AUTHOR: Abi

27th of November, 2014 - Thanksgiving

The fact that the alarm clock buzzing by his bed at 3:00 in the morning was obnoxious enough, the fact that Alfred was trying to get out of the tangle of limbs they were intertwined in, was just plain rude.

"Mph, stay." Arthur mumbled into Alfred's chest as he attempted to pull his American closer.

"Turkey." Alfred replied as he managed to peel Arthur's off of him.

"Leave it." But Arthur was no longer making an attempt to keep Alfred in bed, as Alfred turned off the incessant beeping and shoved his glasses on his face.

"And have an undercooked turkey? We're not tryin' kill people Artie." Alfred said as he shrugged on a bathrobe and made his way towards the door.

"Was... that a... comment 'bout my cooking...?" Arthur asked as he rolled over to Alfred's side of the bed.

At eight o'clock Arthur made his way downstairs, and followed the sound of Alfred's laughter to the kitchen.

"Hey there, sweetheart, the water for the tea just finished boiling." Alfred said as he pecked Arthur's cheek as the still half-asleep Brit walked passed.

"Yuck." Peter exclaimed sticking his tongue out.

"You don't have to watch." Arthur said as he started making his tea.

"How can I not watch when you two do it in plain sight?" The micro-nation sulked.

"When are Matthew and Josefina getting here?" Arthur asked as he clinked his spoon on his cup, and sat down next to Peter, who was obviously not as upset as he acted when he passed Arthur his breakfast.

"Mattie and Francis just texted me that they should be here by 9, if traffic stays the way it is, and Josefina apologized saying that she won't get here until 11." Alfred said, pouring himself a cup of coffee into his already half-full cup.

"And the others haven't woken up yet." Arthur said, as he took small bites of his toast.

"Cause you always wake up so early." Alfred chortled, "Let them sleep." He stopped short of kissing Arthur, and instead grabbed ahold of Arthur's hand.

It was a few hours later, everyone else had woken up, and Matthew and Francis had arrived, yet Alistair was still in his room. Huffing Arthur stormed up to the guest room where Alistair was staying.

"Get up! Get up, you freckled ass!" Arthur raged as he banged on the door, he could hear the distinct giggles of his younger siblings as they watched him, and he could hear Francis laughing from the kitchen. Arthur sighed as he contemplated banging his head against the door.

"I will break this door down!" Keeping true to his word Arthur waited a moment before he raised his leg, about to strike…

Only for the door to open just before his foot made contact, and instead his ass made contact with the floor instead, "What are you doing down there?" Alistair asked with a grin on his face.

"I was waking you up! Guests have arrived, and you still have to cook something, get washed up and look presentable!" Arthur exclaimed as Alistair gripped him by the arm and pulled him off the floor.

"I need to get presentable?" Alistair mocked as he messed up Arthur's hair forcefully, before rushing into the bathroom.

"You are such an ass!" Arthur exclaimed as he stalked down the hall, bumping into two younger personifications. "And what are you two doing?" He asked, with one large brow raised.

"Just getting some pre-dinner entertainment." Brielle chuckled. Arthur rolled his eyes as he continued to the kitchen .

"How was waking the brute?" Francis asked with false innocence as they entered the kitchen.

Arthur didn't respond. "He fell on his ass." Peter cackled. Arthur turned to glare at the young micro-nation.

"Aw, come on Babe, don't fight on Thanksgiving." Alfred said, wrapping his arms around Arthur before giving his hair a brief kiss.

At that moment Matthew walked into the kitchen, "What is wrong with this country? The Canucks are playing today, and the only thing on is goddamn football!"

"Sorry bro, you're on my turf now and on Thanksgiving the only thing acceptable to watch here is Football!" Alfred laughed as he wrapped Matthew in a head-lock.

"American football." Emrys corrected as he straightened up.

"Hey here in America, on Turkey day, it's football." Alfred said as he let Matthew go.

"Is that what's so important that nobody remembered their manners to come and greet me?" An accented voice called from the entrance of the kitchen

There was a chorus of greetings from the nations present. "What'd you make?" Alfred asked like a child, as he tried to peer into the bag and balance them at the same time. Calmly Arthur walked over and took one of the three bags.

"Be careful, those are all the tamales I made yesterday, by hand I might add; only way to eat them: handmade and fresh." Josefina chided as she wrapped Brielle and Peter into a hug, it was a lesson they had all been told many times before.

"Well that's everyone then," Alfred glance at Arthur nodded his head, "You all should bring the food and put it on the table, Brielle put name cards down, you all should be able to find a seat. I'll be out with the turkey in a second."

After everyone was settled and Josefina said grace, Alfred began carving the turkey and conversations broke out amongst the table. It was loud and boisterous, but no fights had broken out, and Arthur had to admit that it was probably for the best that the seat to Alistair's right was empty.

Eventually the nations left the table one by one to settle in the living room for calmer conversations and at some point during the evening Josefina had to get back home. In the evening Matthew and Francis retired to their shared guestroom and not long after that Alfred and Arthur followed.

When Alfred and Arthur entered their room and closed the door Arthur sighed as he leaned into Alfred's embrace from behind, as Alfred breathed in deeply between Arthur's neck and shoulder.

"Altogether that went over well." Arthur said as he moved to change.

"Mmmm. Sorry, I thought Ian would come this year."

"No problem, love. It's probably for the best that he didn't." Arthur conceded as he climbed into their shared bed.

"Yeah," Alfred said as he followed suit. "When are you leaving?"

"Don't worry about it tonight." Arthur said as he pulled Alfred close and closed his eyes.