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I'll Be Home for Christmas

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I'll Be Home for Christmas
By: Ms0verscheduled95
Arthur Kirkland looked out the window; the snow fell softly on the trees and blanketed the yard. He glanced at a picture of him and his boyfriend, Alfred, on the refrigerator. Alfred's arm was slung over Arthur's shoulders and he was planting a kiss on Arthur's cheek. He remembered the day was hot then. Alfred made sandwiches and brought that disgusting drink Americans called "Coca-Cola". Arthur sighed sadly. Had it only been a few months ago when he last saw Alfred? It seemed like forever ago, before he shipped out to Iraq. Arthur deeply admired how patriotic his boyfriend was and how much he loved his country. Fourth of July was filled with fun and laughter and a huge mess afterwards. Alfred would decorate the backyard with red, white, and blue streamers and hung banners from the gutters. Alfred invited what seemed like the whole neighborhood, including his brother and his obnoxious German boyfriend. It was a grand sight to see. People of all races and ethnicities would come together to celebrate this American holiday with the couple. (Of course Arthur's youngest brother came just for the fireworks.)
In August however, it was time for Alfred to ship out. The two lovers couldn't deny the inevitable. It was Alfred's duty to protect and serve his country and Arthur knew that. He only wished that Alfred and he could be together more often. His thoughts were broken by the kettle on the stove, signaling that it was time for tea. As he was steeping his teabag into the cup, the radio was playing a variety of holiday songs, some happy, some sad, and some that made Arthur want to shoot himself in the foot. Arthur let out a low chuckle; it was funny how Americans celebrated their Christmases. They filled the malls to their limit with people buying presents for their loved ones and they left cookies out for St. Nicholas. But the thing that Arthur loved the most about American Christmases was the carols. Of course, most of the classic carols were wrapped up in a bouncy tune that made people want to dance around while decorating the Christmas tree. Arthur sat down in his reading chair by the fire with his tea in hand. He watched the flames dance about the fireplace as they made their way up the chimney. Arthur sighed as he sipped his tea cautiously, losing himself in his thoughts. He thought about his siblings, Angus, Fiona, James, and Peter. Fiona was finishing up schooling in Ireland and Angus worked in a law firm in Scotland. James lived in Wales with some friends from university and was doing well. Peter sent letters frequently from Sweden, where he lived with his adoptive family. The couple was nice and  were also a homosexual couple like Arthur and Alfred. They came to visit Arthur in the summers when Peter had school off. Alfred adored the little snot like he was his own son. It made Arthur think about adopting also. During one of his chats on Skype with Alfred, they had talked about it briefly, but wasn't able to have a serious discussion about it. Sighing, he glanced over at the clock on the mantle. 9:00, it read. Arthur got up from his chair and put his teacup by the sink. He decided he would go to bed early. Besides, he really didn't have any reason to stay up.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. Arthur sprang from his bed. He turned on the lamp and looked around the room. He saw nothing in the bedroom and let out a breath he had been holding in. He was tempted to look out the window, but didn't because that would be ridiculous. Surely it couldn't be Santa Claus. He shook the though from his mind and curled back into the quilt his Fiona had made him. Crack! Apparently, he wouldn't be getting any rest tonight. He quickly got out of bed, put on his robe and slippers, and carefully left the room. He looked in the closet for something to protect himself with, only to find Alfred's toy broom from the Harry Potter attraction at Universal. He snuck carefully to the living room, like a quiet little mouse, and looked around to see if he could find the mysterious noise. He looked at the Christmas tree in awe. His friend Feliciano got the tree for the lonely Brit and the two had decorated it together. Feliciano offered to have Arthur over for Christmas dinner, but Arthur politely declined. "Ve, if you feel like it, we'll have extra pasta for you! No one should be alone on Christmas!" How the hyperactive Italian man's words were so true, yet so painful. The tree had put Arthurs into some sort of trance with its beauty and comfort. The white lights twinkled like stars and the gold and silver ornaments practically glowed from the lights. Suddenly, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. Arthur froze. What was he going to do?
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Arthur jumped back and repeatedly smacked the owner of the hand with his broom. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE YOU BLOODY WANKER??" He screeched as he kept hitting the person blindly with Alfred's toy.
"Dude! Arthur! Stop that! It's me! Alfred!" Arthur opened his eyes to see Alfred. His Alfred. His Alfred, who was wearing his combat uniform and was standing right in front of him, just like he had dreamed he would dozens of times. Arthur grinned as overall happiness slowly spread throughout his body.
"Alfred? Oh, Alfred! Alfred, you bloody git, you're home!" Arthur dropped the broom and jumped into his lover's arms, kissing him passionately. Alfred wrapped his arms around the small British man's waist and returned the kiss. The two lovers parted due to lack of oxygen and looked into each other's eyes. Arthur couldn't stop smiling; his cheeks were beginning to hurt. He cupped the American's face into his hand, his thumb gently stroking his temple. Happy tears were starting to form in Arthur's emerald eyes.
"I missed you Artie." Alfred whispered, putting Arthur down but not losing his gaze. "You were the only thing I thought about for days." Arthur sniffled and kissed Alfred again. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either and for god's sake, how many times do I have to tell you to not call me Artie?" Alfred held Arthur close, close enough that their noses were touching. Arthur closed his eyes and exhaled.
"How on earth did you get here this late? Surely Saint Nicholas didn't bring you here did he?" Arthur asked cheekily.
"Nah." He chuckled. "The flight was delayed due to the snow. I thought Luddy was going to have a cow." It was Arthur's turn to chuckle. It was true, the German man hated to be late. "You think Feliciano's going to be happy this Christmas?" Arthur kissed Alfred a third time and looked into his cerulean eyes.
"I know for sure I'm the happiest man alive right now." Arthur said. Alfred picked him up bridal style and they sat down on the couch; Arthur curled up in Alfred's lap and Alfred's strong arms wrapped around Arthur. Alfred leant down and kissed the spot behind Arthur's ear.
"Merry Christmas, Artie." He whispered. Arthur smiled and trailed butterfly kisses under Alfred's chin.
"Happy Christmas to you too Alfred." The happy couple watched the lights on the tree dance as they illuminated the room, lulling the lovers into pleasant dreams.
Here's My Secret Santa Gift! I can't access a scanner since I'm literally in a Starbucks in Addison, IL because my Grandam doesn't have interwebs :<

Oh Well enjoy and I'll draw you a picture when I get back to Tejas :)

Hetalia is no mine :)
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517NewCreation's avatar
OHMIGOSH~!!!! This is just so sweet and adorable. :aww: :love:

I like how you showed how they feel about each other. :iconlainloveplz: