Oliver and Francois.

Inside a bright blue house lives Oliver Kirkland and his husband Francois Bonnefoy, they are quite opposite in many ways that you wouldn't think the two would have lasted so many years together but enough of that. The inside of the house was painted pink with many cute things everywhere although at this time of year the house was decorated in Christmas decorations and Christmas lights, Oliver always went all out for Christmas and Francois as always never did anything to help out. Oliver was busy in the kitchen getting ready for Christmas, he was baking his sweet little heart out with making cakes, cupcakes, gingerbread, biscuits and puddings. Francois on the other hand was lounging on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand and a bottle of wine on the coffee table beside him, he sips his wine lazily as he looks over to the kitchen listening to Oliver sing Christmas songs to himself. Once Oliver had finished with all the baking for Christmas he wipes his hands on a tea trowel as he walks out into the lounge room where Francois was relaxing on the couch, he walks over to the other with a cute smile on his face standing in front of the Frenchman.

Francois looks up at Oliver with a bored expression. "Are you finished baking?"

"Yes I am~" Oliver says cheerfully.

"W'y are you going to all t'is trouble? It's just t'ose brats coming, t'ey aren't going to eat w'at you make anyway" Francois says running his free hand through his hair and takes a sip of his wine.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Oliver questions, his eyes narrowing.

"You know exactly w'at I mean by t'at now answer t'e damn question pinkie" Francois says pulling out a coin and putting it on the table before the other could start complaining about his language.

"Well… it's not just the boys coming…" The bright brit says looking away.

"W'at exactly do /you/ mean by it's not just t'e brats coming?" The older of the two asks as he narrows his eyes at the other.

"Well… I… um…" Oliver giggles nervously before he continues explaining. "I invited our 1p's and their boys as well…"

Francois doesn't look happy about that and groans before downing the rest of his glass of wine, puts the glass on the table and pulls out a packet of cigarettes lighting one and takes a long drag blowing out the smoke as he speaks. "I'm not going to enjoy t'is at all Oliver"

"Oh love, it will be fun! And besides it's also so I can play match maker for Christmas! ~" Ollie grins happily clasping his hands together.

"So… t'ere are going to be lots of people 'ere just so you can play matc' maker?" Francois wasn't impressed at all by your answer as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"No. It's a smallish part to why I invited them but not the main reason, the main reason is because I wanted to see my boys… I miss them Francois you know that and I wanted to have a big family Christmas" The small brit pouts looking down at the floor as he plays with his hands.

"Don't look like t'at… fine do w'at you want. You do anyway" The Frenchman sighs finishing off his cigarette. "If it's annoying or t'ey're all annoying I'll leave"

"Thank you love!" Oliver smiles brightly and kisses Francois's cheek happily.

"Y-Yea' sure… w'atever" The Frenchman blushes slightly mumbling.

Oliver then skips off to the kitchen to finish the rest of the cooking that's needed to be done for Christmas before their guests arrive.