You ready for today's chocolate? It includes an extra filling: Spamano!

December 2

It was expected for Arthur Kirkland to be grumpy about anything and everything, but he didn't have to be grumpy about this. The Frenchman let out an exasperated sigh.

"Honestly Arthur, I don't understand what you find so horrible about this!" Francis tried to reason with him, though he knew it was hopeless. "We're just staying with Toni and Lovino for one night. We're leaving Christmas day. It's just good manners; they invited us."

Arthur didn't reply. Instead, he crossed his arms and looked out the window at the spanish country-side. He had seemed to be enjoying having a romantic vacation in Spain with his fiancé, especially all the siestas and sleeping and cuddling. He was more affectionate than usual, though Francis noticed over the years that Christmas time had this effect on him. Just this morning, before Francis had told him of their stay, Arthur had refused to let Francis out of bed.

Now, he was up and ignoring him. Francis tried to focus on the road, but his mind kept wandering to his lover and what he had done to cause such behavior.

"Hola, Francis!"

"Ah, Antonio! Mon ami!" Francis quickly unbuckled his seat belt and dashed out of the car to hug his long-time friend. After a hearty hug and an exchange of greetings, Antonio and Francis proceeded to unload the car.

Lovino sauntered out of the house around the same time Arthur exited the vehicle. From the look on Lovi's face, Arthur could tell that he hadn't been expecting them to stay there either. Arthur decided he would be mature and pull on a mask. He didn't want to seem unpleasant.

"Arthur!" Francis called, lifting his bag from the trunk. "Please, come get your bag!"

Antonio chimed up behind him. "And Lovi, please show Arthur to his and Francis' room!"

The Italian nodded curtly and motioned for Arthur to follow him. After making their way through the twists and turns of the home, Lovino opened the door to a room with a king-sized bed in it for them. Arthur gave him an uncharacteristic smile, which he returned with an equally awkward and rare smile before leaving Arthur to his solitude.

The Englishman plopped down on the bed and brought his feet up to his chest. He was a strong man; he hardly ever cried and hardly ever let something get to him enough to force tears from his eyes, but now, after at least fifteen years of never crying, Arthur choked out a sob.

It was at that moment his lover came through the door.

"I must say, this house is simply beautiful! Don't you agree, Arth-" He stopped dead in his tracks went he saw. He dropped his bags at his feet and rushed to Arthur's side.

"Oh, non, non, non. Arthur, please do not cry," He hugged the shorter man's face to his chest. "What is wrong, mon lapin?"

Arthur wiped his eyes, sniffing grossly. "I-I just thought that this was our trip to Spain, our first trip together, our first Christmas engaged, and you don't even want to spend it alone with me." Francis pulled a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to his sniffling partner.

"Non, not at all, mon amour." He offered a finger under his chin, his other hand stroking his hair. "Not one bit. I want to spend everyday of my life alone with you, or I wouldn't have asked you to marry me."

Arthur's mind was groggy from the tears. He just shook his head. He fiddled with the ring on his finger until it became loose. "Then you shouldn't have."

Francis closed his eyes and tried to get his own feelings under control when he felt cold metal press and against his palm and the bed groan as if it was relieved of some weight. He opened his eyes to see Arthur's ring in his hand and the man himself walking toward the door.

"Non," He whispered, standing quickly. "Non, Arthur, lets not be so irrational. Please." He could feel his own tears spilling out onto his face. Before Arthur could reach the door, Francis had grabbed his hand and connected their lips. Arthur's tense shoulders slacked, and they could both taste their salty tears.

Francis pulled away, their foreheads leaning on each other's. "I planned to spend Christmas with Toni and Lovino, because," He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I have something better planned for New Years." Arthur could feel the blush rise on his cheeks and he smiled a miniscule smile. "I knew it would have to be either Christmas or New Years, so I picked the former."

Arthur brought his hand up to play with Francis' long hair before saying, "We look like a mess."

Francis laughed, turning the ring in his fingers. "Yeah, we do. Here," He held the ring up. "Let's get cleaned up and get this back on. Antonio will want to see it." Arthur smiled softly, holding his hand out. Francis slipped the ring back on his finger.

"Okay."

~La Fin~
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