Hetalia One-Shots

FrUk : Choices❄️

Christmas is never an easy holiday. Especially as a couple sharing guests and a house. Decorations and the meal has to please both parties, finding common ground with your significant other who has total opposite tastes as yours can be very difficult and draining. Arthur and Francis were out to complete the house preparations before their Christmas dinner, the only thing missing: their Christmas tree.

They both intentionally left that choice as the last, knowing it was the one which brought up the most fights. The color of the napkins, the spices of the turkey, all were settled fair and square. But the Christmas tree, that was just hell.

The long-haired blond stared out the car window, his forehead pressed against the cold glass. Arthur was driving them to a local Christmas market where they sold pine trees. The center of the town was strung up with glistening lights and resonated with cheerful carols. The couple stepped out of the car and into the cold air. They walked one pressed against the other up to the temporary conifer forest.

The area was covered with hundreds of different trees, tall and lean, short and bulky, crooked and almost bare, all kinds were gathered and presented. The fresh smell was sweet and comforting. Arthur and Francis began their search.

They separated ways and evaluated the trees on their own. After ten minutes, they met up at entrance of the labyrinth, each carrying a pine in their arms. Arthur's was just a little shorter than himself, had many sturdy and green branches, had a strong trunk and a broad silhouette. Francis' was tall, the branches slender at the top then wide at the bottom, giving the tree a nice cone shape.

The blue-eyed blond scoffed and leaned on his tree. "You're not considering that fatty thing are you?" he sneered raking his locks out of his face. Arthur glanced at his choice then back at his partner with a glare.

"My tree is fine! What about yours? It has holes in it, the branches aren't neatly spread," retorted the irritated Brit. Francis frowned and examined his tree again with surprise. He then closed his eyes and waved his hand.

"It is a metaphor... to show how even the prettiest of all have their flaws," he argued adding passion in his words to make it credible.

"Bull."

Francis scowled. He pointed to Arthur's tree, his finger going in circles in a judging manner. "Well, yours is simply ugly. And look how small, are you trying to show how miser you are? And my guests! What will they think?"

"Our guests will think nothing of it. And it being small has nothing to do with me being stingy! Have you seen our living room? It can never fit a titan tree like yours!"

"Of course my tree will fit. You'll see. I'll show you, once we buy the tree."

"Oh no!" disagreed Arthur, trying to pull Francis' tree out of his hands. "That noodle can just stay here!"

"Excuse moi? Noodle?" exclaimed the dramatic blond. He yanked Arthur's pine out of his hands and frowned. "Well I'm taking your ugly potato! I shall never allow it to stand in my fabulous salon!"

The Brit grabbed his tree and pulled it near him, engaging a tug-of-war with both trees. They stood there, in front of many passersby, bickering over which tree they should take back home. They began shouting insults in their native languages and almost knocked over a toddler.

"Sirs! Sirs! Please," broke off the seller. The couple came to realization of their whereabouts and dropped everything. They apologized and gathered both trees setting them aside. They grabbed the nearest pine and bought that one, scurrying away from the scene they made.

Once inside the car and their purchase in their trunk, they began laughing hysterically. Arthur started the engine and Francis rested his hand on the short-haired blond's. They drove out the market and back to their home.

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The Frenchman hummed thoughtfully with his legs crossed on the floor. He stared at their Christmas tree standing proudly in the center of their living room. In the end the tree wasn't so bad, it wasn't too tall nor did it have holes. It was the perfect height, had the perfect silhouette and color. It was almost fully decorated, simply missing a few ornaments.

Arthur came back with a cardboard box and a cup of tea. Francis pursued hanging the colorful orbs on their pine as his partner sat on the carpet against the couch. Soon, the only remaining decoration to be put was the tree-topper. The blond stood on a chair and reached out to place the golden star on the top.

"What in the bloody world are you doing?" exclaimed the green-eyed man. Francis looked at him confused.

"Why, putting the star of course."

Arthur crawled to the cardboard box and pulled out an angel. He raised it up and frowned. "You know the angel is better. It has more meaning!"

"Nonsense, the star has a true purpose, guiding the mages to the baby Jesus. Your angel is simply a side character."

"How dare you! Angels are much more important that stars."

"Mais oui, c'est ça..."

"Besides last year you got to put the bloody star. This year it's my turn," grumbled the Brit trying to get Francis to step down the chair. He received a kick in the jaw and a protest.

"I do not care. The angel is ugly. And stupid. It will not crown my tree."

"Your star is the one that is idiotic! And our tree needs a little grace, it looks like hell."

"How dare you?" shrieked the Frenchman swatting Arthur with his foot. "It is the most pure thing this house has ever withheld!"

The green-eyed blond snarled and stepped onto the chair, pushing Francis. He tried to reach for the top but the man was taller and pulled him away. In their wrestle, they slipped and fell on the ground. They groaned and pushed themselves up, rubbing their sore areas. Both looked at the top of the tree in surprise.

Somehow, in their fall, they threw their toppings which miraculously landed on the top of the tree. They were hooked on one another, crowning the tree together. Arthur and Francis laughed and kissed each other in apology. They laid back against the couch and watched their Christmas tree twinkle with its multicolored lights.

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  This is for @LaundryTheLesbo who requested this one-shot. I'm sorry if it's not really good, it's my first time writing FrUk so I don't really know how the characters would act with each other... Anyway, Merry Christmas!