AN: Merry Christmas everyone!

I wanted to write something to celebrate so here it is, some Portugal x England fluff in Christmas's eve. Hm... I changed the rate to T because of this chapter but it's just to be sure, it's nothing too explicit. I hope no one will mind that, sorry ^^'

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you'll like it too ^^


A warm Christmas...

(Portugal x England)

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Arthur was pulled from his thoughts when a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist tightly, which drew a small gasp from him after he almost let the red bauble he was holding slip from his hands. A thick eyebrow was raised as Arthur turned his head and peeked over his own shoulder just to see a mop of brown hair nestled against his lower back.

"You scared me, git..." he said with mild annoyance, shifting his weight over the ladder not to loose his balance as the grip around his body loosened ever so slightly.

Afonso chuckled with amusement and looked up to find a pair of bright green eyes staring back at him, "Not sorry," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against Arthur's green sweater as he spoke, "I made hot chocolate, do you want some?"

Arthur rolled his eyes playfully when he felt the warm friction against his back and moved a hand backwards to pat the top of Afonso's head, "Yes... but help me here first, I'm almost finishing." The Briton looked forward again, pointing at a small cardboard box where he had put the bright golden star that should go on top of the tree.

Afonso nodded and walked toward it, picking the delicate ornament before handing it to his lover, "Here," he said, watching with confusion when Arthur kept staring at the star with a pensive expression, "What's wrong, amor?"

Arthur looked up at the sound of the Portuguese word, can't helping but smiling whenever Afonso called him 'love'. He shook his head to show that he was alright and picked the star carefully, "We can... you know... do it together..."

"Are you sure? It's your tree..." Afonso asked with a raised eyebrow, chuckling when he felt a soft slap on his shoulder. He knew Arthur would do that, he just wanted to hear the words coming from his mouth once again.

"Shut up, Port... the tree is ours and you know that."

"Of course I know," Afonso smiled as he climbed on the ladder's first two steps to be nearer the top of the tree, "Just wanted to hear you saying it again... it makes me quite happy," he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss on Arthur's nape as he held the Briton's hand and lifted his arm.

"Idiot," Arthur mumbled under his breath, completely ignoring the warmth rising to his pale cheeks when he let the Portuguese lift his hand.

Afonso let out a quiet chuckle when he saw Arthur's face turning away from him and quickly stole a kiss from his lips before the Briton could turn completely, "I love you too..." he whispered, letting his thumb brush over the back of Arthur's hand as they put the golden star on the top of the Christmas tree.

"I'll pick the chocolate..." Afonso whispered with a chuckle when he realized that Arthur's face was turning red, "I'm feeling cheesy today," he said, jumping to the ground before walking toward the kitchen door.

"Nothing new," Arthur chuckled, running a hand over his face as he jumped off the ladder, "I'll wait here," the Briton smiled and walked toward the fireplace, watching with the corner of his eyes until Afonso disappeared from his sight.

The Briton shook his head when he realized that his lips were curved into a silly smile and leaned down to light the fire, gazing at the flames when he was caught in his own thoughts. He had to admit that he was feeling lucky that year, getting to spend the holidays with Afonso instead of being alone with his cat and cup of tea. He always could chose go to Alfred's parties and spend time with everyone, but the loud music and rooms full of people weren't really his idea of fun. He enjoyed the calmness of his warm fireplace and the peace of a nice book... and he was starting to believe that he was going to have more things to enjoy that year...

"Arthur...?"

Arthur jumped in startle when he heard a whisper right against his ear and moved to the side quickly, nearly bumping his head against the wall as he turned to look at Afonso, "What is your problem today? Always sneaking on me when I'm not paying attention."

"I think you are the one being more pensive today," Afonso chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of Arthur's head, always enjoying how the other would blush due small and affectionate gestures, "I brought some chocolate for you as well," he said, showing the two mugs he was holding before placing them on the ground near them.

"Thank you..."

Arthur looked up at the Portuguese and moved to pick some of the cushions, dropping them over the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. He let out a quiet chuckle at that, never having imagined that he would be sitting in front of a fireplace with someone else to enjoy a hot mug of chocolate in a winter night. Were the fairies playing a trick on him...? Because he would get really mad if that was the case.

Afonso sighed pleased as he let his back sink into the fluffy cushions, chuckling as he held the back of Arthur's sweater and tried to pull him closer, "The winter is really cold at your place," he whispered, not sure if Arthur would realize that he was just giving a poor excuse to cuddle with him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow when he felt the tug on the back of his sweater and leaned against the cushions too, "And of course you don't have a hidden meaning behind that..."

The Portuguese just quirked the corner of his lips into an innocent smile and shook his head, chuckling when he felt a hand over his face trying to push him backwards. He laughed and leaned forward blindly, totally ignoring the hand covering his sight as he started tickling Arthur's belly.

"S-Stop...! D-Don't..." Arthur mumbled between quiet laughs when he felt Afonso's fingertips touching his belly from over his wool sweater, kicking the air as he tried to break free from him when he fell back onto the ground.

Afonso smiled amused and stopped moving his fingers, resting an arm over the rug as he leaned over the flushed Englishman that was still trying to catch his breath, "You should laugh more often, Arthur... you look beautiful..." he whispered, brushing a strand of golden hair from Arthur's forehead when their eyes met again.

"I think... you need glasses... Port..."Arthur whispered between short breathes as he tried to recover from the tickling session. He bit softly on his bottom lip and looked down when warm fingertips crept under his sweater, holding his breath when the simple touch sent a shiver down his spine.

"I don't think so..." Afonso smiled softly as he let his hand slip under the warm cloth and raised his gaze once again to watch the other's reaction. He widened his eyes in surprise when his head was pulled down by his hair, not having to wait much until a pair of warm lips seized his own for a warm, sweet kiss, which soon turned more passionate when the Portuguese responded in his own way.

Arthur sighed into the kiss and tangled his fingers into Afonso's brown hair, urging him closer, trying to feel more of him. He wanted that man so much... he wanted him in that cold winter night, when he was craving from that gentle touch, and he had wanted him for as long as he could remember in their tangled and complicated history together. Centuries had passed and he still felt that same attraction for the Portuguese.

"Arthur..." Afonso whispered, breathing against Arthur's skin as his lips lingered over its pale complexion, kissing and nipping at the smaller's neck when he felt a hand grasping the back of his own sweater tightly.

Arthur closed his eyes and arched his back as his fingers started working their way under Afonso's shirt, letting out a startled gasp when a loud song started playing near them. The Portuguese blinked in confusion and looked down at his lover, just now realizing that Arthur's phone was vibrating inside his pocket.

"S-Sorry..." Arthur mumbled as he tried to ignore the song, sighing in frustration when it turned too loud to his own liking.

"D-Don't worry..." Afonso pulled away slightly and ran a hand through his now messy hair, cursing his own lack of luck when he saw Arthur staring at the screen of his phone with an unreadable expression, "Who is it...?"

"Alfred... he wished Merry Christmas and said that Matthew is saying hi too... and that we shouldn't get too wasted tonight because he's coming to visit tomorrow," Arthur said, rolling his eyes as he stared at the screen to read the message, "That bloody git..."

The Portuguese chuckled and picked Arthur's phone, placing it over the couch before gazing down at the Englishman lying under him to brush their lips together sweetly, "Now where did we stop...?"

"You tell me, love..." Arthur whispered, his lips slowly curving into a discreet smirk when he wrapped both arms around Afonso's neck and pulled him down once again.

Afonso smiled warmly and placed both hands on the ground for support when he felt those soft lips running over the side of his neck, opening an eye when he heard a soft meow right beside him. "Arthur... your cat..."

Arthur blinked in confusion and ignored the words unconsciously, being too busy kissing his lover's neck to pay attention, "W-What about my cat...?"

"She's staring..."

The Briton sighed and pulled away slowly, massaging the bridge of his nose to keep his cool before turning his head to look at the white and orange Scottish fold. He watched as the cat tilted his head and stared at them with curiosity, meowing as she moved closer and started playing with a strand of Afonso's hair.

"She likes you..." Arthur chuckled, moving a bit so he could pick the cat and pull her away from the Portuguese's hair, "Dear... I already put your milk in the kitchen... go there drink it..." he said, petting her head softly before pointing toward the door.

Afonso watched with amusement as the cat meowed again and started rubbing her head against Arthur's chest to ask for attention, "I don't think she wants food now," he said, lifting a hand to caress the spot behind the cat's ear.

"I'm sorry..." Arthur whispered in an apologetic tone when he realized that the cat wouldn't leave them alone that night.

"It's alright..." Afonso smiled reassuringly and wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist, pulling him down as he laid on the ground, "We can't leave her alone now."

Arthur gazed at his lover and turned on his side to snuggle closer to him, chuckling when he saw the fluffy cat making herself comfortable over Afonso's chest and curling into a small ball, "She really likes you..."

"And I really like her and her owner..." Afonso smiled playfully and tightened his arm around Arthur's waist to pulled him closer, chuckling when he saw the Englishman's cheeks being covered by a soft shade of red.

"Oh shut up..."

Arthur chuckled embarrassed and hid his face against Afonso's chest, throwing an arm around his lover's torso while snuggling closer to him, "Merry Christmas, Port..." he whispered, smiling against the fabric of the Portuguese's sweater as he closed his eyes, not being able to ignore that warm feeling of happiness inside him. Now that was a nice and warm way to celebrate Christmas...

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Before I forget, next chapter probably will be England x fem!Portugal. I'm also thinking about a small sequel for chapter 3, and thank you for the reviews guys :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter ^^