Eh... an epilogue of sorts? But I was reading the reviews you wonderful people wrote me and I figured I'd write a little something to add on to this. Because my idea was just so funny. D

-Epilouge-

A smal scratching sound filled the dim living room. Alfred was sitting at the desk in the corner of the room with a single lamp, writing what appeared to be a letter. His arm and body covered most of the words, as he was leaning over the paper in deep concentration, but the few words at the top and the date were visible. It was December twenty sixth, just after Christmas Day.

He bit his tongue, deep in thought, before grinning and scribbling down another sentence or so.

The American finished a few minutes later and stood up, folding the paper in half and crossing the living room to the stairs. "Artie?" he called.

"What is it?" Came the response from upstairs bedroom.

"Eh- never mind."

Before the Briton could question him Alfred dashed away from the stairs and into the back room. He pulled open one of the many chest drawers and rummaged through it. Frowning when he didn't find what he was searching for, the superpower closed it hastily and pulled another one open. After a few more tries he finally wrapped his hand around a lightweight box and pulled it out. A box of one hundred envelopes. Grinning triumphantly, he pulled one out and tucked the little box back away in its drawer.

The idea came to him two nights ago on Christman Eve after he'd gotten done assuring Arthur that he wouldn't kill Francis for stealing him and tying him up. Instead, he thought, I'll send him a thank you note. And that's just what he was doing at the moment. I mean, he could tell the frenchman had put a lot of effort into the gift. It was by far Alfred's favorite. He'd made sure to put that in the note as well.

The American sealed the note inside the envelope and addressed it accordingly- it took a few minutes because he was all the way in Paris. Eh. Oh well. It was worth the extra money for the postage too. The smirk never left the American's face as he located his bomber jacket and tugged it on. "Arthur I'm going out! Be back in a few minutes!"

The Briton stalked out of the kitchen, cradling a cup of tea in his hands as he quirked an eyebrow at Alfred. "And where are you going?'

The American could see no reason to lie. It was an innocent errand, really. Well, it was if he didn't get too specific. "Just to the post office- I gotta pop something in the mail before the New Year." And he did, because getting a thank you note for something you did during Christmas after the New Year was a bit late. A bit.

Arthur opened his mouth to ask the American why, but then decided against doing so, taking a sip of his Earl Gray instead. It would just make his headache worse. "Right. Be back soon."

Alfred winked. "See ya in a few!" "Thank God, that was too easy..."

The Englishman had just gotten out of the shower and was pulling on a nightshirt when he heard the front door open. Finishing with the buttons, Arthur descended the stairs and met Alfred in the hallway as the younger man shrugged his infamous jacket off. A shower always relaxed him and left him in a good mood. "Hello, poppet."

Alfred smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey- mmmm, you smell good."

Arthur rolled his eyes and began to loosen the American's tie. "I was just in the shower, you git."

"Oh, that explains everything." Alfred followed him into the living room with a content expression and removed his tie completely, letting Arthur lead him to the couch. He leaned his head on the island's shoulder.

"Alfred- do you have plans for New Year's Eve?"

"Only if you'll be here."

Arthur smiled, taking a seat on his lap and running his fingers in slow, absentminded little circles over Alfred's chest. "I'd love to be here. But you have to come to England for Saint Valentine's Day."

"Deal." The larger nation tilted his own head up and kissed Arthur gently.

After a few seconds Arthur felt his head beginning to throb again and he pulled away, resting it against Alfred's forehead. "Do you happen to have any asprin? My head is killing me."

First a kiss. Then Advil. Alfred reached up and placed a soft kiss on Arthur's forehead. "Sure."

It was a week later when Alfred's house phone rang. Said man was asleep, and you know as well as I that a truck could crash into the house and this man would not react. Slept like rock, that one. Arthur was left to answer it.

"Hello? This is Arthur, who's calling?"

The voice on the other end was the one he wanted to hear the least at the moment. "Bonjour, mon ami! How was your Christmas? I did not see you at the party."

Arthur scowled but then immediately turned a light pink, remembering exactly how his Christmas, specifically his Christmas Eve had been spent. "F-Fine, thank you. Why are you calling Alfred?"

He could hear the smirk in Francis' voice when he replied. "Oh, I just wanted to tell him I had a good laugh at the letter he mailed about a week ago thanking me for my gift."

Arthur's eyebrows shot into his hairline. Why would Alfred send him a...? Oh. That's why he'd gone to the post office last week. But why had the American been so vague about it? Wait a minute. Was Alfred thanking him for...? OH no. "I'm afraid he's busy at the moment. He'll have to call you back later today." Or tomorrow. Arthur dug his finger into the "End" button harshly and threw the cordless on the couch. He turned on his heel and ascended the stairs, quickly making it to Alfred's open bedroom door.

He peered inside to see the American sleeping. He snored lightly as Arthur stepped into the room without needing to move the door and crossed it to the bed. The Englishman glared down at Alfred before grabbing one of his shoulders and shaking him none too gently. "Wake up, twat."

"Wha-?" Alfred slurred as he was jerked roughly into consciousness.

Arthur leaned down a bit and folded his arms. "You're absolutely despicable."

Alfred's eyebrows knitted in confusion. What could he have done wrong? He'd been sleeping!

The Briton seemed to read his mind, because he said, "You sent Francis a bloody thank you for tying me up and making me your Christmas gift?"

Alfred's eyes lightened in realization and he back up a bit. "O-Oh yeah... I kinda did... my bad."

The island seethed. "Why?"

Why? Why not? It was so damn hilarious! But Alfred felt that if he said anything that even remotely related to that reason, he'd probably be sleeping on the couch and/or floor that night. In his own house. Nah, probably for a week. Minimum. "B-Because... u-uh..." Alfred stuttered and tried his best grin, but it only came out looking sheepish. "Sorry. That was a bit uncalled for."

"A bit?"

Alfred pouted. Don't make me sleep on the floor! "W-Well... a lot a bit..."

"A lot a bit what?"

"Uncalled for..." Please!

Arthur suddenly smiled. "Thank you."

Evidently, Alfred was even more confused now.

The Englishman rolled his deep green eyes. "I forgive you, wanker."

The superpower's face lit up with a convivial smile. "Really? So you won't make me sleep on the couch tonight?"

"No, you silly thing." Arthur grinned and climbed into bed next to the other nation. "I need something to keep me warm, don't I darling?"

I love British pet names. They're so cute... poppet. Teehee. 333

Alfred: Yay no couch!

Arthur: You're lucky I love you, git.