A/N: Well, well. What do we have here? I actually got down to work on this. I felt like writing this... I don't know. And I also wrote Rus' in here and stopped writing the accents, because I was being lazy, but they might return later. I'll also get the chance to write Shore Pair (Rus' x Baltia) in here, so this fic will be very special to me, because it'll have my 2 OTP's.

Holidays extra: Christmas in Godless Russia! Part 1

December, 14.

Gilbert was packing his clothes in the black suitcase he'd brought with him the day he arrived to World Academy W. No, he wasn't moving to another dorm or something. It was just that classes were over for the Winter Holidays, and Ivan had invited him to spend them with him back in Moscow. He knew Ivan, as the Russian he was, used to celebrate Orthodox Christmas on January 7th, contrary to him and his family who celebrated common Christmas on December 24th-25th, but then again, he was capable of doing anything to be with his beloved Russian, even changing his religion.

So after 2 hours talking on the phone with his dad and granddad and trying to convince them to let him go, they finally accepted. Maybe because they just got annoyed of the German's constant begs and whines, and just wanted him to shut up.

He folded a black sweatshirt and packed it on top of his other clothes. It was the last thing he had to pack. He grabbed a little note pad where he had written the list of the things he had to pack from the nightstand and looked if there was anything missing.

-Let's see… I've packed my underwear, shoes, jeans, shirts, sweaters, sweatshirts, pajamas… - Gilbert read out loud and checked what he had already packed. -School uniform huh? Screw the fucking school uniform! I don't have room for it anymore! -He yelled and threw the note pad on the bed. Ivan entered the room, holding Pirozhok to his chest as if it were a baby, smiling widely. It was evident that he was thrilled to have Gilbert come with him to Russia.

-Privyet! Do you need any help, da? -He asked tilting his head and leaving the fat kitty on the messy bed. Gilbert blushed slightly and shook his head no. He approached the Russian and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer and then he kissed him slowly and sweetly, as if savoring the blonde's lips. Ivan blushed, but eagerly kissed back. After a couple of minutes Gilbert finally broke the kiss, a little reluctant.

-So…-He begun, not letting go off Ivan. -At what time are we supposed to be in the airport tomorrow? -He asked, kissing Ivan's cheek lightly. Ivan blushed some more, still dazed by the long kiss they shared.

-Hmm… At about 6 AM papa said. -He answered, sighing softly. As much as he was used to the albino's constant caresses, they never ceased to make him feel nice and loved. He'd heard people saying that high school relationships never last, but seeing how things with Gilbert were going, he was a 100% sure those people were lying.

-D'aww… We'll have to wake up so early even on Holidays? Not awesome at all! -Gilbert pouted.

-That's why we must go to bed earlier, da? - Ivan replied, burying his face in Gilbert's neck. Gilbert smirked.

-Oh… so you want to "go to bed" already huh? -He asked suggestively and threw Vanya on the bed, making Pirozhok get off of it and run for dear life. Ivan blushed and whispered "traitor!".

-N-nyet! That's not what I meant! Gilgil I…! -He began but was cut off mid-sentence when Gilbert got on top of him and kissed passionately once more. He took off his and Ivan's clothes and threw them to the floor… From then on the moans never ceased, until very late at night, when the couple, exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, finally succumbed to sleep.

Next morning, both of them woke up late, which almost made them lose the flight, but in the end, they arrived just in time to the airport. On the plane, they kept on chatting, laughing and making plans for the holiday, like which places should they visit, the food they'd eat, all the things Ivan wanted to show him about his beloved motherland, how Christmas was celebrated in Russia…

-…And then Ded Moroz comes and gives presents to the good children! He's like our version of Santa Claus, just cooler. - Ivan smiled widely. Gilbert smiled as well and kissed the corner of his mouth.

-That sounds nice… -He shut up for a second. -I've been wanting to ask you something, liebe. -He said. Ivan tilted his head.

-Sure! Go ahead!

-What kind of person is your papa? -Gilbert asked nervous. Not that he was scared or anything… Just curious. Besides, if he was going to meet his "in-law", he wanted to know how to treat him before he did something that could offend the "good sir" or something. Yeah. That was it.

-Well…he's very nice to me and my sisters! And he's funny and likes to laugh and play with us! And everything he cooks is very yummy, da! We think he should be a chef, but he's a writer instead, but he's currently helping my auntie Sophia run her café! -Ivan replied in a cheery tone.

-I thought you mentioned your dad didn't have siblings.

-He doesn't! But my auntie is my papa's best friend and my godmother. They met each other in college and have been best friends since.

-What about your mutti? -Gilbert asked really curious by now. Ivan's mood decreased.

-…My mama… She left us when I was very little, da. She's a very bad woman who married papa just because his family has lots of money. They work in something related to oil, you know? But papa cut ties with them after mama left, and all because she stole lots of money from the company, and they all blamed papa for that. -He sighed and continued.- Except my babushka (grandmother), who is very nice and visits us every summer and winter. She'll visit us this year as well, so you may meet her too!

-That's terrible… But…why did your mutti leave? I mean, while being with your papa, she could have all the money she wanted, so why leave?

-Because after she had Natasha, she met another man and fell for him, but he had no money… So she stole money from the family's company and ran away with the other man. That really didn't hurt papa, because he knew she didn't love him, she just loved the huge amount of green valuable little papers the family had in the bank. And he didn't love her either, he just wanted to have babies to look after and prove my dedushka (grandfather) he was capable of raising a family. It was an arranged marriage, so it's understandable why they didn't really like each other, so there.

-I see…

-That doesn't matter anymore! -Ivan smiled once again.-Papa is the bestest papa ever, and he's better than any mama out there, and he's a boy! -Ivan giggled loudly which earned lots of strange views from the other passengers in the plane. Gilbert smiled apologetically. 'Quite tough years the poor guy has lived. I might as well not mention anything related to what Vanya said when I meet him.' He thought.

About 6 hours later they arrived to Russia, and were greeted firstly by Ivan's sisters, who had returned to Moscow a week before, the same day classes officially ended at World Academy W. while Ivan stayed and waited 'til Gilbert convinced his family to let him go with him.

-Brother! -Katyusha shouted happily and waved her hand at him. She passed through the sea of people and gave his little brother a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Vanya mimicked her actions. Natasha glared daggers at Gilbert, once again, as she always did. She greeted her big brother, and reluctantly said "Hi." to Gilbert. -Papa really wanted to receive you here, but the whole parking lot was full so he stayed in the car…pretty much just blocking the way or something. You know how clumsy he can be. -Katyusha smiled and sweatdropped. But she was right. Ivan smiled and nodded.

-…Let's go now. -Natasha broke her own silence and began walking towards the airport's parking lot, followed by the other 3 teens. They walked for a couple of minutes, 'til they reached the main entrance/exit and got out.

-There it is! The white van! -Ivan shouted and excitedly ran towards the white Volkswagen Routan. His sisters followed him closely and Gilbert just continued walking slowly as if he didn't want to meet the man inside the van. The blonde teen opened the van's front-side door and launched himself inside, trying to make it look as much as a glomp as possible. A loud thump was heard. -Papa! Papa I've missed you soooooo muuuuuuuch! - He screamed in utter happiness as he hugged his creator. From the outside, Ivan's sisters and Gilbert could listen the whole conversation.

-I missed you as well Vanuschka, but, are you trying to kill me? -The older Russian joked.

-Wah! Nyet! Sorry! -Ivan replied and let go off the man. He sat on the passenger seat. His papa laughed softly.

-It's ok, dear. - Ivan's papa smiled. -So, would you like me to help you keep the suitcases inside the trunk?

-Da. -Ivan nodded quickly.

-Okay. - The older Russian said and stepped off the car, followed by Vanya. Gilbert could feel his jaw drop to the floor the moment he saw his "father-in-law". He had expected a middle-aged man, not ugly, not handsome, pretty normal looking… not this…this… sex symbol! Not that he thought he was a sex symbol or anything… but maybe he could pass for one, specially among women. I mean, he had everything needed to be a sex symbol! Like, he was tall…very tall, blonde violet eyes like Vanya's, even though they were kind of teary, pretty smile, he looked way too young to be Katyusha, Ivan and Natasha's father, and Gilbert was almost sure there were rock-hard muscles under the jacket and shirt he wore. He blushed lightly. Why was he thinking those things again? Oh yeah! The impression of finding out his "father-in-law" was not the type of person he expected.

-Wait papa. I want you to meet someone! -Ivan's voice took Gilbert out of his trance. Ivan took his papa's hand and pulled him to where Gilbert was. -This is my boyfriend Gilbert. Gilgil this is my papa. -Ivan said, smiling widely. Gilbert looked up at the older Russian, while Ivan's dad looked down at Gilbert.

-…He's tiny. - Ivan's papa commented.

-Papa! That's not nice! -Ivan pouted. His dad chuckled.

-You're right, I'm sorry. -He smiled. -I'm Erik, da. It's nice to meet you. -Erik said and shook Gilbert's hand.

-Better. -Ivan said as if scolding his papa. Erik stuck his tongue out at him. Vanya did the same. Gilbert raised an eyebrow. They acted so weird! Like they weren't father and son, but siblings of the same age. Speaking of ages…

-Just how old…? -Gilbert thought out loud. Erik tilted his head.

-Thirty-seven, just in case you were wondering. -Erik replied and sweat dropped. Gilbert blushed.

-Sorry. -He apologized.

-It's okay.- Erik smiled.

-Can we just go home now? Papa I'm freezing! -Natasha yelled and sneezed. Katyusha nodded, agreeing with her little sister.

-Da, sorry. -Erik smiled apologetically as he kept the suitcases inside the van's trunk. After he was done, everyone got inside the van, and headed towards the house. In the way, Ivan showed Gilbert the streets and all must-sees Moscow had to offer through the window, explaining the history of each one. Gilbert smiled and nodded, but in truth he was thinking. "Didn't my vati mention a crush he had in high school whose name was Erik? And also… Ivan's papa is 37 as my vati… Could it be that…? Nein. It has to be a coincidence! Why am I thinking of this now? I'm in Russia for heaven's sake! I must enjoy my time here instead of worrying my awesome head with all that crap!".

Ivan was explaining the history of the St. Basil's Cathedral, just when Gilbert decided it was time for some silence, so he kissed the young Russian tenderly. And then everything turned silent, except the muffled moans that came from the couple's mouths. Erik heard the moans and frowned. He parked the car and turned to Gilbert and Ivan. He took a random frozen bottle of apple juice that was inside the glove compartment and threw it directly to Gilbert's head.

-Pull apart you two! Jesus! -Erik sighed when they both did as he said and started the car again.

-Owie… -Gilbert rubbed his head where the bottle had hit him. Ivan sweatdropped.

-He's overprotective…that's all.- He said and smiled apologetically at Gilbert.

-His overprotectiveness hurts. -Gilbert whined and added inside his poor hurt awesome head "But that doesn't matter as long as I'm with you."

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