GerUk/GerEng Collection

Let it Snow!

A/N: Sorry for the in activity. Exams were rough, but I just finished them so enjoy this Christmas fic.

It had been snowing since last night. And not a light, pretty snow that was perfect for Christmas Eve. No. It was practically a blizzard out there with no sign of letting up soon. Normally, it wouldn't worry Ludwig too much. He had seen much worse snowstorms and natural disasters in his lifetime as a nation, but the fact that he and Arthur were supposed to catch a flight to America was a bit nerve-wracking. He tried to distract himself from the situation by scrolling through his phone, but it was futile.

The thumping of someone coming down the stairs pulled Ludwig away from his worries. Arthur shuffled into the room, dressed in sweatpants and one of Ludwig's hoodies. "I thought you were getting dressed," Ludwig said as the Brit took a seat beside him.

"I was, but I just got a notification that our flight is canceled," Arthur sighed, "looks like it'll be just us for Christmas this year."

"I can work with that." Ludwig wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulder, noticing the sweater he was wearing. "You better give that back," the German chuckled.

"I could tell you 'yes,' but we both know that would be a lie."

Ludwig shook his head in supposed disappointment, but the smile on his face told a different story. Deep down, he loved seeing his lovers in his clothing, especially Arthur who was practically swimming in the fabric due to their size difference. The Englishman looked nothing short of adorable.

Arthur began mindlessly flipping through the T.V. channels, eventually landing on a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie. Just as they were getting settled and the movie started, the power went out. "Of course," Arthur groaned, heaving himself up from the couch. "Ludwig dear do you mind starting a fire? I brought some logs in earlier today. I'll get us some flashlights and candles."

In a matter of minutes, a fire was crackling in the fireplace; lit candles were scattered throughout the living room, hallway, and kitchen; and both Arthur and Ludwig were armed with flashlights. As Arthur took his seat, Ludwig headed over to the shelf that held all of Arthur's pillows and blankets and grabbed a few to keep them warm and comfortable.

"Thank you, love," Arthur hummed as Ludwig took a seat and draped a blanket across their laps.

The two settled onto the couch once more, cuddling up under the blanket and watching the flames dance within the fireplace. "So what are we going to do now?" Ludwig asked after a few minutes of silence.

Arthur thought for a moment before pushing himself up and heading downstairs. He returned moments later with a case of beer. "Care for a drink my good sir," Arthur said with a bow, extending a can to Ludwig. The German let out a chuckle and accepted the offer.

"Now this is what I call a celebration," Arthur laughed, taking a swig of beer, "Who wants to be at a loud party surrounded by drunkards."

"Look who's talking," Ludwig teased back.

Arthur scoffed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well, there was Alfred's Christmas party in 1924 where you almost jumped off the balcony. Then there was the Christmas party after the meeting in 1970 where you and Francis had a drinking contest, and I had to drive the both of you home after you passed out. Then our first Christmas as a couple in 1975 where you threw up on me after your brothers challenged you to a drinking contest. You really need to stop accepting those. Then there was-"

"Okay, okay I get the picture," Arthur hissed. "But I enjoy these quiet celebrations. Where we can just...talk and enjoy each other's company. Just the two of us."

Ludwig hummed in agreement, taking a sip from his own beer.

As silence set in, Arthur began softly humming familiar Christmas tunes to fill it. Ludwig couldn't help but smile as he leaned against his lover, content just being there with Arthur.

"Well," Arthur began as he crushed his empty can in his hand, "since we won't make it to Alfred's in time for the party even if planes are flying tomorrow, we might as well have some of those cookies."

"Before dinner?"

"Come on Ludwig. It's Christmas. Live a little."

Ludwig shook his head with a smile as the Brit headed towards the kitchen. And Arthur complained about Alfred's diet? As much as he had reservations, Ludwig eventually reasoned that a couple of cookies wouldn't hurt this one time. Arthur returned moments later with a platter of shortbread cookies in an array of Christmas shapes. Placing the cookies on the coffee table and cracking open another beer, he settled against Ludwig once more.

The two men shared a few cookies, a few more drinks, and a few Christmas stories, eventually recalling their very first Christmas together in 1914. "I don't know what you're talking about," Arthur said between laughs, "We kicked your asses."

"Oh you're age must be catching up to you," Ludwig teased back, a little tipsy from the alcohol, "because I distinctly remember one of my boys scoring the winning goal for us."

"You little brat," Arthur spat back, though there wasn't any maliciousness in it. He grabbed a pillow and began hitting his lover with it.

Ludwig, acting quickly, grabbed a pillow as well to defend himself. Soon enough, the two lovers broke out into a pillow fight, chasing each other around the room. At one point, Arthur had thrown Ludwig off balance, and in an attempt to keep the other upright, Arthur grabbed onto him, only to crash to the floor on top of Ludwig. "Okay," Arthur said out of breath, "I think we can both agree we won something that day."

Ludwig gave him a smile. He lifted his hand to Arthur's cheek, caressing the now redden skin feeling like the luckiest person in the world. The Brit's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch.

As the two snuggled on the floor, Ludwig pulled down the blanket and wrapped it around them. Moments later the lights flickered back on.

"Well...now would be a good time to start on dinner," Ludwig sighed.

Arthur shook his head, his grip on the German tightening.

"Come on Arthur. I'm hungry."

"Five more minutes. That's all I ask."

Ludwig let out another sigh. He should have said no. He should have just shaken Arthur off him and started dinner. But he didn't. "Fine. But only five minutes." Let's just say they had quite a late dinner that night.