Summary: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Greta partake in Earth wintertime traditions. A series of oneshots.

Pairings: WolframxYuuri

Warnings: Cuteness, comma overload

Wintertime Traditions

You guys know what I discovered today? Blonde refers to women but blond refers to men. Same with fiancée and fiancé. Weird, right? I'm not 100% positive how Christmas goes in Japan. I know they celebrate the capitalistic aspects of it (which is the cool part, anyway) so I'll just take that and run with it. Anyway, I love Miko and I couldn't not include her! Hope you enjoy!

"Shibuya," Murata Ken entered the office where Yuuri was signing papers; "We should go back to Earth for a while. My parents might get angry if I don't check back with them eventually. Yours probably will, too."

"Oh, please do." Gwendal said before Yuuri could even reply. He massaged his temples, reflecting back upon happenings of the week before. Now every time young Greta saw him, he ended up taking a ball of snow to the face. Plus, he was still finding pine needles everywhere.

"And take Wolfram and Greta with you." He added as an afterthought.

"Really!? I can go to Earth with you?" Greta beamed. When she had even come into the room, Yuuri didn't know, but now that she was all excited, he couldn't say no to her.

"You'll have to ask Murata about that." He ruffled her hair. Greta then looked over at the Great Sage with hopeful eyes.

"Of course you can." Murata looked back towards Yuuri, "We should leave soon."

Without another word he turned around and left.

"Come on, let's go get ready." Greta grabbed Yuuri's arm and ran out of the room.

Gwendal, now alone, let out a loud sigh of relief before sitting down and finishing the papers the young king had left unsigned.

"Oh, Yuu-chan you've come to visit in time for Christmas~" Miko Shibuya sang out in glee when she saw the four of them appear in the icey kiddie pool in the backyard. The clean sheet in her arms now lay forgotten on the snow covered ground.

"And you've brought Wolf-chan and. . ." She peered behind them, "Who might this be?"

"Oh, mom, this is Greta." Yuuri motioned to the little girl behind him.

"Hello, miss." Greta, uncharacteristically shy, looked around the small yard in awe.

"SHE'S SO CUTE!" Miko ran over and grabbed the poor girl, hugging her so tight she could barely breathe.

"Mom!" Yuuri yanked Greta away from her. She pouted but in an instant the smile returned to her face.

"Call me mama, Yuu-chan! Anyway, you should all go and get changed before you catch colds. Wolf-chan and Mura-chan can borrow some of Yuu-chan's clothes and Greta," she turned again to the young girl, "you can where some of Yuu-chan's old dresses!"

Greta threw Yuuri a look of confusion before being dragged into the house by Miko.

"So you're telling me," Wolfram started, doubt in his eyes, "that a large old man is going to come down the chimney in the middle of the night while we all sleep, eat food that has been laid out for him, and leave presents."

Miko nodded and winked at Wolfram, but that part seemed to go unnoticed by the blond.

"And you welcome this?"

She nodded again and let out a laugh.

"Wow!" Greta exclaimed. It had been three days since their arrival. Miko had been showering her adopted granddaughter in gifts and stories about Earth. She also gained about 40 new dresses, some inherited from Yuuri and some brand new. Miko was happy to have such a willing granddaughter to play with. Hopefully Greta wouldn't become too spoiled by her actions, though.

"Mom," Yuuri sighed, appearing in the doorway, "do you really need to tell her such things?"

"It's mama," Miko lectured, "and it's her first Christmas. Let it be magical!"

Yuuri shook his head in defeat and walked back into the kitchen. As he took ingredients from the fridge, Wolfram walked up behind him.

"Yuuri," the ex-prince began.

"Yes?" Yuuri replied as he took a baking pan out from the cabinet.

"Is what mama saying really true?"

Yuuri froze mid-action. He didn't really consider that Miko might actually be telling the truth, did he?

"Of course it-," He cut off when he saw the serious expression on his fiancé's face. Well . . . what could it hurt? He held back a smile and continued, "it is."

Wolfram clenched his fists. Whether he was angry at Yuuri for lying or actually believed him, the teen didn't know. He let out a small laugh anyway.

"Hey," He called out, breaking Wolfram from his thoughts, "help me bake these cupcakes."

Yuuri woke up around one in the morning and noticed Wolfram was missing. Not paying it any mind, he tried to go back to sleep. However, nearly ten minutes went by and Wolfram wasn't back yet. The double-black sighed and figured he should get up and go look for him.

Downstairs, he found Wolfram sitting by the fire place, sword in hand.

Prompt

Imagine Person A sitting Person B down to explain Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, and/or Santa Claus, which Person B has never heard of (the reason is up to you). However, Person A is doing a terrible job of explaining.

(Bonus: Person A wakes up on Christmas morning to find Person B sitting by the chimney with a shotgun.)

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