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A bit of something to enjoy. Merry Christmas~!

Arthur grit his teeth together. This was the reason he didn't want to come to the stupid party. THIS was the bloody reason. Whose idea was it to put a damn mistletoe in the middle of the room! Of course it was bloody, Alfred, it was his party, after all. But he couldn't have been so stupid as to put it in the middle of the room. And he had to walk right under it. And to add insult to injury, he was standing right in front of Francis, of all people.

He would have ignored it, until that American noticed.

"MISTLETOE!"

And with that, all eyes were turned on them, followed by snickers, giggles and gasps. The two victims glared at each other. Arthur made a disgusted face; Francis snorted and muttered something rude under his breath.

A loud whistle was heard, and who could it be, but Antonio, standing next to Gilbert with wide grins.

"Do it, ya dumbass perv! Kiss 'em!" Gilbert cried out, obviously drunk.

"Si, si~!"

"Come on, dude! Do it already!" Alfred called out with a wide smirk.

Arthur could feel his stomach turn. He didn't want to even LOOK in this frog's direction, let alone KISS the fool. He was not only disgusted, but embarrassed. Everyone was watching, and he was well, inexperienced. But Francis, oh Francis, must've had tons of practice. Cruel, cruel fate of it all.

Francis glared down at this man. He probably tasted of tea and those god awful scones he loved so much. How could he bear the taste of something so foul? Usually this wouldn't be such a problem, but this situation made Francis sick to his stomach. He shook his blonde head ever so slightly; he didn't even realize he was doing so.

"DO IT."

No! Non!

I don't want to! Je ne veux pas!

"Shall we…just get it over with, Monsieur?"

Arthur glared at Francis. He didn't want him to say such stupid things! Yet there he was, actually suggesting that they should kiss! Still, it would be nice to get the attention off of them and back to the party.

Alfred groaned. "Come on! You're making this longer and harder than it needs to be!" He then grinned, resisting the horrible temptation of shouting, That's what he said!

They both sighed. "Fine, frog. I'll let you kiss me…j-just this once!"

Francis took in a deep breath as he leaned in and gently placed his lips on Arthur's. His instincts overwhelmed his sense of thought and pushed his face closer to Arthur, forcing their lips harder together. After what seemed like an eternity, which they both found later was actually six seconds, Arthur pulled away, face red as Spain's tomatoes. After that, the party went back to normal.

"Well, Monsieur? Did you love it? Or did you love it?" Francis smirked at Arthur.

"Bloody fool. It was awful. I did however learn something from it."

"Oh?"

"Yes. That fairy tales are definitely false."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, I kissed a frog, and he stayed a frog."

"EH!"

The End~

I hope you enjoyed! My little story. If you want a pairing under the mistletoe, I'd be glad to add a chapter for you as a gift~~!

Merry Christmas ^-^