Francis was surprised to say the least. He wouldn't expect it of Arthur - Tino, perhaps, but never Arthur – and subsequently his mouth hung open slightly as Arthur spun around the tree with decorations, humming a Christmas carol and pinning holly into corners of the room. Tinsel glittered and paper chains hung from shelving, the tree, and the lampshade that stood in the corner of the room.
"Arthur…" he said faintly, and the Brit nearly dropped the box with a little squeak of shock, and would have done if Francis had not caught the box and Arthur's hands with it. Arthur blushed and looked to the side, cheeks most adorably pink.
"You were decorating? I didn't realise that you liked Christmas…" He waited for a reply, and a mumble to the affirmative made him smile before he noticed that the smaller man's eyes were above them in a sort of daze. He looked up and saw familiar green leaves with white berries like pearls, grinning slightly before swooping down to capture Arthur's lips in a soft kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Arthur," he whispered as his lips left the other pair. The Brit was blushing profusely, before he looked straight into the blue eyes with a little shy smile.
"Merry Christmas, Francis…"
Thank God for mistletoe.