A/N: I was going to do a Christmas fic, but I never got around to finishing it. So, instead, have this thing I came up with in half an hour.
If you look closely, there's Sniper/Demo and Solly/Engie bromance. Because they're all brothers from another mother, yo.


"Five!"

Scout stared at the radio, excitement filling him with a warm glow.

"Four!"

He felt a leather-clothed hand squeeze his, and he didn't even need to look up to see who it was. He grinned uncontrollably.

"Three!"

Everyone was drinking as they counted. The damn ball hadn't even dropped yet, and everyone was still laughing and cheering.

"Two!"

Medic was holding tightly onto Heavy, his face looking vibrant with youthful excitement.

"One!"

This was it. A full year of endless fighting, gone in a flash.

"Happy New Year!" Everyone lifted their glasses in a toast, chugging down whatever alcohol was left in their glasses. It was amazing; Soldier patting Medic on the back before going to crash his helmet against Engineer's excitedly, while the doctor barely had time to set his glass down before Heavy dipped him down for a kiss. Sniper and Demoman were singing, one accent Australian and the other Scottish, obviously drunk, since they could barely keep a straight face. Pyro had even removed his rubber suit to celebrate with everyone else.

And Spy was next to him, nuzzling into the crook of Scout's neck with a smile. "Happy New Year, ya spook," Scout muttered playfully, tilting his head to the opposite side in order to give the Frenchman more room.

"Actually, New Years' 'appened seven 'ours ago for me," he informed in that ridiculously hot accent, and the Bostonian automatically knew that the accent had gotten thicker on purpose.

"Yeah, well, this ain't France." A small squeeze on his thigh made him end that sentence with an enunciated yet quiet squeak, and Spy chuckled in Scout's ear, lightly and suggestively. "Man, you're a perv. The year just ended a few minutes ago and already you wanna...?"

Although their relationship was about as public as Medic and Heavy's, Scout still made sure to keep this part hushed, since he didn't want everyone to know the more personal details. "Why not? A nice way to celebrate, non?"

"Well, yeah." He couldn't help but giggle a little at this. "But in public? Man, it's not like ya ta take risks."

Engineer was sitting on the couch, strumming away on his guitar, but the way he swayed slightly indicated that he wouldn't keep it up for much longer. Soldier was boasting about that one New Years' he had celebrated in Vietnam or something like that, which was most likely bogus, and the others weren't really paying attention; everyone had learned to tune him out a long time ago.

Scout sighed, the alcohol in his blood making him feel a little light-headed. "Alright. But can ya wait a few more minutes'a somethin'?"

Spy squeezed the younger boy's thigh again and slinked off to chat with Sniper, leaving Scout alone on the chair he'd pulled out from the cafeteria for only a second before Pyro bounced

over, smiling.

Spy went to bed first, or so he claimed, but Scout knew that the European would go into his room, cloak, leave, and then sit on Scout's bed until the Bostonian came in... which he did, about ten minutes later. And he had to admit: when the first thing you do in a new year is get laid, you're going to have a pretty positive outlook on the future.