Advent Prompt #8
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blood_wingedTitle: Prompt #8
Genre: General
Pairing(s): USxUK, SpainxS.Italy, AustriaxHungary.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Christmas party!
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
“Aah, you look so cute in that suit, Iggy,” Alfred said, sliding his hands over the Englishman’s shoulders and pulling him back against his chest, kissing his ear. Arthur promptly blushed up to the roots of his hair and dropped the plate he was holding, muttering ‘I didn’t wear it for you’ under his breath while he secretly enjoyed the attention. A hand tapped Alfred’s elbow and he looked down to find a face scowling up at him.
“Hello, little sister!” he gushed, letting Arthur slip away as his attention turned to Natalia. “This is awesome, isn’t it?”
“Have you seen Ivan?” Natalia asked him, tilting her head to one side. It may have been out of pity or a genuine lack of knowledge, but Alfred shook his head and beamed another wide smile, putting one arm around the woman’s shoulders and steering her towards the Christmas tree, chattering animatedly. That dratted tree had taken four hours to decorate, but by the end of it, Arthur had had to agree with Alfred that it was indeed rather awesome.
The three Baltics had finally found something that they all had in common – a love of Christmas parties, even if the party included Ivan, who was thankfully spending too much time avoiding his younger sister to bother them. They stood close together, and raised their glasses in a toast, the polished crystal clinking quietly as they smiled and said ‘Į sveikatą!’, ‘Uz veselību!’, ‘Terviseks!’, and then laughed, happy to be able to relax.
Vash fussed over his sister, fixing the bow that he had bought for her into her hair while she blushed with pleasure, a glass of mulled wine clasped tightly in her hands. Her brother had already tried to take it from her several times, but whether that was because he was being protective, or because Roderich was the one who had given it to her, she wasn’t certain. The small nation couldn’t hide her relief when Vash became engaged in a conversation with Belgium about chocolate, and she stood nearby, listening and quietly sipping at her wine, her eyes moving about the room and taking in the decoration. Vash would decorate their house, but it was never anything quite this... lavish. It was very over-the-top, but it was all so pretty...
“Ve~ I love Christmas~” Feliciano exclaimed happily, handing his brother a plate full of food and tucking in to his own. Antonio rested his chin on Lovino’s shoulder and murmured something, and was cast a sidelong glance, a smile creeping over the other male’s face. They watched the younger Italian go bouncing off to talk to Kiku, who seemed very bemused by the entire affair, and Antonio turned Lovino around, dangling a sprig of mistletoe over their heads. Lovino at first looked taken aback, and then wary, his gaze darting between the mistletoe and Antonio’s face, then the Spaniard gave a tiny pout, and said something soft and plaintive. The Italian dropped his eyes shyly, and gave Antonio a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh, for the love of-” Roderich turned away sharply as he was ‘treated’ to the unwelcome sight of Antonio jerking Lovino into a very enthusiastic kiss that the smaller man did nothing to stop. It seemed to be unnoticed by everyone but the mildly nauseated Austrian.
“Aw, I think it’s sweet...” said Elizabeta, absently picking up another chocolate covered strawberry and popping it into her mouth, making a quiet sound of contentment and closing her eyes as she swallowed. She opened them and looked at Roderich, catching him staring at her for just a moment. “You’re not jealous, surely? Perhaps there is somebody you would like to be kissing?”
Roderich sputtered and managed to do a very good impression of a goldfish, his mouth opening and closing several times before he realised that Elizabeta was joking. He coughed and adjusted his glasses, settling his nerves with a sip of his drink and quickly changing the topic of conversation.
Iceland had not expected to be invited to any kind of merrymaking, much less one hosted by America, and he could not help but feel as awkward as he looked as his brother Norway tried to encourage him to mingle with the other nations. He was avoiding Arthur, not really looking forward to facing him after the other nation had been forced to bail him out of that nasty business with his failing banks, but Berwald’s reputation seemed to be making sure that everybody steered quite clear of them. Tino, a red Santa hat on his head, had already had too much to drink and was giggling happily, along with Denmark who, while not being drunk, enjoyed a good laugh as much as the next man.
“You look nice, Arthur.”
“Ah? Oh, hello, Matthew.” Arthur brushed his hands down the front of his smart black jacket and straightened his tie and gave a small, awkward smile. “Alfred insisted.”
The Canadian smiled and nodded, secretly of the opinion that even if Arthur did look rather like a butler, it was a look that suited him, and definitely better for a party than Matthew’s normal casual attire of blue jeans and a red sweater that was three sizes too big.
“You should speak to your brother,” the Englishman said, casting his gaze about the room, trying to find where the American might have gone.
“No, really, Arthur, that’s okay. He probably doesn’t even realise that I’m here any... way... Oh my God.”
“Wha- Oh, sodding hell. Francis! Put some sodding clothes on! Vash! Don’t shoot him!”
Genre: General
Pairing(s): USxUK, SpainxS.Italy, AustriaxHungary.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Christmas party!
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
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“Aah, you look so cute in that suit, Iggy,” Alfred said, sliding his hands over the Englishman’s shoulders and pulling him back against his chest, kissing his ear. Arthur promptly blushed up to the roots of his hair and dropped the plate he was holding, muttering ‘I didn’t wear it for you’ under his breath while he secretly enjoyed the attention. A hand tapped Alfred’s elbow and he looked down to find a face scowling up at him.
“Hello, little sister!” he gushed, letting Arthur slip away as his attention turned to Natalia. “This is awesome, isn’t it?”
“Have you seen Ivan?” Natalia asked him, tilting her head to one side. It may have been out of pity or a genuine lack of knowledge, but Alfred shook his head and beamed another wide smile, putting one arm around the woman’s shoulders and steering her towards the Christmas tree, chattering animatedly. That dratted tree had taken four hours to decorate, but by the end of it, Arthur had had to agree with Alfred that it was indeed rather awesome.
The three Baltics had finally found something that they all had in common – a love of Christmas parties, even if the party included Ivan, who was thankfully spending too much time avoiding his younger sister to bother them. They stood close together, and raised their glasses in a toast, the polished crystal clinking quietly as they smiled and said ‘Į sveikatą!’, ‘Uz veselību!’, ‘Terviseks!’, and then laughed, happy to be able to relax.
Vash fussed over his sister, fixing the bow that he had bought for her into her hair while she blushed with pleasure, a glass of mulled wine clasped tightly in her hands. Her brother had already tried to take it from her several times, but whether that was because he was being protective, or because Roderich was the one who had given it to her, she wasn’t certain. The small nation couldn’t hide her relief when Vash became engaged in a conversation with Belgium about chocolate, and she stood nearby, listening and quietly sipping at her wine, her eyes moving about the room and taking in the decoration. Vash would decorate their house, but it was never anything quite this... lavish. It was very over-the-top, but it was all so pretty...
“Ve~ I love Christmas~” Feliciano exclaimed happily, handing his brother a plate full of food and tucking in to his own. Antonio rested his chin on Lovino’s shoulder and murmured something, and was cast a sidelong glance, a smile creeping over the other male’s face. They watched the younger Italian go bouncing off to talk to Kiku, who seemed very bemused by the entire affair, and Antonio turned Lovino around, dangling a sprig of mistletoe over their heads. Lovino at first looked taken aback, and then wary, his gaze darting between the mistletoe and Antonio’s face, then the Spaniard gave a tiny pout, and said something soft and plaintive. The Italian dropped his eyes shyly, and gave Antonio a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh, for the love of-” Roderich turned away sharply as he was ‘treated’ to the unwelcome sight of Antonio jerking Lovino into a very enthusiastic kiss that the smaller man did nothing to stop. It seemed to be unnoticed by everyone but the mildly nauseated Austrian.
“Aw, I think it’s sweet...” said Elizabeta, absently picking up another chocolate covered strawberry and popping it into her mouth, making a quiet sound of contentment and closing her eyes as she swallowed. She opened them and looked at Roderich, catching him staring at her for just a moment. “You’re not jealous, surely? Perhaps there is somebody you would like to be kissing?”
Roderich sputtered and managed to do a very good impression of a goldfish, his mouth opening and closing several times before he realised that Elizabeta was joking. He coughed and adjusted his glasses, settling his nerves with a sip of his drink and quickly changing the topic of conversation.
Iceland had not expected to be invited to any kind of merrymaking, much less one hosted by America, and he could not help but feel as awkward as he looked as his brother Norway tried to encourage him to mingle with the other nations. He was avoiding Arthur, not really looking forward to facing him after the other nation had been forced to bail him out of that nasty business with his failing banks, but Berwald’s reputation seemed to be making sure that everybody steered quite clear of them. Tino, a red Santa hat on his head, had already had too much to drink and was giggling happily, along with Denmark who, while not being drunk, enjoyed a good laugh as much as the next man.
“You look nice, Arthur.”
“Ah? Oh, hello, Matthew.” Arthur brushed his hands down the front of his smart black jacket and straightened his tie and gave a small, awkward smile. “Alfred insisted.”
The Canadian smiled and nodded, secretly of the opinion that even if Arthur did look rather like a butler, it was a look that suited him, and definitely better for a party than Matthew’s normal casual attire of blue jeans and a red sweater that was three sizes too big.
“You should speak to your brother,” the Englishman said, casting his gaze about the room, trying to find where the American might have gone.
“No, really, Arthur, that’s okay. He probably doesn’t even realise that I’m here any... way... Oh my God.”
“Wha- Oh, sodding hell. Francis! Put some sodding clothes on! Vash! Don’t shoot him!”
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Date: 2009-12-13 03:43 am (UTC)again like in the April's Fool strip. Giant growing tomato. Oh France &hearts