One week had passed since Arthur had met Lovino and Antonio, and it was now time for the Brit to celebrate his very first Christmas in fifteen years, since it was time for Alfred's annual holiday party. Of course, the Englishman had worked at the office under Alfred for a few years now, but this was the very first time he felt comfortable getting to officially know everyone, and he was very excited to enjoy the holiday with his boyfriend, Francis.
Since Gilbert now worked with both Francis and Arthur, he received an invitation as well and spent hours in the bathroom, much to the annoyance of the two other gentlemen living in the apartment. "We have two bathrooms, Francis! Go use the other one!" The albino argued.
Used to his roommate's unwillingness to share, the curly – haired blond simply chuckled. "Why are you taking so long, Gilly? Hoping to impress sweet little Matthew? Don't think I don't notice the two of you together at lunch hour!"
"Shut up, you stupid frog!" The German retorted.
Arthur was very pleased that Gilbert had been picking up British insults so quickly. He smirked at his boyfriend and puffed his chest with pride. "Ah, little Gil is growing up so fast, soon he'll be joining me for tea time."
"Hush, you." Said Francis with a sad longing in his eyes.
The Brit gave his partner a kiss to make him feel better. "I hope no one else had the same idea as us." Arthur laughed as he referred to the matching red and green suits that he and Francis were wearing. The green – eyed blond wore a stylish dark green suit with a crimson tie, and Francis wore a deep red suit with a silk green tie. It may have been a tad corny, but Arthur had to admit that he was excited to celebrate his first Christmas in almost two decades, and Francis wanted everything to be perfect down to the last detail.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Gilbert announced as he finally stepped out of the bathroom.
Both Arthur and Francis exchanged looks of confusion.
"W-what is that?" Asked the Frenchman with a sigh and a palm to his face.
"I – I think it's quite… different. Yeah, that's the word!" Encouraged Arthur, knowing that Gilbert had spent hours in the bathroom trying to dress to impress.
As Gilbert stepped out, he wore a pure white tux with a shimmery silver tie. "Well? I told ya it was awesome!" He laughed.
"Let's just go." Said Francis as he shook his head with disappointment. "You know, I'm starting to feel like we're all cursed to live the rest of our lives in a sitcom. With Gilbert."
"And we all just so happen to be gay and work in the same office?" The Brit added. "I don't know a single person who would want to watch that show."
"It's a stupid idea." Agreed the Frenchman with a nod of his head.
Prussia scoffed and grabbed his Christmas present he prepared for the office Christmas party. "Please. Anyone who is anyone would watch it if I was in it. Now, let's go, ladies. We're going to be late."
By the time the trio arrived, the party was already in full swing. That is, for the employees who were already getting into the alcohol.
Alfred was on the other side of the room speaking privately to Honda, the poor American had begun to sweat so quickly when speaking to the other man.
As the manager stood there fidgeting, blushing, and attempting to finish his sentence, Honda leaned over smoothly and captured Alfred's lips into a kiss.
With a smirk to one another, Francis and Arthur thought it was the perfect time to intervene.
"Well, well," The Frenchman chuckled. "It looks like someone here is trying to catch a little action of their own, oui?"
"Hi Iggy!... Hello, Frog." Greeted Alfred with a sly smile. "Merry Christmas!" He cheered happily as he embraced his two best friends into a hug. "Francis, I will let that insult slide today, but come Monday your ass is mine again!"
"We brought the presents, where should we put them?" Asked the Brit.
"Just on that table to the side is fine for now." Alfred answered. "We're all going to open them together later on tonight, so don't get too drunk, Francy!"
Francis patted his American friend on the shoulder. "You just go back to making out with your boy toy over there." He said and winked suggestively.
"Maybe I will." Alfred answered as he licked across the top of his teeth and walked away.
The Brit laughed and shook his head. "Well, I can tell that Alfred has already started to enjoy the spirits."
"Perhaps we should, too." Added Francis and linked his arm with Arthur's.
However, Arthur shook his head. "Ah, ah. No can do, my love. I've given up alcohol as well."
The Frenchman appeared shocked for a moment but smiled fondly and nodded his head. "I'm proud of you, Arthur. I'm glad that you've been sticking with your appointments, taking your medication, and making friends with Gilbert who also has a similar history to you. I can see you being friends with him for as long as I have."
The Englishman chuckled, hoping that he would have the opportunity to make a lifelong friend, just like Francis had. "Speaking of Gilbert, let's do our job and spy on him. We've already spied on Alfred, and by the sounds of it he'll be making out with Honda all night. But I have to say, I'm pretty happy for that little arse."
Lost in thought, Arthur's head was ducked suddenly underneath the table by his French boyfriend. "Speaking of Gilbert… there he is with Matthew!" He announced with a whisper. "Let's try not to disturb. I want to see things get good between them!"
In a quiet corner of the room was a shy little Matthew and an equally shy Gilbert exchanging presents.
"Guess what it is!" Matthew encouraged, jumping up and down like an excited child.
The albino chuckled. "Considering how much I steal your pancakes, I wouldn't be surprised if you bought me my own pancake maker. And I'd love you so much I'd pour maple syrup on you and eat you up."
With a blush and a smile, Matthew gasped. "That's exactly what it is! And… I might have added a bottle of maple syrup."
"Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a couple of spies!"
The two men, now frozen in shock turn around to find their boss Alfred hovering over them with a smug smirk on his face.
"You do know what we do with spies at parties, don't cha?"
