December 7th
"We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Good ti-"
"OH WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Arthur yelled from the living room. He huffed as the singing stopped, and he could hear the retreat of the singers. He crossed his arms and went back to hugging his husband.
Francis sighed, securing his arm around Arthur. "Could you not be so cruel to the poor people? They just want to spread the cheer-"
"I don't want their 'cheer,' I want a peaceful evening with my hubbie." Arthur scoffed. Francis fell into a fit of snickers and giggles, which quickly evolved into snorting. "What's so funny?"
Francis calmed his laughter before speaking. "Your word choice! Your 'Hubbie?' Mon cher, simply 'Husband' would suffice!"
Arthur blushed, burying his face in Francis' shirt. The Frenchman just smiled, pulling him closer.
"You can call me anything you like, sourcils. I think 'hubbie' is adorable."
~La Fin~
Well... That was a bit... short.
I'm so sorry that these recent ones have been rushed. I have been very busy catching up with schoolwork, and my parents are forcing lots of chores on me...
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Until next time!