Hello everyone! It's almost Christmas yaaaaaay!

Oh, and I forgot to mention, Jao is Portugal. I spelt his name wrong it's Joao not Jao. (face-palm.) So, sorry for any confusion.

Merry Christmas and Enjoy~

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"Mmhm, so Yao really fucked up big time, huh? Do you want me to-" asked Joao menacingly.

"No" said Arthur firmly.

The Portuguese man was sat on the couch, with Arthur's head in his lap. He loved messing with Arthur's blonde hair, they really were night and day. Joao was adventurous and social and Arthur was reserved and intelligent. Not that Joao wasn't intelligent, it's just that Arthur is known for it. They did have a lot of things in common like the fact they are both gentleman and ridiculously loyal.

However, Joao's loyalty belonged solely to Arthur and the same vice verser. It made Joao proud Arthur considered him to be good enough to be called his best friend. To Francis and Antonio he was also the "cockblocking king" or "guard dog" but Joao merely decided idiots like them weren't worth Arthur's time, not even worth a rejection.

Arthur pinched his leg an Joao realised he had been pulling on his hair too hard.

"S-sorry!" said Joao mortified. Arthur merely shrugged.

"Not a problem, what were you thinking about that was irksome enough that you would ignore even me?" asked Arthur arching an eyebrow elegantly.

To anyone else he would have looked annoyed but Joao knew better; to him, Arthur was an open book. He was amused and slightly curious but not annoyed. It always seemed like nothing Joao could do would make him loose his composure.

"It was those idiots wasn't it?" sighed Arthur, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"...Yeah. They have no right to steal you from me, I was here first. They'll just have to suck it up and deal with it and if they don't... Well, then a lesson is due" said Joao rather sinisterly.

"Sorry" mumbled Arthur, averting his eyes to a chip in the paintwork of the white ceiling.

"Don't be! NEVER bow your head, it doesn't suit you at all. Stand tall and proud, Arthur darling and I'll keep all those nasty suitors away from my Prince" sniggered Joao and Arthur wacked him lightly.

"You sound like Hong Kong" snorted Arthur. Joao blinked in surprise.

"You know about his little..."

"Obsession with me? Yes I do. I'm oblivious, not stupid" he replied dryly.

"Ah I didn't mean-"

"I know" said Arthur with a warm smile.

Green hadn't left green for almost the entire duration of the conversation, minus Arthur's moment of shyness. They were focused solely on each other, almost as if no one else existed.

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France was watching furiously from the room across from Arthur's with a pair of binoculars.

" Stupid Joao, he has mon petite Lapin! England is MY rabbit!" he whined.

"Err" Antonio said. He knew his brother was no threat to his chances.

"What's got you all riled up then?"

"Look for yourself" replied Francis sulkily.

Antonio shrugged, taking the binoculars and peering through them. Then, he threw them against the wall in a fit of rage.

"Que hijo de puta hermano mío! Él pagará por esto!" he spat, grabbing his jacket and slipping on his shoes before rushing to the door.

(That bastard brother of mine! He will pay for this!)

"Antoine? Where are you going?"

"To put a stop to this! Arthur is mine!" he hissed.

The door slammed shut behind him and Francis scooped up the binoculars again, peering at his beloved.

"...Oh dear. Looks like I'll have to call Lovino for damage control- wait a minute... Oh mios dios! Lovino's at the door NOW!" panicked Francis.

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"Lovino! What are you doing here?" asked Arthur curiously.

Lovino was a nervous wreck, cheeks flushed crimson and hands shaking. He almost couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Arthur I was just wondering i-if you would like to g-go out with me" spluttered Lovino shyly.

"Sure, when?" asked Arthur and Joao sniggered in the background.

Lovino beamed brilliantly, then realised he hadn't made himself clear enough.

"...You know I mean go out, as in date right?" asked Lovino pleadingly, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh"

"Yeah oh, you oblivious bastard" snorted Lovino and it was Arthur's turn to blush. Lovino was a very attractive guy and he had been gay for as long as he could remember. It was hard not to be pleased in this situation.

Arthur was so cute! He wore a white long sleeved button down shirt and a pair of blue jogging pants, seeing Arthur in causal clothes was a turn on but if he got his own way, Arthur would just be wearing the shirt. Mmmm Arthur on the bed, moaning his name... No, focus. To get to that point Arthur had to agree.

Lovino was holding his breath, it looked as if Arthur was going to say-

"Lovino!" came a startled voice.

"Antonio" growled Lovino, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

Joao grabbed Arthur by the collar and yanked him inside, slamming the door behind him and the two outside sweatdropped.

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"You dick! You just cockblocked me!" screeched Lovino, lashing out.

"Actually I was coming over to cockblock Joao"

"Don't be an idiot"

"He had Arthur's head in his lap and he was running his fingers through Arthur's silky blonde hair!"

"That BASTARD!"

"Brother dearest needs to learn that Arthur isn't his~"

"Cheh, for once I agree..."

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"You saved me" sighed Arthur in relief.

"Yup, I'm an awesome bestie. Let's watch some Sherlock and ignore the idiots outside, shall we?"

"We shall!"

...Arthur was hooked at Sherlock.

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Felik's lips curled into a smile and Lithuania sighed.

"What are you scheming now" he asked dissaprovingly.

"Oh~ Just how to get Arthur~" giggled Feliks.

"...Do I even want to know?"

"Nope~"

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