Nine Christmas Drabbles
Title: Christmas Moments
Author/Artist: artemis-elric
Character(s) or Pairing(s): LietPol, AustriaHungary, SuFin, PruCan, FrUK, RussiAmerica, GiriPan, SpaRo, GerIta
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluffity fluff
Summary: Nine 100-word drabbles written for my best friend nota_lone, centered around her favorite pairings. :]
7:00 am
“Like, omigod, Toris, you totally have to get up, like, right now!”
Toris rolled over and mumbled something incoherent. Feliks shook him harder. “Toris, like, come and see! It’s snowing!”
Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Toris waved a hand in surrender and got out of bed. Padding over to the window, he peered though it as Feliks held the curtain open proudly and caught his breath. The sun had just begun to rise, sending streaks of golden light across clouds that hung low, letting fall a light flurry of snow across the open fields. “… wow.”
Feliks nodded, smiling. “Like, totally.”
8:00 am
Elizaveta awoke to the sound of piano music.
She followed it out to the sitting room, where Roderich sat, playing what sounded like Beethoven’s Sonata in F Minor. Hesitating by the doorframe, she watched him, silently.
After a few minutes the tempo slowed, and the song changed. Für Elise. Elizaveta came out from her hiding place then, joining Roderich at the piano. “Merry Christmas, Roderich.”
He smiled up at her, his fingers continuing their quiet dance across the keys. “Merry Christmas. Did you… want me to make breakfast?”
Elizaveta shook her head, smiling back. “No, I’ll do it. Keep playing.”
10:00 am
“Papa, how come mama’s dressed like Santa Claus?”
“Mm. ‘S ‘is way of m’kin’ people h’ppy on Chr’stmas.”
“Oh. But what about you?”
“W’t ab’t me?”
“You’re his husband, you should be most important! Does it make you happy when he goes away on Christmas?”
“… M’wife alw’ys makes m’ happy.”
“Does he make it up to you when he comes home, then?”
“…”
“Peter, I thought you were going to go decorate the tree! And Berwald, please stop telling him I’m your wife!”
“Y’ll alw’ys be m’wife. ‘N y’ look ad’r’ble in th’se cl’thes. ”
“… Th-thank you. “
12:00 pm
Gilbert checked off a list on his fingers while Matthew listened quietly from the kitchen table. “Well, I gotta see West for a little while, until he gets the balls to invite Italy over… and then Francis and Antonio of course, for old time’s sake… oh, and I can cause a bit of trouble over at Austria’s place…”
Matthew traced a small circle on the tabletop with one finger. “… Doesn’t seem like there will be much time for us, then.”
Gilbert blinked at him, then made an adorably embarrassed face. “Well… I was hoping you could spent the night.”
2:00 pm
The sun shone brightly in the clear sky, sounds of laughter echoing across the crowded, colorful street. Children with balloons ran every which way, and Alfred looked around with pride before turning to face his companion, grinning. “What do you think? Happiest place on earth, am I right?”
Ivan was looking not around him, but up at the sky, where several birds darted back and forth between the treetops. “It’s… warm.”
“Yeah, Florida’s awesome like that.”
Ivan looked over to him at last, meeting his gaze with a huge, delighted smile. “I’ve never known a Christmas without snow. It’s beautiful!”
5:00 pm
“For the tenth time, I already have enough decorations; we don’t need to buy more!” Arthur cupped his gloved hands and blew into them, trying to generate warmth as they walked down the brightly lit street. “Besides, it’s bloody cold out here!”
Francis smiled carelessly and slipped an arm around Arthur’s waist. “Ah, mon Angleterre…. You said we weren’t going to fight today, remember?”
Arthur blushed a little- it was the cold air, really- and grumbled a noncommittal response. Francis leaned in a brushed a light kiss on his temple, coaxing out a reluctant smile. “See? It’s not so bad.”
7:00 pm
“Heracles-san, please…” Kiku blushed, fiddling with the sleeve of his white sweater that reached almost to his fingertips. “I-it’s not necessary…”
Heracles absently stroked the calico cat that had crept onto the couch beside him and again opened the book of carols he had brought. “Don’t worry, Kiku. You have a lovely voice, and no one will hear us. Please? It’s a tradition of mine.”
Skin glowing bright red with embarrassment, Kiku lowered his head and nodded. Heracles put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, pointing out a song. “Here. Let me show you how it goes.”
9:00 pm
Lovino puffed out his cheeks and pouted. Stupid Antonio, going out and leaving him alone on Christmas evening. He glared at the stove. He’d been asked to heat up the leftovers from last night, but the jerk could do it himself.
“Lovi! Sorry for taking so long!” The door opened and closed, and a smiling Spaniard waltzed into the kitchen, holding a bouquet of roses. “I had to pull a few strings, but… these are for you! Feliz Navidad, Lovi.”
Lovino stared at them, then blushed a dark red. “Oh. Th-thanks, bastard.” Taking them, he got up to make dinner.
12:00 am
The quiet chimes of the grandfather clock startled Ludwig from his daze, and he listened as they counted off to midnight. Blackie and Berlitz and Aster lay curled up together in front of the small fire in the fireplace, from which soft crackling sounds issued, comfortingly.
Feliciano shifted in his arms, settling more snugly against his side and bringing out the content flush on Ludwig’s cheeks. Italy would never guess the real reason why, though.
“Mm… ve, Germany?”
Ludwig blinked sleepily. “Ja?”
“Buon Natale, Germany.” Ludwig could feel him smiling against his chest.
I love you, Ludwig thought.
“Merry Christmas.”