Secret Santa gift for SupPandaGirl . I'd like to apologize in advance because I really can't write with England, I'm so sorry for butchering bushy eye brows. I'm sorry. I tried I promise //coughing
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December 23rd 20xx
"Look at the lights! Aren't they amazing!" A small, maybe around eight years old, child with messy chestnut hair. He had sparkling emerald eyes that popped out against his tanned skin. His accent clearly showed he was Spanish.
"Hm, I guess they're nice." A small British voice responds. Next to the spaniard stood another boy the same age with dirty blond hair. He too had wonderful green eyes, though his skin had a rather pale complexion. He had (ungodly) thick eyebrows, that looked like caterpillars (or so a rather annoying younger brother said, three year olds are dumb anyways).
The two children stared in amazement, well more so one did while the other stood there just because he enjoyed being with his friend.
Lights of various color flashed in patterns and pictures on the house, shining on the boys.
On that night the two looked at each other, they had decided on a mental whim to make a promise.
"Promise you'll always be there for me?" The Brit asked suddenly, locking matching emerald eyes with each other.
"Of course!" The other responded in his normal cheerful tone.
"Pinky swear?" The blond extends a gloved pinky towards the Burnett.
The chestnut haired boy hooks his own gloved finger around the brit's
"Pinky swear."
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December 25th 20xx
The Blond Brit, who's name was Arthur had stayed friends with the Spanish man named Antonio for the next seventeen years.
Now the two still remained in the same area which they grew up in, and are both now twenty five.
They never get to talk as much as they used to anymore considering they were adults and owned homes and had to work now. The two couldn't run through the endless fields of flowers at the park in the spring, swim in pools splashing each other in the summer, they couldn't play in massive piles of leaves in the fall and couldn't throw snow balls at each other anymore.
Not that it actually bothered them, besides the fact they missed each other company. Nothing changed however, Antonio was still his normal cheerful self and Arthur was well, Arthur.
Speaking of them, Arthur worked at the local bookstore and does a little writing himself (in all honesty he's fairly good). Antonio works at a family café with his cousin's Lovino and Feliciano.
Occasionally on a Saturday the two will get together, sometimes they'll go to a bar, or go bowling whatever it may be it's usually always super enjoyable.
Now, here we are December twenty fifth. It was nearly reaching eleven PM, and some houses were quiet, while many were alive with family gatherings.
Arthur stood outside of his families normal "get together" house. It was really his grandmothers home they all decided to go to for the Holidays. He sipped his wine from his glass and looked at the shining surrounding houses. For some odd reason, most of the houses had a weird sense nostalgia. Not really the houses, but more so the fact he was staring at them. It reminded him of when he and Antonio would walk around the snow covered streets gazing at all the shining lights covering house after house. Arthur was never actually interested in the light, though he'll admit they were kinda've pretty. Either way, as said he never went for the lights, but for Antonio. He adored the way Antonio's eyes would light up every year looking at the same old lights, it was rather cute. The Brit honestly fell in love with Antonio, but he wouldn't admit that. He was terrified of rejection and being alone, he hated that idea. For a long while he just believed it was a silly crush he would get over, but it was just the opposite. As they grew older, his love for him only grew stronger. He wasn't sure why, but he realized, it was because he made him feel special, and always spent time with him. He loved Antonio for that reason, not to mention he was not only kind of heart but attractive. He missed Antonio. He missed The days where they could hang out every day with no worries, they were sadly gone.
When he heard foot steps on the wooden porch he turned his gaze to the figure, who happened to be Antonio himself. Arthur straightened himself up from his leaning position onto the railing of the porch. He cleared his throat before continuing "Antonio, what are you doing here?"
"I came here to visit you!" The spaniard responded with his normal happy smile. "I was thinking we could walk together, y'know just like when we were kids!"
Arthur smiled at the idea, he rather liked it. He nodded in agreement and soon enough the two were on the snow covered streets oh ice, lit up by the shining houses.
The two's boots crunched against the Icy snow, as they walked together catching up on what's been happening in their lives.
Just talking and walking in the snow, every once in a while letting out a laugh that turned to fog, from their warm breath meeting the cold air.
Arthur felt genuinely happy, now a days it felt like Arthur couldn't smile like he used to. Work always had put a damper on him (minus when he discussed his favorite 'hero's" in literature or when he's discussing his own works), however with Antonio being one of his only friends really made his day when the Spanish man took time out of his day to spend time with just him. Just him and Antonio.
The two stopped in front of the house with a pattern of lights and colors flashing various images, it reminded him of the one from when they were kids.
"Look at the lights! Aren't they pretty?" The childish glimmer sparkled in antonio's green eyes as he gazed at the house.
"Hm, I guess they're nice." Arthur responded simply.
The Brit felt a warm hand wrap around his own, he peeled his gaze from the house and locked eyes with Antonio. He wasn't sure what came over him in that moment but it gave an odd feel of Deja vu*.
"Promise you'll always be there for me?" He asked, not turning his head from the spaniard.
"I promise."
"Pinky swear?" His pinky extended towards Antonio
The other locked his pinky with Arthur's, before he said anything he placed his soft pair of lips against Arthur's. They kissed for a long time, but the kiss felt so passionate, even though it was only warm lips pressed against another in a simple kiss.
The kiss was broken when Antonio pulled away, keeping their pinkies connected
"Pinky swear."
