Here we are for our second Christmas themed OS!

This one was written in a hurry at 1 in the morning on Christmas day...

Please Come Home For Christmas is a song by The Eagles.

Enjoy!

Please Come Home For Christmas

Well. Working on Christmas Eve sucked. Not that Gilbert would have wanted to spend the night at the everlasting and traditional family dinner (family meaning obscure relatives he had never heard of or forgotten about in the past year). He was a cop. And as awesome as his superhero-like daily life could feel, it still sucked when it ruined amazing plans he had made with his boyfriend for the day.

Instead of romantic dinner with candles, Champagne and cuddles -none of them was cheesy, but, you know... Christmas and all- he had lost count of drunk people he caught driving. The night was freezing cold and he was so tired... Gilbert craved for his bed. Warm and cozy bed...

"It's over, dude. We did it!" Antonio screamed before yawning.

"What?"

"It's two o'clock! We are off duty! At last!"

"Yeah, yeah. Great. Huh, merry Christmas, Tonio."

"Merry Christmas, Gil."

When they weren't busy arresting drunk drivers, they had talked about their (ruined) Christmas plans. Antonio didn't really mind escaping a dinner with his lover's family either. He felt a bit sad, though, because Lovino was staying at his brother's place and wouldn't be there to greet him when he would return from work.

As for Roderich, Gilbert didn't have a clue. What was his boyfriend doing? When he had left, the Austrian still didn't know if he'd go to the party his best friend was throwing. Gilbert secretly hoped he didn't, as selfish as it was. He didn't feel like going home to find the place empty and cold because Roderich was having fun somewhere else.

"Thanks. I'll see you in a few days, then."

"Bye, Gil! Drive safely!"

"Of course."

oOo

It was almost three in the morning when he made it home. Gilbert felt his heart jump when he saw the light was still on in the living room. Maybe Roderich had just forgotten to shut it down when leaving... Or maybe Roderich was waiting for him, not minding the late hour.

He took off his jacket, scarf, gloves and shoes and entered the living room. He smiled at the view... Roderich had waited for him indeed, but fell asleep on the couch in the process. His head rested on his shoulder and his glasses were almost falling off his nose. He was wrapped in a blanket, an empty cup of tea was abandoned on the table and a book rested on his lap, still open. A few candles were burning all over the room while a bottle of Champagne awaited in a bucket of ice.

He walked in and the Austrian awoke.

"Gil...?"

"I'm home, honey."

What had he said about being cheesy? He wasn't, period.

He approached his lover and kneeled beside the couch, meeting the sleepy violet gaze.

"I've... Waited for you. Tried to, at least."

"I figured that much." Gilbert replied with a smile. "Thank you, Roddy."

He kissed him gently, before parting their lips and suggesting:

"Champagne?"

"Cuddles?"

He poured two glasses while Roderich made some room for him on the couch and Gilbert joined him. They sipped their Champagne in silence, enjoying the simple presence of the other and the warmth surrounding them. Gilbert rested his head on Roderich's shoulder.

"Merry Christmas, Roderich."

He fell asleep soon after, and Roderich held him tight in his arms. It was everything he could have wished for Christmas.