So this was requested my PSML, I tweaked it a bit but I hope you like it.

Time Frame: Winter, 2014 (because it is fucking cold up here in Chicago)

Words: 658

"Stupid bloody American weather." Arthur mumbled under his breath as he made his way up the Americans driveway. The cold nipping at his cheeks and snowflakes stuck to his hat.

"Hey, it's not my fault it's freezing out!" Alfred said as he sidestepped a patch of ice.

"Careful of the-" but he was too late in warning his husband as he slipped on the ice landing flat on his butt.

Alfred let out a small chuckle but stopped upon seeing the death glare his husband was giving him.

"Stop laughing and help me up, you twit." Arthur huffed as Alfred grasped his hand and, instead of pulling him up, Alfred ended up slipping himself and landing on top of his husband.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at him before they broke out into giggles. "That was the worst rescue I've ever seen." Arthur said in between giggles as Alfred gingerly got off him.

He tested the ground before slowly standing up. He gave a proud smile and held his hand out. "Let's try this again, babe." He said as Arthur gripped his hand as Alfred pulled him up.

The two countries held hands as they walked into the dark house.

"I wonder if Ella is asleep." Al whispered. They had gone out on a date night and left Mattie to take care of their daughter, Ella. Ella was humanly four years old but looked to be about six. It was discovered when she was born that she was the personification of London. Peter had gone to have a sleepover with Marcello or the personification of Seborga.

"Hey, guys." Came the quiet voice of the Canadian.

"Hey bro, Ella give you any trouble?" He asked.

"None at all, she was an angel." Matthew said as the two countries looked at each other. That didn't sound like their Ella.

"You sure? She has Alfred's knack for getting into mischief." Arthur said as he nudged his husband in the ribs.

"Nope, she was fine for me. I must be her favorite uncle." He replied as he donned on his hockey jacket.

"Thanks again for watching Ella while we got out of the house." Alfred said as he hugged his brother goodbye.

"It was no problem, really." Matthew said. "Bye guys." And with that, Matthew walked out of the house.

The two countries walked into the living room where the fireplace was roaring. Alfred sat down on the couch as Arthur climbed on top of him and snuggled into his chest.

"You okay?" Alfred asked after a moment of silence.

"My arse is sore, but I'm fine, love." He replied as Alfred kissed his neck before whispered in his ear.

"I can always kiss it better." Alfred said in a tone darker.

Arthur turned his head, "Would you now, love?" He asked as Alfred captured his lips in a kiss.

"I would, but I don't think it wise if your ass already hurts." Alfred responded when they broke away.

Arthur smiled and turned on his side and snuggled into Alfred's chest.

"Good idea. Now, don't move, I'm comfortable." Arthur said as his eyes drifted close.

Alfred smiled and kissed the top of his head before drifting off to sleep as well.

So, there we go. I was thinking of adding smut, but PSML thought it wouldn't be a really good idea, so I turned it into cute snuggle time! I hope you guys liked it!

Review and tell me how I did! I'm trying to make these longer but like I said last chapter, I'm swamped with work right now.

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