TomTord Oneshots

Another christmas shot

(This was requested by @lizzymorales7.
Hope it's not too bad.

Also, OH HOLY SHIT WE HAVE 151k READS AS I TYPE THIS-
Seriously we passed a HUGE milestone and I'm so happy that we did-
I should do something special for this occasion-
Idk what, though. You guys should leave suggestions down below in the comments.

Anyways, enough talk, let's get to the chapter!
Also, as I write this, Christmas Eve is tomorrow and I said I wouldn't write again until after Christmas break, probably. So, merry Christmas to all of you guys! And happy/merry whatever you celebrate if you don't celebrate Christmas, too!)

    Edd and Matt thought it would be a great idea to change things up a bit for the household of the four 'idiotic' boys. I mean, it wasn't a bad idea, it would actually help Tom get a bit more into the Christmas spirit. This idea was to do a simple secret Santa-type deal. Edd would randomly choose who each of his friends would give a present to, making a circle of the four. Tord was an unlucky bitch and Edd decided he should try to give a present to his enemy, Tom.
   Now, that wouldn't be so bad on its own. Tord could prank the shit out of Tom to get back at him, but he didn't want that. He had to admit, the Christmas spirit of everything was getting to him. He didn't want to start another fight on Christmas, he wanted to be nice to Tom for once. So, he decided to go above and beyond and try to get Tom the perfect gift. Hey, he thought, maybe it would end their feud and let them be friends again. He would love that more than anything his friends could get him.

   So, Tord went looking. Horrible thing is that Edd chose these and decided to do a challenge. He chose them in the middle of the day on Christmas Eve, giving each of the guys less that 24 hours to get a gift. Tord could slap the leader sometimes, he swore. Thanks to this time limit and Matt and Edd finding their own gifts seemingly easily, He asked the two to distract Tom so that he could buy him a present and not realize he was gone. The two agreed.
   Anyways, Tord spent the rest of the day in his old-ass black trench coat, gloves, boots, along with a hat with the Soviet Union Star on the front, walking around the cold city of London, looking like a high school kid about to blow a school up straight out of a musical. He kept his head down, except to look at the shops he would pass, trying to think. What could Tom want? Smirnoff? That seemed pretty simple, also too simple, even if Tom worshiped Smirnoff like he worshiped the porcelain throne after drinking one too many bottles. Nah, it was too simple and too predictable. He needed something better.
As he passed the stores and stopped at one, grinning. That's what he could get Tom, simple.

The store he had stopped by was a music shop that he had seen Tom walk in a few times, presumably where he even got his precious bass, Susan, from. In the window display was a huge guitar kit, complete with another guitar that looked like Tom's, but he wasn't looking at that. He was looking at the replacement strings and repair kits that came with the package, which was perfect. Tom's bass was so broken that it was tied together with duct tape, at this point. Those repair kits and extra parts from the other guitar would help him fix his precious bass. He walked into the shop and quickly paid for the kit, taking it home with him as it started to snow and the sun started to set.
Once Tord got home, he heard a few voices in the kitchen. He gulped and slowly headed down the hall to go put the kit in his room and wrap it up with the wrapping paper he had hidden in his closet. Sadly, for him, life didn't work that way, as Tom walked in from the kitchen. Tord jumped into the air like a scared cat and hid the box behind his back, holding his taller stature would hide it.
"Oh, uh, Thomas! Hello!" He grinned widely, more nervous than anything. Tom raised a brow in suspicion and walked over to Tord, who was now sweating with nervousness.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked, looking right at the commie. Tord gulped again.
"Uhhh... I was out buying something."
"Really? For who?"
"For the person I'm the secret Santa to, duh..." Tord muttered. "I think I found the perfect gift?" His sentence sounded more like a question than anything. He noticed a glint in Tom's eye, but couldn't put a finger on what it was emotionally.

"Are you sure about that?" Tom tilted his head to the side. "That the gift is perfect? Do you really know what the person wanted?"
"Why so many question, Jehovah?" Tord asked nervously. Tom grinned a bit. He grabbed the front of Tord's black trench coat and pulled him down a bit. Tord's face lit up like a Christmas tree Tom had set on fire and stared at Tom, forced to look right into his eyes. Tom chuckled.
"Edd and Matt spilt the beans. Told me everything." He laughed and wrapped his arms around Tord's neck, making Tord's face flush a darker red.
"Uhhwhyareyousoflirty?" His sentence came out so quickly that it sounded like a complete word. Tom let out another chuckle.

"Because." Tom planted his lips on Tord's for a moment before pulling back and looking at the red faced communist. "I don't really want anything for Christmas, unless it's you." He purred a bit and stood up normally, letting Tord go. He laughed at his expression and walked down the hall to his room. Tord stood there, his face completely red as his soul just kind of left his body.