stared at him. "Is it...good?" He asked slowly, unsure if the dwarf approved of his cooking. Even if he did know himself that he was a decent cook, well, he didn't know if dwarves had a different palate than others...

Doug was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"It's good."

An awkward moment of silence ensued, but then Dylas finally cracked a grin.

"I'm glad you like it." The smile was unlike anything Doug had really seen. It wasn't some smirk that would imply a taunt coming immediately afterwards, nor was it some enraged frown. No, it seemed like a real, genuine smile-and Doug couldn't help but grin at that sight. The dwarf had to admit that real smile from Dylas was definitely something he would rather see more often than anything else-even the flustered looks on his face from nearly being beaten in arm wrestling were nothing compared to this.

"Well, it is good-" Doug nearly forgot for a moment that he despised the waiter sitting across from him- "Good for a horse, anyway."

"HEY!"

Thank goodness that Frey was able to get through the back door of the restaurant in time to stop the two from killing each other.