I decided to be nice since the first chapter sucked. So here's another one. I was actually planning to get this out on Christmas, but we didn't have wifi until like a week afterwards. So here's a very late, corny Christmas gift. I suck at comedy.

Summary: Nothing was better than a Christmas with Kanda; but Allen was probably the only one who thought so.

Rating: T+ for a nice little make-out session. WOO.

P.S. I support the Allen-always-has-a-British-accent and so whenever I write him I imagine him having it. That's why I will write "arse" instead of "ass" or something... British-y.

Ficlet #2

Not-So-Silent Night

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There was nothing better than Christmas with Kanda. They sat together by the fire and Allen drank hot chocolate while Kanda drank tea and they enjoyed the blissful silence. Allen was secretly thankful that they stayed silent; there was no arguing and bickering and they enjoyed each other's presence. Peacefully.

Allen snuggled closer to Kanda, who grunted and grudgingly put his arm around the boy. The fire crackled and snapped, and the Christmas tree glistened in the glow of the embers.

"Isn't this so… wonderful?" Allen murmured, slowly ripping his gaze from the flames dancing in the fireplace to look over at Kanda, who stopped reading only to glance at Allen out of the corner of his eyes and grunt. Allen pouted, but Kanda, who had gone back to reading, didn't notice.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Allen repeated a little louder, his happiness disgustingly sugar-coated. The smile on his lips twitched in irritation.

Kanda sighed and closed the book, though he kept his finger tucked between the pages so he wouldn't lose his place. "Yes, beansprout, this is fucking great. It would be better if you could just shut up for a minute so I won't chop your head off on Christmas Eve." Kanda raised one eyebrow at Allen, who had gone back to pouting. "You know Tiedoll would have my head if I chopped yours off, anyway." But then again, Kanda could always run away to another country…

While the older male was wondering whether it really was a good idea to behead Allen, the latter narrowed his eyes and stood up. If Kanda was going to be a jerk, he would play along, too; so Allen turned his nose up and walked off into the kitchen.

"Where there hell are you going?"

"What the fuck? You were the one who tried to get my attention in the first place, and now you're just gonna ignore me like some PMS-ing girl?"

"Motherfucker."

Allen couldn't help but snicker, because at this rate, Kanda was just talking to himself. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at him, before grabbing another packet of hot chocolate and dumping it in a cup. After putting the teapot, now full of water, back onto the stove, he went back into the living room to find Kanda reading his book again.

The boy frowned and sat next to Kanda, but this time, he paid no attention to him, even after he called his name. "Arse," Allen muttered, and poked the Japanese in the cheek lightly. No response. He did it again, but harder, and he felt Kanda's jaw clench.

"What?"

"Don't ignore me, it's Christmas Eve!"

"You were doing it first."

"That's because you're a jerk."

Sometimes, neither of them understood why they were dating. But Allen, who was no officially ticked off, pushed himself onto his hands and knees quickly and leaned forward, brushing his lips against Kanda's. As he was about to pull away, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and push him closer, harder against the other's lips, and he couldn't help the small squeak that escaped him – he'd always been ticklish, and this time wasn't an exception.

Allen tilted his head back to deepen the kiss, and the friction against his lips made him feel warmer than the fire beside him ever could. The boy opened his mouth willingly, and their tongues collided in a burst of cocoa and chai tea. He pulled back for just a moment, just to stare into Kanda's eyes because whenever they were like this – close, intimate, together – there was something blazing in those eyes that enraptured him. He traced every sharp, beautiful feature on his face, before crashing his lips against the man's again.

Something in his chest clenched, and suddenly Allen wanted to smile the biggest smile and never stop kissing Kanda. He wrapped his arms around the Japanese's neck and balanced on his knees, and closed his eyes. Nothing would ever make him want to let go.

A shrill noise broke through his dulled senses, and Allen's eyes opened wide. He broke the kiss and ran into the kitchen, leaving Kanda staring at him with reddened cheeks and a scowl.

"My hot chocolate!"

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