Merry Christmas!
A GW fanfic starring the Gundam boys
Disclaimer and whatnot:
I don't own any of the Gundam characters. They are all the respective property of their rightful owners. That having been said, don't sue me! I'm so broke it wouldn't be worth the lawyer's fees!
A.C. 185--
Duo, who looked like a mass of hair with blue pajamas, rolled out of his bed. Suddenly, his head snapped up. Tangled in the sheets, he shot out of bed, tripping a few times, and tore into his living room. Jumping in vain, his cute little arms couldn't quite reach the stocking. Sparing no time, he dragged in a chair that was at least twice his size and climbed onto it. He snatched the stocking and stumbled off of the chair. He fought victoriously with his stocking and popped a multitude of candies into his mouth. Feeling a great deal happier, he rolled under the Christmas tree to see what else he could find. His excitement was soon replaced by happiness.
Lazily but sweetly, Quatre sat up and yawned. He stretched and crawled out of bed, then quietly opened his door. He snuck into his father's room and leaned over the side of the bed.
"Father!" He whispered.
"Wake up, it's Christmas!"
Soon after, he had awoken all of his sisters and the whole family crowded around a large tree to unstuff their stockings and open their presents. Quatre, all rosy-cheeked, looked adorable in his polkadot pajamas. He quietly sipped his cocoa, waiting for the eldest sister to pass out all the presents.
Heero woke up and made his bed. Happily, he skipped down the hall and into the living room. He unhung his stocking delicately, stuffing his face with sweets. He grinned happily and squirmed with excitement in his little green pajamas, waiting for the other inhabitants of the house to awake. After a few minutes, he gave up and tore savagely into the shiny gold and green packages that lined the floor beneath the tree. Grinning, instantly, he dove into the torn wrapping paper to claim his prizes. Triumphantly, he arose form the wasteland of paper and ribbons that was once an organized room, and held up his new treasure. An un-nuked teddy bear.
Awakening solemnly, Trowa found that he was being poked. Tiredly, he blinked up at Cathrine's smiling face.
"Trowa, it's Christmas!"
Trowa sat up and slid out of bed. She took his hand and led him to the presents, while he rubbed his eyes sleepily. From under the tree, he spotted a whimpering, squirming, yellow ball of fur. The puppy raced towards him and knocked him over onto the soft carpet, licking him hastily. Trowa looked at his new puppy, happy tears welling up in his eyes. The puppy had unusual green eyes, much like his, and one ear covered its eye. Trowa giggled and pulled his hair over his face, obscuring one of his eyes in an imitation of the little dog.
In a small house somewhere, an alarm went off. A small hand shot up and smacked it with great force. Wufei popped his head up and jumped out of bed with little effort. With great ease, he moved like a cat down his hallway, gaining speed with each step. Sliding into a well-decorated room, he skidded to a halt, nearly tripping on his too large camouflage pajamas, in front of a six and a half-foot tree. His face lit up and his eyes grew wide with wonder. He soon indulged himself in tearing the beautiful wrapping paper to shreds. He was soon full of candy, and lying fat and happy on his rug, engaging plastic green army men in combat.
Owari
A GW fanfic starring the Gundam boys
Disclaimer and whatnot:
I don't own any of the Gundam characters. They are all the respective property of their rightful owners. That having been said, don't sue me! I'm so broke it wouldn't be worth the lawyer's fees!
A.C. 185--
Duo, who looked like a mass of hair with blue pajamas, rolled out of his bed. Suddenly, his head snapped up. Tangled in the sheets, he shot out of bed, tripping a few times, and tore into his living room. Jumping in vain, his cute little arms couldn't quite reach the stocking. Sparing no time, he dragged in a chair that was at least twice his size and climbed onto it. He snatched the stocking and stumbled off of the chair. He fought victoriously with his stocking and popped a multitude of candies into his mouth. Feeling a great deal happier, he rolled under the Christmas tree to see what else he could find. His excitement was soon replaced by happiness.
Lazily but sweetly, Quatre sat up and yawned. He stretched and crawled out of bed, then quietly opened his door. He snuck into his father's room and leaned over the side of the bed.
"Father!" He whispered.
"Wake up, it's Christmas!"
Soon after, he had awoken all of his sisters and the whole family crowded around a large tree to unstuff their stockings and open their presents. Quatre, all rosy-cheeked, looked adorable in his polkadot pajamas. He quietly sipped his cocoa, waiting for the eldest sister to pass out all the presents.
Heero woke up and made his bed. Happily, he skipped down the hall and into the living room. He unhung his stocking delicately, stuffing his face with sweets. He grinned happily and squirmed with excitement in his little green pajamas, waiting for the other inhabitants of the house to awake. After a few minutes, he gave up and tore savagely into the shiny gold and green packages that lined the floor beneath the tree. Grinning, instantly, he dove into the torn wrapping paper to claim his prizes. Triumphantly, he arose form the wasteland of paper and ribbons that was once an organized room, and held up his new treasure. An un-nuked teddy bear.
Awakening solemnly, Trowa found that he was being poked. Tiredly, he blinked up at Cathrine's smiling face.
"Trowa, it's Christmas!"
Trowa sat up and slid out of bed. She took his hand and led him to the presents, while he rubbed his eyes sleepily. From under the tree, he spotted a whimpering, squirming, yellow ball of fur. The puppy raced towards him and knocked him over onto the soft carpet, licking him hastily. Trowa looked at his new puppy, happy tears welling up in his eyes. The puppy had unusual green eyes, much like his, and one ear covered its eye. Trowa giggled and pulled his hair over his face, obscuring one of his eyes in an imitation of the little dog.
In a small house somewhere, an alarm went off. A small hand shot up and smacked it with great force. Wufei popped his head up and jumped out of bed with little effort. With great ease, he moved like a cat down his hallway, gaining speed with each step. Sliding into a well-decorated room, he skidded to a halt, nearly tripping on his too large camouflage pajamas, in front of a six and a half-foot tree. His face lit up and his eyes grew wide with wonder. He soon indulged himself in tearing the beautiful wrapping paper to shreds. He was soon full of candy, and lying fat and happy on his rug, engaging plastic green army men in combat.
Owari