On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
The swans circled the lake majestically as the air fogged slightly as it whispered promises of snow. Francis staggered up the frosted pathway and waved at the swans. The six that were swimming in pairs ignored him but the solitary seventh swan immediately waddled up to him and kept him company up to the front door, hissing slightly whenever he began to head towards a particularly icy patch.
It was Christmas Eve and snow was now heavily falling down covering the garden with a blanket of white. The six swans were huddled together in the custom built shed, but a tapping noise from the front door jolted Francis out of a gentle wine induced doze. The solitary swan buzzed sadly and appeared to glance from Francis to inside and then back again. How could he say no to a question like that?
Later on that night a soft whispering filled the room as the full moon's light illuminated the room. Francis lay still as the swan's feathery body next to him grew and became distinctly human. He froze as a soft touch traced his lips before a feather light touch pressed against them. Peeking he saw a young man with soft blonde hair and the most beautiful purple eyes Francis had ever seen.
"Je t'aime," the boy whispered before curling up next to him.
On Christmas Francis stared at the swan. The swan stared at Francis.
"Je t'aime aussi," he informed him. It blanched backwards and tucked his head under his wing or tried to as his limbs elongated and became human. Francis quickly leant forward and kissed the boy and was delighted when they kissed back.
…Seven swans a-swimming
I'll expand if someone asks me to! :) Sorry for shortness, it was written quickly!