Never Change {MichEmil}

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Christmas was finally just around the corner, and that was driving Michele absolutely insane.

He didn't bother spending Christmas with Emil... That much. But the real problem was shopping for gifts. Michele had always been terrible at guessing what people wanted. He was just, not good at gift shopping.

His first priority was to get Sara a nice gift that she would enjoy. He would probably get her some new shoes, or a cute dress she might like.

And thus, Michele's Christmas shopping had adventure begun. It was absolute hell.

Michele headed to the City, where everything was crowded, but they had really nice clothes during Christmas time.

There was a shop that caught his attention instantly. An expensive, but nice women's apparel store that sold nice dresses. That's where he would get Sara her first gift.

He rummaged through every single sack to see if there was anything Sara would like, but even though there were tons of dresses, to him, the racks were vacant. That was until he saw a pretty red dress with ruffles and lace on the rim. It wasn't extremely expensive either. That was the perfect gift.

He purchased it, and went to look for a pair of shoes for his beloved little sister that would match with her new dress. And he just happened to find a pair of cooper open-toed heels that looked beautiful, even sitting upon a shelf.

"Score!" He quietly cheered to himself.

He had Sara's gifts, but now the real deal was coming up: getting Emil something. And  the real challenge was guessing what Emil would actually like.

Michele helplessly wandered around various shops, only to come out dissatisfied. He swore to himself that if he didn't find anything in the last shop, he would just buy him something from E-Bay.

Fortunately for him, the store had a lot of interesting items of clothing. While Michele looked around, he asked himself the question "How would Emil look in this?" to help him find the right clothes.

He ended up buying Emil a light, almost pastel blue sweater and a white shirt with a crisscrossed line pattern on it. He also had to guess Emil's size, since he didn't really know. Emil was slightly taller then him so the size difference wasn't very much. If it fit Mickey it probably fit Emil.

Along with that, Michele decided to get Emil a box of chocolates. Italy had a lot of very good chocolate, so Michele thought Emil would like to try them.

Once arriving home, Michele begun wrapping the gifts since their flight to the Czech Republic left in two days. He was quite good at wrapping presents. He would never admit it, but he was actually looking forward to giving Emil his gift, and seeing Emil.

This was going to be interesting.

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The day finally came. Sara and Michele arrived at the Czech Republic extremely jet lagged, but they had to wait 30 minutes for a taxi to pick them up and take them to Emil's apartment.

When they finally got there, Emil instantly opened the door and greeted Sara with a warm hug, as usual. Michele didn't react.

"You're not going to scream?" Emil asked as he raised his eyebrow.

"My head hurts. I can't do anything right now." Michele answered wearily.

"Hmmmm," Emil hummed as he scratched his chin suggestively as he gave a small side smirk.

"Don't even think about it, rat."

Emil laughed and let them into his home. Emil decided to let Michele and Sara sleep in the guest bedroom, but Michele wanted to let Sara get the bed to herself. He ended up collapsing on the couch.

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Emil didn't sleep much. He was too excited to gat any rest. He wouldn't be alone. He was going to be with Mickey. This was just perfect.

He didn't close his eyes until 3am, and ended up waking up at 6am. Basically, he just made breakfast for his friends.

Sara woke up next. Emil and her just talked about dumb things and laughed, trying not to wake Mickey up, but didn't quite succeed.

"You assholes never shut up, do you?" He grunted angrily.

"Mickey! You're awake! I made breakfast!" Emil said as he walked over to Michele, hugging his neck.

"Hey, don't do that!" Mickey grunted. Emil backed away.

"Do you want walnut pancakes?" Emil asked.

"Sure... why not..."

Michele sat down at the table. Emil gave him a plate with two pancakes. Michele instantly dug in, and seemed to be enjoying them.

"Mmm. These are really good," Mickey said as he nibbled on the pancakes.

"I made them!" Michele replied proudly.

"Well, my compliments to the cook."

Emil's heart became warm. He blushed a light shade of pink and offered Michele more.

"I also made coffee!"