I'm back with… a Christmas Chapter! Happy Holidays everyone :) This chapter's pairing was brought to you by: CimFan. Thank you!

Summary: If he remembers correctly, mistletoes mean you kiss. Hazel/Frank.

It's funny really; with the huge sense of impending doom and all the craziness of the united camps, Hazel and Frank still managed to escape. They walked quietly through the streets of San Francisco, their eyes wandering all the cool Christmas décor.

"There isn't any snow." Frank sighed, nostalgic. Christmases in Canada were always snowy. It made it seem more… magical.

Hazel smiled, "So? Everyone's here together, you and I are still alive, and we can just forget about all the Greek and Roman insanity and just enjoy Christmas. Together." She adds, her cheeks warming at their proximity.

Their shoulders keep brushing, and Frank swears if he looks at her from this angle, he can see a million shades of brown and gold in her eyes. It's enchanting. He realizes he's been staring at her eyes for a while when she giggles, "What're you staring at, Zhang?"

He smiles sheepishly, "Nothing, I just think you're eyes are awesome."

Awesome? Seriously Frank, of all the adjectives that could describe her eyes you chose 'awesome'? Frank mentally scolds himself.

"Frank." Hazel says, gently shaking his arm, "Are you okay?"

He smiles, "Yeah, couldn't be better." He glances upward, trying to clear his mind, and notices something green. He squints at it, wondering what it's doing up on a shop's doorframe.

He's seen one of these before, and he thinks they call it the mistletoe.

His heart starts beating quickly, and his cheeks are reddening. In one quick motion, he pulls Hazel into the circle of his arms, and kisses her. She gasps, but smiles, and when he quickly pulls away, Hazel's dimples are prominent.

"What'd did you do that for?" she asks quickly, her eyes downward and a smile still on her face.

"Mistletoe?" Frank replies, sheepishly pointing upward at the green thing. Hazel grins, and then starts to laugh, pulling herself up on her tiptoes to reach Frank's height, and plants a peck on his cheek.

"Frank… that isn't a mistletoe." Hazel whispers, grinning.

Not so proud of this one. I guess I don't know enough about Frank and Hazel yet. But, I just HAD to update. I've been going so slowly lately =|

As for what the green thing was, you can decide :D It could be like, tinsel, or... a leaf?