Art is not mine.
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Y/N looked dreamily at the kitchen as the scent of delectable sugar cookies wafted into the living room. Their boyfriend, France, was making sugar cookies for the holidays, and Y/N simply couldn't resist his cooking - especially his desserts.
Unfortunately for them, however, France had forbidden them from coming into the kitchen until the cookies were ready for decorating. Which, to Y/N, felt like it might be forever.
They sighed and rested their head on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, which was showing a cheesy Christmas romance movie. France loved those movies - stupid and predictable, yet sweet. Y/N wasn't quite sure how they felt about movies like that.
But, they got sucked into this one.
So sucked in, in fact, that they didn't even realize when France came into the room to tell Y/N it was time to decorate the cookies. He smirked and made his way over to the couch, putting an arm around Y/N's shoulder.
Y/N twitched in surprise and looked up at France, calming down once they saw his face, "I didn't see you there, Francis."
"Ah, yes, it seems you were too busy watching the movie, oui? I thought you hated those types of Christmas rom-coms." France said.
Y/N blushed, "I don't like them, but this one.."
"Is the exception?"
Y/N rolled their eyes.
"I'm going to decorate the cookies, mon amour, but if you want to stay here, I under.."
France didn't even get to finish his sentence before Y/N dashed by him, zooming into the kitchen. He chuckled and followed his lover, albeit at a much slower pace.
Y/N was looking at the cookies sitting on the rack ravenously, a big smile on their face. France touched their shoulder, "Decorating first."
"Of course," Y/N said, turning to him, "Where's my piping bag?"
France handed them a piping bag filled to the brim with green frosting, "You do the upper left side green, and I will do the upper right side red."
They immediately got to work, France putting the icing on with skill, making the cookies look beautiful, and Y/N... well...
Not so much.
But, they were having fun while doing it - and there was no way in hell France was going to take away that smile on their face and light in their eye by telling them their cookies looked ugly.
Once the two were done with red and green, they did the remaining to bottom sides silver and gold.
"Gold for you, plus précieux," France said, handing his lover the piping bag with gold icing. Y/N blushed at his words.
As stated before, the cookies on France's side looked very nice and refined compared to Y/N's, but Y/N really only cared about eating the damn things.
"Snowflake sprinkles, or spherical sprinkles?" France asked Y/N, holding the two bottles of sugary sprinkles up in his hands.
"Snowflake, duh!" Y/N said, and France handed it to her with a smile on his face, happy to see his love like this.
Y/N covered the cookies in sprinkles haphazardly, whereas France did it a little more... professionally? Once done, France put and arms around Y/N's waist and pulled them close. They looked up at him,
"Can I eat them now?"
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December 4th. Yes, it is 12:00 AM on December 5th, no I don't care.
I used an online translator, so if any of the French words are wrong... please correct me.
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Holidays ~ 25 Days Of Hetalia Christmas!
Fanfiction25 separate one-shots all revolving around spending the holidays with Hetalia characters. Hetalia x Reader.