Snow [Hey Ho]

Alex can remember when he was a kid and loved winter days. Hell, he still loves it when he wakes up to the whole house being cold and the window covered in white, flakes still flailing as he looks up at the sky with the glee, despite the fact he's in his early 20's now.

Of course, a lot has changed since he was a kid. He's currently living it up in the White House as the First Son of the United States, he doesn't exactly go sledding anymore since he broke his wrist when he was 12 and oh, yeah, he's a boyfriend now.

Alex's smile got just that bit brighter than the fairy lights strung around the columns of his balcony when he thought of Henry, currently still sleeping in their bed and unaware that Alex has their whole day planned the moment he wakes from the dead.

Of course, given Henry's from the UK, he's no stranger to snow, but Alex knows Henry is not experienced with American snow. It's completely different, despite the blonde insistence it's all the same and today, he aims to prove it as he rushes inside to get himself ready.

Today is going to be awesome.

"Must we really go outside?" Henry grumbled from beside him a few hours later as he tied the lace on his boot where he sat on a nearby chair, making sure it couldn't come undone later and cause him to injure himself. "I would have much rather stayed in bed and warmed up."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of a little snow, baby." Alex teased and he chuckled seeing the tips of Henry's ears and his cheek go flush light red as the latter raised an eyebrow at him. "You do remember I'm from a country where it snows for pretty much half the year, right?"

"What, that hardy British snow? Sure, but this is purebred US snow. It's all slush and sleet my friend." Alex grinned as stood up. "In fact, I can't wait to see the look on your face when you hit your first patch of ice. I'll save you of course, but it'll still be hilarious."

Henry rolled his eyes and replied, "The last thing I will be doing as a seasoned veteran of being in the snow is falling over, Alexander."

"You say that now-" Alex mocked singsongingly, but happily led Henry down from the second floor to the first floor then outside and down the steps to the White House lawn, which was blanked in a thin sheen of white, a few wet piles of actual snow here and there as they made their way down the path, intending to head for the South Fountain and onwards to the kennels to go find David to take him on his walk.

Of course, being that fate was clearly against him, Henry didn't have to wait long before Alex's prediction came true, as for as soon as they rounded the corner near the fountain, Henry's feet slipped out from under him and he landed on his bottom with a thud, groaning with a soundtrack of Alex hysterically laughing from somewhere on the sidelines.

"Looks like the snow got the best of you, Your Royal Highness!" Alex said in between laughs and oh, did that set Henry off. Dusting himself off and using the nearby fountain as a handhold to retrieve himself from the pavement, he quickly changed forward and pushed the unsuspecting Latino into a nearby pile of snow, watching with satisfaction as Alex pulled himself out, eyes wide and voice sputtering as his hands waved, trying to dig himself out, before his expression fades seeing a glob of slush in Alex's hand.

"Don't you even dare."

Alex only smirked before the snowball decorated his jacket lapel, the cold sloppy feeling of the snow oozing its way into his Henley fury enough to get Henry to move, making his own snowball and swiftly returning fire as the fight was truly on.

Snowballs flew from all sides. Alex was using the snowbank as an automatic reloader despite Henry's aim being on point while Henry ducked behind the ice-covered fountain like a shield and used it to dodge a selection of shots from Alex's side. Both of them were laughing as they did so, taunting eachother to try and get hit, usually losing most of the time.

Eventually, Alex found a moment to suddenly run out shouting 'rapid fire!' and throwing several snowballs in succession before tackling Henry, rolling around in the snow before they finally sat up with a laugh against the fountain, breathless.

The original intention in that moment was to take a break to catch their breath before they got up again, but Alex noticed a group of tourists nearby taking pictures of them as they sat there trying to keep warm. Despite having gotten together almost 3 years ago, the people's fascination with them hadn't seemed to die out in that time, which gave Alex an idea, his head turning towards Henry mischievously. "Got some stage 3 clingers, baby. Let's give them something to really remember."

Before Henry could respond properly, Alex grabbed him, put a nearby stick in his mouth and started to dance the tango with him in the snow, much to the amusement of the tourists gathered at the fence. Henry, at the absurdness of it all, couldn't help but burst out into laughter after a few moments and soon, getting in on the act, they were both spinning and dancing in the snow, Alex sending Henry gracefully into a spin before they continued.

They possibly would have kept going (or at least they might have till they finally got back to their senses and went to get David), but whatever they had planned came to a very abrupt end when the gardener in his snowplough appeared out of nowhere and mowed past them, spraying them with a wave of slush that soaked them though, leaving them wet and dripping.

Yeah, no. They were totally not walking David like this. The little guy would just have to wait till he was let back into the house later that day to see them. What they needed now was a shower and some warm clothes, stat.

As they walked back to the White House, shivering, blue-lipped and all too aware that Zarah would possibly be waking them both up tomorrow by smacking them with a newspaper and shouting at them to stop giving her more headaches to deal with, Henry turned to Alex with a smile and said, "Well, that was certainly more enjoyable than I thought it was going to be. I'm actually quite glad we didn't go and get David and put him all through that. He could have possibly ended up a slush-puppy, the poor darling."

Alex, not expecting the joke, burst out laughing. "Slush-puppy? Oh my god, Henry."

"I'm just telling you as it is, I don't need the cold shoulder." Henry smirked at Alex's groan as he continued up the stairs, the Latino's voice floating upwards. "Did your brain freeze over so hard from that snowplough that you're going to be making ice puns for the rest of the day?"

Henry, ever the dramatic, stands straight and turns back to the latter from the top of the staircase, looking passive as ever. "Perhaps you could just...let it go?"

If Ellen Claremont hears a whine that sounds an awful lot like her son having a mental breakdown from her office, she chooses to swiftly ignore it.

The country doesn't run itself after all.