I'm past my own deadline, and I don't care~ I'm past my own deadline, and I don't care~ :D
Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia or the song "Twelve Days of Christmas" but it was my idea to put them together!
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Regardless of the fact that they did have a few residents who would like to have had the services of the restaurant and the bar, by a joint decision of the three bosses of Tortuga, no one was going to be working on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
The only ones who complained were Ludwig, Roderich, and those that worked in Administration—not because they had extra days off, but because of the amount of paperwork they were afraid would pile up. Gilbert quelled their possible mutinous actions of working anyway by stealing their office keys and hiding them. Only one of them even had means to enter his office after that, yet Gilbert had already strictly ordered Feliciano not to listen to Ludwig or there would be no pasta for a week.
So everything was jolly and happy.
Ludwig loosened up during the Christmas party that was being held in the Beilschmidt penthouse this year—his relaxed state due 100% to the fact his older brother was insisting he drink beer after beer after beer after beer…
It only got worse when Feliciano expressed interest in knowing which of the brothers could drink more. Ludwig wanted to impress Feliciano, and Gilbert just wanted to get his klein Bruder drunk as hell (he was more awesome then). While that contest was going on, in which a few others eventually joined in (Mathias, Lars, Noah, and to everyone's surprise—Tino and Berwald), Lovino was busy running away from Antonio, who was holding a strand of mistletoe in his hand as he jogged after his Italian. Francis was over in a corner flirting with Mei, Yao and Enlai watching angrily from a few feet away—only one even truly expressing that anger.
Matthew was actually chatting with Kiku and Yong Soo (both of whom talked more with each other than Matt, as if they kept forgetting he was there…), but the partial Canadian was also keeping an eye on Gilbert to make sure he didn't drink too much.
As Arthur observed all of this, and more, he couldn't help but affirm his opinion that he worked with a bunch of loonies.
"Come on, Artie! I know you can beat Gilbert in a drinking contest!" Oh right, how could he forget? He was dating perhaps the craziest person here.
The Brit immediately took that back as he watched Ivan run from his little sister, Natalia, who like Antonio was holding mistletoe, but unlike the Spaniard was holding a knife in her other hand.
"Lots of running being done here. Can't imagine why she's allowed to have a knife of any form."
Yes, Arthur was avoiding Alfred's proposition because no, he did not care to get completely smashed this particular Christmas Eve.
"She isn't allowed," commented Alfred offhandedly, though he was warily watching Natalia as everyone else in the room before he continued, "But that doesn't change the fact you should still join the contest. Look! Even Noah is in it!"
"Pft, Noah would've joined anyway because Lars did."
"While there is truth to that, you should still join because I think Roddy just did and you could totally beat him without blinking."
Looking over, Arthur discovered that the Austrian man had, in fact, been coerced by Gilbert into joining (something about German pride and the good ol'days?) and despite himself, Arthur began to want to join.
He glanced once at Elizaveta, who was watching Roderich and Gilbert closely, and then at Alfred, who had a hopeful smile on his face, before he blushed a little and muttered, "'Suppose it's worth a shot…" as he walked towards the contest.
-Day Eleven Continued-
Several hours later as Alfred gave him a piggyback ride to the latter's apartment, Arthur decided that he should give up drinking, and told Alfred as much.
"Haha, you probably should, yeah, but that is the fifth time you've told me that since we've left Gilbert's. Maybe you should make it your New Year's Resolution?"
"I might…but it's true. I swear." He hiccupped a little, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder as he smiled goofily, "I did bloody fantastic though in that contest."
"Yes you did, until Braginski showed up after he somehow ditched his crazy-ass sister."
"PEH. Stupid blighter cheated. He was just drinking water."
"...He sure was drinking water—alcoholic water, lesser known as vodka."
"Doesn't matter, blighter was still…cheating. He kept drinking Gilbert's drinks after Matthew dragged the idiot away after he passed out."
At this point, Alfred decided to give up attempting to reason with the incredibly hammered Londoner. It was just pointless.
"Fine, yeah, Braginksi cheated."
"Damn bloody hell he did."
"But I guess you're too drunk to open one present tonight, huh? We can just save it for tomorrow."
There was a pause before Arthur asked, "…present?"
Grinning because his bait had been taken so easily, Alfred replied, "Yeah, it's a tradition for my family to open one present Christmas Eve, but seeing as you're so drunk…"
"N-No, I still want it!"
"Are you sure? Because it can wait until tomorrow…"
"Alfie~! I want it tonight~!"
Positive that a majority of the people who heard that would take it in a sexual way, Alfred unlocked his door with a giant grin, "Okay, okay, you can still have it tonight."
"Good, 'cause I…I want it soooooo hard."
The Brit frowned a little at his word choice, but merely shrugged as Alfred set him down on the bed.
"Stay here, and I'll be right back with your present," commanded Alfred, his tone representing a teacher's, but Arthur might as well have a child's mental capacity at the moment.
The Englishman managed to nod, exaggeratedly so, and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his feet as he nodded his head to an imaginary tune.
Alfred took a moment to take a picture with his phone and to simply absorb the cuteness before disappearing into his closet to change.
When he emerged, all he was wearing was a pair of red boxers that had a strand of mistletoe printed right on the crotch.
Truthfully, Alfred didn't expect the drunk man to understand right away (considering his confusion of water with vodka), so he was delighted when a smirk came across Arthur's face, his eyes obscenely fixated on the American's groin.
"I say, Mr. Jones, I do not like the placing of your mistletoe." He gave a coy grin at Alfred. "I would much rather see it residing on the floor."
"Oh really? Says the one who is still fully clothed." Alfred walked closer to the bed.
"Help me then, and I'll help you." Arthur scooted further onto the bed.
"Sounds like a plan." Having reached the bed, Alfred leaned in towards Arthur.
"A bloody brilliant one." Closing the gap, Arthur kissed Alfred, hands holding onto his shoulders.
They broke away, prematurely in Arthur's opinion, and Alfred inquired, "You won't get pissed about having drunk sex in the morning, will you?"
With a roll of his eyes, the Londoner answered, "I'm pissed every time we have sex, Alfred. It's never stopped you before. It only matters that if we have drunk sex, then we have it again as soon as possible sober."
"That, I can live with."
"Bloody better, so let's get bleeding started, yeah?" growled Arthur, the alcohol making him only slightly more impatient.
"Aye, aye, Captain~," replied Alfred, a definite smirk on his face.
Believe Alfred when he says that mistletoe boxers are always a good idea.
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A/N: Yeah, it's now officially February, but whatever. Here's hoping I'll get it done before the SuperBowl cuz I'm totally watching it just for the commercials and Glee. I'm just too American for you people to handle. Anyway, two more chapters of this and it's done. There are going to be two one-shots that will come after this involving this time abouts. (One is a random day in between Dec. 26 and Dec. 30, the other is New Year's Eve.) Both of these one-shots will have USUK and PruCan, one more than the other in one of them, but beh. You shan't know until they are released. I think I may couple them together just to make it easier on you guys.
Oh, and Arthur's siblings will also be in those as well, sort of.
And for people who don't know/forgot:
Noah- OC Luxembourg
Lars- OC Netherlands
Mei - Taiwan
Mathias- Denmark
Enlai- Hong Kong
If I forgot any, just review and ask, and I shall tell you~ :)
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TRANSLATIONS:
klein Bruder (German) - small/little brother
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So yeah, review because it's almost done, and because it's almost SuperBowl! Yay for Americans sitting around and doing nothing except eating and maybe getting up to go to the bathroom! Geez, I don't understand why so many countries have it aired on their stations. It's a stupid sport. I'd much rather watch football according to every other country on the planet. American football escapes me. I suppose I'm not truly American. /sadface? (haha oh wait, that's baseball, which is okay, better than American football.)
/end tangent
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