Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and I'm not good at this whole deadline thing am I?
Sitting at the table; holding his breath. The messy-haired blonde sat with a small, pink box with a brown, silken ribbon wrapped around it to make a bow. This was stupid. He had not a clue what had convinced him to buy the box of chocolates. It was a waste of money if anything. Oh God, what was he thinking? Francis would walk in and start teasing him about it. Maybe he shouldn't give the gift to the Frenchman.
"Ah, Arthur! Mon cher, there you are!"
Too late.
Arthur watched as his boyfriend waved at him as he walked across the school library. Now he was really sweating, the Brit had to even wipe his palms on his jeans from how sweaty they were. Why was he so nervous?! All he had to do was give the man the box and call it a day. There was nothing he had to be nervous about.
When he looked up, the man he loathed and loved at the same time was sitting across from him with that stupid smile on his face. This was going to be much harder than he thought.
"-arth to Arhur. Do you read~? I know I'm a work of art, but you don't need to stare at me for so long." Francis smirked as a bright blush appeared on Arthur's pale cheeks. The Brit's expressions were always so cute, he couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"W-What are you talking about?! Don't say stupid things like that!"
"It's not stupid, it's true."
"Oh whateve-"
"Hush, I have something for you..~" the Frenchman pressed a finger to Arthur's lips before the other could talk and turned around to look through his messenger bag.
It perked the Brit's curiosity. He was actually getting something? Never had he actually gotten something from someone else. Christmas didn't count since he usually just got socks or some other article of clothing.
Knowing Francis though, he should have expected to get a present. Especially today, it was Valentine's Day after all. It was just so strange for the Brit. This was their first Valentine's day as a couple and he had nearly turned every store upside down looking for the perfect gift. Francis always treated him like the most precious gem on Earth, so of course he had to get the man something to show for it. He just wished it wasn't so typical.
" I know you don't care for these sort of things, but I got it for you anyway." The wavy-haired blonde looked sheepishly as he held out a stuffed, white bear that held a heart saying 'I like you' to Arthur.
It certainly shocked the other. What did the Frenchman think when he bought this? He certainly wasn't five anymore. Yet, the stuffed animal was...cute? What was he supposed to think of it? It was childish, but he found it endearing.
"I..er..thank you…?" Arthur bit his lip as he took the bear from the other.
"You don't like it, do you…?" Francis looked down. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Arthur wouldn't have liked this. Why did he buy it in the first place? It was just...just so idiotic of him!
Looking the bear over, the Brit only smiled softly and held it close to his chest," No...I quite like it. It's cute."
"No really, If you don't like it, I'll just go return. It was a stupid gift."
"No. I like it..I-I got you something too…" Arthur placed the bear in his own bookbag and held out the box of chocolates to the Frenchman," I know it's not anything fancy..I-It was all I could afford to get you..."
This brought a smile to the Frenchman's face. His cute little boyfriend was just too much. The blush on his face complimented him nicely, but besides that, the Brit had actually went out to buy him a gift. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This was different. Arthur was different. Never had he felt so happy in a relationship before.
Before he knew it, they had their lips pressed together while the box of chocolates hid their faces from the few people that were scattered in the library.
….
"Push!"
"I am!"
"Are not!"
"Al! I am pushing!"
"Well push harder!"
Amongst the towers of grass, stood two young boys with sweat pouring down their faces as they pressed themselves up against the tall lawnmower. They wanted to be able to play in the yard, but with Arthur's lack of care, it had turned into a jungle for the two boys. Not to mention they lost some of their favorite toys in said yard.
Try as they might, the task was going nowhere. They lacked the strength to even move the contraption by an inch. Defeated, the twins plopped down onto the ground and wiped their foreheads.
"Mattie...How do people move this thing?"
"I'm not sure Al.."
"Do you think they have super powers?"
"Maybe.
"I can't wait to have my own superpowers then. I could be like Captain America!" With his energy restored, the young boy, Alfred, jumped up and started running around the yard, pretending he was throwing a metal shield around to fight bad guys like the hero had done in the movie.
Matthew prefered to watch his energetic twin run around while he sat to catch his breath. Though they were similar in looks, there was an obvious contrast in personality between them. Somehow, people still managed to get them mixed up. All except for Francis and Arthur of course.
Half an hour had went by and the twins were sitting in the driveway creating drawing with the pack of sidewalk chalk they had gotten for one of their birthdays. There were various pictures such as monsters battling robots to princesses stuck in towers while the dragon ate her along with the knight that had went to save the damsel. Matthew was a little upset at the last one, but it was still funny to him, just not as funny as it was to Alfred.
Arthur came out with a pair of skates in his hand and chuckled at all the drawings his sons had drawn. Well, at least he knew which house was his. Not like he didn't already know that. The twins looked up as their father walked over and bent down to be eye level with them.
"Hi dad!" Alfred chimed happily as he was putting the finishing touches on a rocket he was coloring, his twin saying the same thing as he colored a crudely drawn pumpkin.
"Hello boys..~ What are you two drawing?" the Brit inquired as he pat them both on the head. They were so cute, their clothes covered in the different colors of chalk with their hair disheveled from their horseplay.
"A rocket!"
"A-A pumpkin!" They yelled in unison.
"Really now? They look good, you two are great artist." the Brit grinned and wiped the chalk dust off of them. While he did so, Matthew looked at the skates in his hands curiously. He recognized them from the closet, but he didn't know what they were for.
"Papa, what is that? In your hand?"
"Hm? Oh yes, I was going to take you two ice skating, how does that sound?"
The twins looked over at each other and smiled brightly, they had never been ice skating before. They threw their hands up together and cheered as they grasped each other's hands and jumped up and down," Ice skating! Ice skating! We're going ice skating!"
Arthur chuckled and scooped them into his arms which resulted in the two squealing. Once he got them all seated and buckled in the car, he took a deep breath. Now he had to do the hard part.
….
"You're asking me to go ice skating with you?" the Frenchman stood in his doorway with his hair pulled up by a ribbon. He had been relaxing and was simply watching tv before he had heard the doorbell ring. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was the cantankerous Brit.
"That's what I just said! Were you listening or not?" Arthur crossed his arms and looked back to make sure his children were still safely sitting in the car.
"Well then let's go. I'm not doing anything."
"Wait really?"
"That's what I just said. Weren't you listening~?" Francis chuckled as he repeated what Arthur said before he closed the door behind him.
"Oh shut up. Just get in the car." the Brit laughed and turned away from the other.
….
"Here let me tie up your laces." Arthur kneeled down as the twins sat themselves down onto the bench so their father could tie their rented skates on. They were so excited to go out into the rink and start skating. Francis sat himself down next to the two boys and tied his own skates up before he helped Matthew with his so they all could get onto the ice faster. There was a slight problem though. The Frenchman couldn't remember how to skate.
"Thank you Francis!" Matthew giggled out as he swung his legs happily.
Francis simply nodded at him and stood up," You're welcome~"
The messy-haired blonde picked the twins up with a grunt and took them to the rink with Francis in tow. He was a little shaky as he hadn't been skating in a while, but he quickly got the hang of it. Francis on the other hand fell as soon as he stepped onto the ice, making the small family of three start to laugh at his misfortune.
The twins squirmed in their father's grasp, excited to step onto the ice and,hopefully, not fall like Francis had done. They were shaky as well once they were put down, but Matthew was quick to grasp the concept after Arthur had shown them and was soon skating on his own. Alfred was much like Francis, falling over and struggling to stay standing for more than a few seconds. Matthew helped Alfred skate around and a bit later the two were skating around with each other.
"Don't let go of me."
"Maybe I will, It's entertaining to watch you struggle." Arthur chuckled as he held Francis' hands tightly in his own as he tried to get the man's feet moving. It was devastating to him that Francis couldn't skate anymore, but he wasn't going to let it bother him. It was like the roles had switched, now Arthur was the one teaching Francis how to skate.
"That's mean of you mon ami."
"I disagree, I haven't let go of you yet have I?" the Brit was shuffling his feet backwards as he got Francis to start moving. They were slow and steady, but he was hoping the man would be able to remember how to skate from muscle memory or such. He looked back occasionally to make sure he wasn't about to bump into anyone or to check and see how his twins were fairing. It was amazing to him, Matthew was just a natural on the ice. Alfred, not so much, but the boy was skilled when it came to games and sports.
"Non, but I do not trust you."
"I think that should be the other way around."
"I disagree."
They smiled at each other and before they knew it, they were gliding around the ice like they had done a million times before. Matthew and Alfred watched in amazement as the two men danced gracefully around the rink. Francis' muscle memory led him to spin Arthur around and reciprocate the man's movements. It all seemed so familiar to him. The feel of the wind on his face, the sharp cold that surrounded him, and the familiar heat he felt whenever he and Arthur met hands.
He didn't want the moment to end. Not ever.
Well hi guys~ Again I must apologize for being late. I'm just going to update once a week. I can't stay to a specific day. ^^" Oops. I hope you like the cute little Valentine's Day gift I wrote for ya'll~ I thought it was cute~ o3o Well thank you all for reading this story, it motivates me when I see people review~ ouo Er well..I get super excited when people do. xD Oh well, until then~
