Hello lovely people~ How are you doing today? Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed! Anyway, that shout-out I promised... Nobody got it! D: Whhhyyyy? Well, I guess I didn't really give enough time for people to figure it out... I'll do it next chapter! Maybe... If someone gets the reference from last chapter.

Arthur: I got the reference.

Peter: That's because you were there when it was written!

Arthur: That's not the only reason!

Anyway, THOU STORY SHALT PROCEED!

Once Arthur stepped foot inside of his house, he dropped all of his groceries, except for a box of cookies and the eggnog, and immediately plopped onto a couch. He lazily turned his head to the young boy that ran downstairs after hearing the door open and close.

"What are you doing, old man? Are those cookies? Give me some!", He said as he launched himself towards Arthur. "Belt up, git. I'm not old! I'm only 23.", Arthur scoffed as he opened the box, "You can't have any cookies. Too much sugar for you." Peter whined as he wriggled around on the couch, "Don't be such a jerk, Arthur! You eat too many sweets, anyway! You're gonna get fat!" Arthur cringed at the horrible grammar, "'Going to' is the correct way to say it, Peter."

Peter groaned and decided to fall onto Arthur's lap, "AAAAAAAARRRRRTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUURRRR!" "I said no! You'll have plenty of sweets on Christmas.", Arthur pushed him off. "Just one?", Peter whined from the floor, giving Arthur a puppy-dog face. Arthur sighed, having to give in to cute things, "PPPPEEEETTTTEEEEERRRRR! You know I can't say no to puppy-dog faces!" Peter just continued to pout at him. Arthur angrily took a cookie out of the box and thrust it in Peter's direction, "Here. Now stop pestering me, you bloody twat."

"Yay!", Peter smiled as he took the cookie and ran back upstairs. Arthur shook his head and began to stuff his face with the scrumptious Christmas cookies. As the Brit did this, he thought about earlier that day. What was it about that man that was so awe-inspiring? Was it his eyes? Well, they definitely contributed, but that wasn't it... What was it about him...? Arthur simply could not place his finger on it as he continued to munch on the cookies in a way that was absent-minded. Arthur decided to shrug it off because, considering his bad luck, he would most likely never meet the man again. No matter how much he wanted to.

Arthur got up and made his way to the kitchen, cookies in one hand, eggnog in the other. He placed both items on the counter and opened a cabinet to retrieve a glass. Once he did that, he poured himself some of the eggnog that he bought for no particular reason at all except to, well, drink it. He idly sipped from the cup after he placed the eggnog in the refrigerator.

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He had no idea what to think about. His mind was devoid of any thought for he could not think of anything to think about! So, he decided to think about how much he wanted to think about something. Isn't this fun? Are you having fun, Arthur? (No. No, I most certainly am not. I'd much rather be thinking about that Alfred fellow.) Well, that's too bad because you don't know enough about him to think about him, isn't that right? Arthur sighed. (You know, it gets kind of irritating when you narrate my entire life. Do you mind belting up?) Well, fine, then! I can always just go narrate Alfred's life! (Then why don't you?) Well, that would give the readers too much insight! So, I have to narrate your boring life! Now, would you mind NOT breaking the fourth wall? Just shut up and play along. (Fine. This isn't the last I will speak to you, though. Keep that in mind, git.) Yeah, yeah, yeah... That's nice. Cool story, bro. Anyway...

Let's spice things up a bit, shall we?

Ding-dong.

There was a ring at the doorbell. 'Who could that possibly be?', Arthur thought. He placed the now empty glass on the counter and made his way to the front door. He opened it, and there, at the door, was none other than -

"Bonjour, mon cher!"

- Francis Bonnefoy. Woopdy - flippin' - doo. Because Francis always adds some sort of quality to a story. He's that flippin' important. Arthur immediately attempted to shut the door, but that damn Frenchie's foot was in the way.

"What do you want, frog?", Arthur gave him a look that said, 'I'm annoyed. What the hell do you want?' Francis merely smiled and flipped his stupid blonde hair, "Why must there be a reason for me to visit a friend of mine?" Arthur rolled his eyes, "You're Francis. Should I give you more reason than that?" "Arthur, oh, how you wound me so!", He melodramatically placed one hand over his heart as he gasped. Once again, the Brit rolled his eyes, "Tell me what you want, or I'm slamming the door on your stupid, bearded face."

Francis scoffed, "Fine, mon petit lapin. I wanted to invite you to a Christmas party!" "No.", Arthur began to shut the door. "What? Pourquoi? You didn't even ask when it is!", Francis placed his hand on the door. "I don't need to know when it is because I'm not going! Why, you ask? Well, I have a little brother that needs to be cared for, so I suggest you piss off, frog!" Francis was becoming desperate, "He can come! There'll be other children there! Like Lili!" "Lili's older than him! Besides, I'm pretty sure Gilbert or someone is going to bring alcohol and the party would be full of drunkards!", Arthur pushed harder on the door. "You act like you wouldn't be one of those drunkards!", Francis retorted as he tried to keep the door open so the surprisingly strong blonde wouldn't slam it in his face. "Of course I wouldn't, wanker! I'm not irresponsible, unlike some people I know!", Arthur replied. Francis groaned, "Fine! It's not like you would have a boyfriend to take with you, anyway!" Arthur growled and finally managed to get the door shut, immediately locking it after he did.

He sighed and leaned on the door, looking down and frowning. 'Bloody frog...', Arthur thought as he pushed himself off of the door and began picking up the groceries that he left on the floor.

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Alfred smiled as he pet the Scottish fold cat in front of him, "I know just who to give you to..." The cat looked at him with it's large, green eyes and meowed as if it understood.

"Alfred, have you seen Berwald?", a short man with blond hair and violet eyes asked. "Ah, Tino! No I haven't, sorry." The man, otherwise known as Tino, sighed, "Okay. I guess I'll keep looking, then." "What do you need him for? Do you think I could help?", Alfred's eyes seemed to sparkle excitedly. "No, no... It's alright. I'll just find him..." Alfred pouted slightly and shrugged, "Alright. I'll see ya later." Tino sent him a small smile before leaving the room. Alfred sighed and sat on a couch.

"What's the matter with you?", Matthew entered the room. "Oh, y'know... Same ol', same ol'...", Alfred sighed again. "Are you sulking about not being able to talk to that British guy with the green eyes?", Matthew crossed his arms. Alfred looked up at him sheepishly, "Maybe..." Matthew shook his head and sat next to him, "Alfred, you know it would never work out. Imagine how he would feel if he actually knew you." Alfred groaned, "I know, but he's so pretty and nice and... His eyes... Such beautiful, emerald eyes...", Alfred began to look dreamy. "Al, snap out of it.", the Canadian said as he snapped his fingers in front of the American's face. Alfred blinked and looked at Matthew, "Sorry, bro. Spaced out, a bit." "You think?", Matthew rose an eyebrow. Alfred sighed, "You know what, you're right. He'll probably never see me again, anyway." Matthew smiled and lightly punched Alfred on the shouder, "There you go! Now, lighten up, will ya?" Alfred nodded and Matthew got up, "Now, let's get to work! Christmas eve is tomorrow!" "Okay...", Alfred followed Matthew out of the room.

How'd you like this chapter? It was good enough for ya, right? Right!? Remember, whoever got the reference from last chapter first gets a shout-out! Also, I can't give you a shout-out if you don't let me know that you got it! So, send in those reviews!

Arthur: Wow, there is no one quite as desperate as you.

Oh, shut up.

Peter: Until -

Arthur: Until next time!

Peter: Hey!

Arthur: You got to say it last time.