USUK/UKUS One Shots

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Fluff)

Summary: Arthur still doesn't have a Christmas gift for Alfred and time is running out before Alfred's big Christmas party.

Word count: 2,171

Estimated read time: 12 minutes

A/N: Yeah, so I know all I ever write anymore is smut and angst. I understand that. I think it's because that's all I am anymore but I thought to myself, hey, it's Christmas! Maybe I should write something happy. So this is what happened. 

"Are you done with all your Christmas shopping?" Francis asked Arthur.

"No! I've barely even started and it's Christmas Eve." 

"Surely you at least have something for Amerique?"

Arthur shook his head, looking out the coffee shop window at the New Yorkers scrambling through snowy streets to get into taxis or steel buildings. "Nope. I tried to find something but there was nothing I looked at and thought, 'Hey, that's perfect!' when I saw it. Now I've ruined it all. His favorite holiday is going to suck because I'm the worst boyfriend ever!" 

Arthur's head dropped down onto the table, nearly toppling his hot tea, but Francis snatched it out of the way in the nick of time. "Oh, mon amie, it's not ruined. You know, I have an idea for the perfect Christmas gift." 

"What?" He asked, sitting up and leaning against the window. 

"Well, you know what his favorite thing in the whole world is, don't you?" 

"Hamburgers." 

"No." 

"Fireworks." 

"He does love those a lot, but no." 

"Nuclear weapons." 

Francis snorted. "Not quite. Come on, be serious. What does America love?" 

"His people. He'd die for them. Do you want me to send his country support money? Help with their economy? I mean, he is in deep debt with China. Or I guess I could talk to the Prime Minister to work out some kind of new trade deal. But his moronic President just put a 25% tax on my goods, so really, it'd be better for him to get rid of that for my present."

"You're such an idiot, Angleterre. No! You!" 

Arthur furrowed his brow. "Me?" 

"Oui, you!" 

"That doesn't make any sense. How am I supposed to be a Christmas gift? We're already dating." 

Francis raised a brow, sipping his hot chocolate and licking it off his lips suggestively. "I'm sure you'll think of something." 

Arthur's face flushed red. "No! No, I'm going to get him a legitimate present." 

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if I had a boyfriend like him, I'd take every chance I could to get pounded and-"

"Stop, stop! Ugh, you're disgusting, you bloody frog!" 

"You know I'm right." 

"No. I'll just get him a... a gift card." 

Francis rolled his eyes, sitting back in his chair. "Boring! Whatever, England. It's your relationship and he's your boyfriend, so if you disappoint him, that's on you." 

"You are not helpful." 

"On the contrary, I think my ideas were very good. You're just a prude." 

"Am not!" 

"I know." 

Arthur tried to sputter out a response to his friend (and ex-boyfriend) but he had none. Instead, he left some change on the table to tip their waitress- which was a ridiculous practice, by the way- and headed out into the bitter cold of New York City.