Advent Prompt #7
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blood_wingedTitle: Prompt #7
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): USxUK
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Ah, the joys of putting up a Christmas tree.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
It was only when the tree had fallen on top of Alfred that Arthur realised that allowing the American to buy such a tall one might not have been a good idea.
“Don’t help me, I can do it!” he heard the man shout as he moved to lift the tree up, one eyebrow slightly raised. Rather than touch the tree, he crouched beside it, and watched Alfred struggle to push the rather impressively sized pine off of him. After around a minute of fruitless struggling, he fell still, and Arthur sighed.
“Do you want me to help you now?” he asked, a tinge of irritation in his voice. It was a moment before Alfred nodded, and together they managed to lift the tree enough for the younger man to wriggle out from underneath it. It was several more minutes of huffing before the evergreen was upright, and Arthur brushed his hands together, feeling the sticky sap on his fingers and wrinkling his nose. Alfred put his hands on his hips and looked up at the twelve-foot tall tree, a wide grin on his face.
“This is going to be awesome,” he said cheerfully.
“I’m sure,” Arthur muttered.
“We’re going to need a ladder.”
Leave it to Alfred to have a twelve-foot high ladder. He propped it up against the wall beside the tree and opened the boxes of decorations (which he had dragged Arthur out to buy only that morning) with the look of a child opening their Christmas presents. Mutterings of ‘ooh, shiny’ and ‘look at that’ were all that Arthur heard for some minutes until all the boxes were open and he had to kick several of them out of the way to get to the American. For a moment he found himself suspended between amusement and disbelief as he looked down at the piles of decorations. They were colour coded, and organised by shape, and he cast Alfred a sidelong look.
“This...”
“What?” Alfred blinked at him, and Arthur shook his head. They could spend the rest of the day arguing over whether or not Alfred had some kind of compulsive disorder and by the end of it this tree would still be here.
“Nevermind. Why did you have to get such a large tree, Alfred?”
That grin again. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Arthur thought it best to not say anything. Selecting a handful of decorations he hung them from his fingers and watched as Alfred climbed up the ladder with some of his own. He bit back the urge to tell the man to be careful, reminding himself that Alfred wasn’t a little boy anymore, and he could climb a ladder without Arthur telling him to watch his step. Still, a small smile flickered over the Englishman’s face as he set to hanging decorations, only half-listening to Alfred chattering above him.
“-the first time you had a Christmas tree, Iggy,” he was saying cheerfully. “It was in 1841, right?”
“Well remembered,” Arthur replied, the smile returning at the use of the nickname. That name had gone through so many phases, from a child’s pet name, to an annoying moniker, and now to a name that Alfred used when he was so giddy that he might as well have been a child. He could remember the first Christmas tree that he had put up in his home and he remembered, too, how Victoria had gasped and clapped her hands and told him how simply darling it was.
“It wasn’t as awesome as this one, though!” the American said then, sliding down the ladder and grabbing some more baubles. “This is going to be more awesome than Prussia!”
Arthur laughed and shook his head, eyeing a branch above him and rising up onto his toes to hang an ornament from it. He glanced up to find Alfred watching him, and they stared at each other for a long moment before the American grinned and winked at him, drawing a blush that made Arthur duck his head to hide it. It was another two hours before all the decorations were hung and the battle with the lights had been won, and Alfred hopped off the ladder to stand beside Arthur, putting an arm around him. Arthur leaned against him and smiled, a soft chuckle escaping as the American pulled him close and gave him a little squeeze.
“There’s something missing,” he said then, a tiny frown on his young face as he looked up at the tree.
“There’s nothing on top,” Arthur told him, blinking as Alfred let out a gasp of mock-horror and pulled away from him to rummage through the boxes.
“I’m sure I bought something,” he was saying, giving up the search with a sigh of disappointment. “That’s so un-awesome. All the stores will be closed now!”
“Hold on a tick,” Arthur told him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and leaving the room, darting upstairs and returning with a box under his arm. “How about this?” He handed it over, and Alfred gave him a doubtful look as he set the box down on the arm of the couch and opened it. His eyes lit up, and he pulled out a large gold star. A quiet giggle escaped him and he clutched the star to his chest, hopping up and down and then pulling Arthur into a hug.
“This is great! How did you know?”
“I... I didn’t. I just happened to bring it with me. I’ve had it for a long time.”
Alfred grinned again, and then he looked at the star and a tiny frown flickered over his face. “H-hey!” he exclaimed. “I remember this!” The Englishman gave him a little smile, and he beamed brightly in response. Pulling away he climbed up the ladder and carefully set the star on the top, shooting Arthur a thumbs up.
“Looks great, Alfred,” he murmured as the man joined him and looked up. Alfred clapped his hands together.
“You know what we need to do now, right?” he said, bouncing on his heels.
“Hm?”
“Presents, Iggy! You got me presents, didn’t you?”
A/N: I didn't have the heart to make them fail orz . So you get a bucket of fluff instead >3<;
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): USxUK
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Ah, the joys of putting up a Christmas tree.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
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It was only when the tree had fallen on top of Alfred that Arthur realised that allowing the American to buy such a tall one might not have been a good idea.
“Don’t help me, I can do it!” he heard the man shout as he moved to lift the tree up, one eyebrow slightly raised. Rather than touch the tree, he crouched beside it, and watched Alfred struggle to push the rather impressively sized pine off of him. After around a minute of fruitless struggling, he fell still, and Arthur sighed.
“Do you want me to help you now?” he asked, a tinge of irritation in his voice. It was a moment before Alfred nodded, and together they managed to lift the tree enough for the younger man to wriggle out from underneath it. It was several more minutes of huffing before the evergreen was upright, and Arthur brushed his hands together, feeling the sticky sap on his fingers and wrinkling his nose. Alfred put his hands on his hips and looked up at the twelve-foot tall tree, a wide grin on his face.
“This is going to be awesome,” he said cheerfully.
“I’m sure,” Arthur muttered.
“We’re going to need a ladder.”
Leave it to Alfred to have a twelve-foot high ladder. He propped it up against the wall beside the tree and opened the boxes of decorations (which he had dragged Arthur out to buy only that morning) with the look of a child opening their Christmas presents. Mutterings of ‘ooh, shiny’ and ‘look at that’ were all that Arthur heard for some minutes until all the boxes were open and he had to kick several of them out of the way to get to the American. For a moment he found himself suspended between amusement and disbelief as he looked down at the piles of decorations. They were colour coded, and organised by shape, and he cast Alfred a sidelong look.
“This...”
“What?” Alfred blinked at him, and Arthur shook his head. They could spend the rest of the day arguing over whether or not Alfred had some kind of compulsive disorder and by the end of it this tree would still be here.
“Nevermind. Why did you have to get such a large tree, Alfred?”
That grin again. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Arthur thought it best to not say anything. Selecting a handful of decorations he hung them from his fingers and watched as Alfred climbed up the ladder with some of his own. He bit back the urge to tell the man to be careful, reminding himself that Alfred wasn’t a little boy anymore, and he could climb a ladder without Arthur telling him to watch his step. Still, a small smile flickered over the Englishman’s face as he set to hanging decorations, only half-listening to Alfred chattering above him.
“-the first time you had a Christmas tree, Iggy,” he was saying cheerfully. “It was in 1841, right?”
“Well remembered,” Arthur replied, the smile returning at the use of the nickname. That name had gone through so many phases, from a child’s pet name, to an annoying moniker, and now to a name that Alfred used when he was so giddy that he might as well have been a child. He could remember the first Christmas tree that he had put up in his home and he remembered, too, how Victoria had gasped and clapped her hands and told him how simply darling it was.
“It wasn’t as awesome as this one, though!” the American said then, sliding down the ladder and grabbing some more baubles. “This is going to be more awesome than Prussia!”
Arthur laughed and shook his head, eyeing a branch above him and rising up onto his toes to hang an ornament from it. He glanced up to find Alfred watching him, and they stared at each other for a long moment before the American grinned and winked at him, drawing a blush that made Arthur duck his head to hide it. It was another two hours before all the decorations were hung and the battle with the lights had been won, and Alfred hopped off the ladder to stand beside Arthur, putting an arm around him. Arthur leaned against him and smiled, a soft chuckle escaping as the American pulled him close and gave him a little squeeze.
“There’s something missing,” he said then, a tiny frown on his young face as he looked up at the tree.
“There’s nothing on top,” Arthur told him, blinking as Alfred let out a gasp of mock-horror and pulled away from him to rummage through the boxes.
“I’m sure I bought something,” he was saying, giving up the search with a sigh of disappointment. “That’s so un-awesome. All the stores will be closed now!”
“Hold on a tick,” Arthur told him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and leaving the room, darting upstairs and returning with a box under his arm. “How about this?” He handed it over, and Alfred gave him a doubtful look as he set the box down on the arm of the couch and opened it. His eyes lit up, and he pulled out a large gold star. A quiet giggle escaped him and he clutched the star to his chest, hopping up and down and then pulling Arthur into a hug.
“This is great! How did you know?”
“I... I didn’t. I just happened to bring it with me. I’ve had it for a long time.”
Alfred grinned again, and then he looked at the star and a tiny frown flickered over his face. “H-hey!” he exclaimed. “I remember this!” The Englishman gave him a little smile, and he beamed brightly in response. Pulling away he climbed up the ladder and carefully set the star on the top, shooting Arthur a thumbs up.
“Looks great, Alfred,” he murmured as the man joined him and looked up. Alfred clapped his hands together.
“You know what we need to do now, right?” he said, bouncing on his heels.
“Hm?”
“Presents, Iggy! You got me presents, didn’t you?”
A/N: I didn't have the heart to make them fail orz . So you get a bucket of fluff instead >3<;
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Date: 2009-12-11 06:30 pm (UTC)So adorable, loved it. ♥
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Date: 2009-12-11 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:05 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm back. Apparently while they do sell Christmas trees at Lowes, they don't sell Nation-tans there. Or anywhere else for that matter. Curse you uninteresting local stores. *shakes fist*
I suppose I'll have to just reread your lovely fic again so that the rabid UsUk fangirl within me can be appeased. =)
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-12-11 09:35 pm (UTC)where was the star from? was it the shooting star that hit Arthur in the head? 8lxD
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Date: 2009-12-11 09:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-11 10:27 pm (UTC)XDD I cracked up at that. Curse you, I'm in a library.
Alfred being attacked by the tree fulfilled my need for fail. The fluff was awesome~.
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:34 pm (UTC)<333
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:21 am (UTC)Be careful Al, It'd be super fail if Prussia suddenly showed up XD
I recall he spent Christmas Holiday in Canada ;))
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:33 pm (UTC)<33
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:25 pm (UTC)Awwwww~ -Pats-