[Fanfic] Yuletide Greetings

[hoshiko2]

Title: Yuletide Greetings
Characters/pairings: UK/US
Rating: M for smexy times
Warning: First time writing smut not in an RP
Summary: England has never been to a Christmas tree farm. America needs to fix this.
A/N: Lol, what a horrible title, but it took way too long for me to think of one and I have finals. orz (What the hell are you doing writing fanfics then?)


England knew he had made a mistake when he off-handedly mentioned to his American lover how he had never cut down his own Christmas. It was then America spit out his soda, dropping his burger, and stared at England as if he had just stolen Christmas like the Grinch. Without England's permission, America deleted England's entire plan for Saturday, proclaiming it as "Christmas Hunt Day" with so much pomp and circumstance that England couldn't deny him. And so when England gripped the passenger handle bar in America's Prius, he had no one to blame but himself.

"Why the hell didn't you bring the blasted Hummer?" England grit his teeth, briefly wondering if he cracked his back molar.

"You hate that truck," America replied casually. "I'm going Green, remember"

"Yes, that's all well and nice, but this car is not ideal for this road!"

Said road was barely big enough for one car, let alone two. Still, it was meant for two-way traffic. England wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't on the side of a heavily forested mountain with rain threatening any moment.

England shot a glare at America. "Whatever possessed you to get a Christmas tree all the way out here?"

"California has great mountains." America changed a charismatic smile England's way. "Perfect place to get a tree."

"Watch the road you dolt!" England squawked. He pointed ahead just as a pick-up truck turned the corner. America easily avoided a head-on, pulling over and letting the larger vehicle pass. England sighed with a hand over his heart. "My God, I'm going to die…"

America whipped his head around with a much too cheery smile on his face. "Did you see that? That truck had a tree in the back of the bed!" He bounced in his seat like a child.

Rolling his eyes, England grumbled, "Is that all you care about?"

"Well yeah! I mean, why else are we up here?" America continued to sing his Christmas music, ignoring England's painfully obvious uncomfortable body language. "Why don't you like it? You always love Northern California's forestry."

England could feel his knuckles turning white, fearing that the tires were about to go over the edge of the cliff when America came around the bend. He sucked in some air shakily. "Yes, yes. I do quite enjoy the scenery, however right now, I can't even see it."

"What're you talking about? It's right in front of you!" America waved his hand out towards the windshield. England flung himself towards the steering wheel, slamming America's free hand back on it.

"Both. Hands. On. The. Wheel. Git," England seethed, pronouncing each word forcefully.

America raised his eyebrows, glancing at England. He then looked to his left and smiled brightly. "All right, we're here!"

"Praise the heavens." England felt himself relax as he sat back in his seat. He knew that this wasn't good for his blood pressure and his hair probably had a few grey strands now. America always seemed to have that affect on him, more so than anyone else. He took a look at the Christmas tree farm that spread a good acre or two.

The perfect little Christmas trees were lined up on the hill side all pruned and eagerly awaiting to be chopped down. A small one-way dirt road cut through the trees that ran around the entire farm, past a small house, and then came back around to the front again. At the entrance stood a little shack decorated to suit the oncoming Christmas season with a man out front holding the saws to cut down the trees. America waited for his turn in the line of cars before sticking his head out the window and getting the saw.

"So we can get any tree we want?" America confirmed. The man nodded with a smile. America then jerked his thumb towards England next to him. "I have a first timer. He's older than me and yet has never chopped down a tree!"

The man laughed at England, causing the nation to flush. "Th-that is not true!"

America had already taken off down the dirt road. He looked at England, confused. "What? But you said you had never cut down a Christmas tree before."

"If you had listened to me completely, you'd know I've never cut down my own tree, idiot. There have been plenty of times I was present when one of my monarchs cut down their own tree or when I helped, but as for my own personal time, I never saw a reason to."

"Never-! Never saw a reason to?" America parked the car, giving him the chance to stare at England incredulously. "England! It's a Christmas tree!"

England stared back at America with an emotionless expression. "Yes, and if I recall, you celebrate more than one holiday this month."

"That isn't the point. I try and treat them all equally." When England scrunched up his face in disbelief, America flapped his hands in defense. "Keyword is trying, Artie!"

England laughed as he got out of the car. He could feel his stomach unclenching now that his feet had touched solid ground. The crisp air was refreshing to his stressed senses. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the pine surrounding him and couldn't help but smile. "I always love this part of your nature," he mused aloud.

America joined him at his side, the saw lazily held over his shoulder. "That's totally why I brought you here."

England smirked, carefully taking America's hand. "It wouldn't also be because this part of you is more lenient towards our type of relationship now would it? Or would it be so I can hear your California accent?"

America laughed loudly, starting off towards the rows of trees. "I thought you said my Southern accent was your favorite!"

"It is, but I still enjoy your California accent. It's rare. You're hardly on this side of the coast because of work." England turned his head as he looked around for possible Christmas trees. Some were too big or too small, a few even looking like weeds. Then there were those almost perfect, but with a bald spot in the back or odd branches arching out like a disfigured arm.

America let out a sad sigh. "Don't remind me. I'd rather spend Christmas on any of my Western states than deal with the snow back East. I hate the cold."

"Yes, as you tell poor Japan every year." England stopped America and pointed at a modest tree. "What about that one? It looks nice."

"Nice isn't what we're going for here, England. We gotta find an amazing one." America started to move away. "You know, a giant beacon of sheer Christmas."

"I beg your pardon?" England turned to America with a laugh. "Did you really say a beacon of Christmas? Where do you come up with these things?"

America stopped and pointed with the saw in excitement. "Hey look! That one's perfect!"

England looked at where America was pointing to. He wasn't far off base. The tree was of a nice size, not too big or too small, the branches were evenly spaced to add the best chance for ornaments and lights to hang, and it didn't seem there were any dead or bald spots. With a smile, England nodded. America was off to it at once, sawing away at the tree a little way up from the base. England stood back and watched, gladly admiring the view as America had pulled up his sleeves to show off his well toned muscles. This was probably the only good thing that had come from their adventure, though it didn't warrant the near-death experience from the car ride up.

A sudden cold drop splashed on England's nose. He wriggled it and looked up. Another hit his cheek and then another. England's eyes widened. "Oh no," he whispered.

"Did you say something?" America asked. He lifted his head to look over when a rain drop landed on his glasses. He took them off, looking at them before looking up at the sky. "Oh shit. Is it really starting to rain?"

"And the fog's coming in," England said, pointing at an area behind America. The heavy fog was rolling down the hills, heading straight for the farm. "Hurry up and let's get out of here! That road will become unbearable if it starts to rain."

America nodded, hurrying to finish. When the tree was heard snapping, England stepped back to give America more space so he could tilt it to the side, pulling it up from the sawed off base. He hoisted the tree easily in one arm and carried the saw in his other. "Okay, lead the way back to the car."

England quickly took off down the path. What was once dirt was rapidly turning into mud. The nation slipped a few times and could hear America do the same behind him. However, he was bound and determined to get out of here before it truly began to rain.

"Here, unlock the car." America tossed England the keys. "Get me the twine in the backseat, will ya?"

England fumbled with the keys, shoving them into the lock. Once unlocked, he flung the door open and tossed the twine to America. "Do you need my help?"

America shook his head, easily setting the tree on the roof of the car. "There's a little overhang behind you. Why don't you go under it and stay dry?"

England nodded, shivering slightly as the rain started to thicken. He rushed over to the welcoming white arms of the overhang. Under it was a small coffee stand the owners of the farm had set up. A few people were already huddled under there, clutching their arms in a meek way of keeping warm. England gratefully accepted a cup of hot cocoa as he watched America tie down their tree. He felt a twinge of guilt, wishing to be out there and help, but when he called out to him, America would wave him off, saying he'd get in his way.

The rain never let up. With the fog rolling in and the rain increasing in intensity, England seriously reconsidered taking off any time soon. But when America wiped his head around to get the wet hair out of his eyes with a bright smile of his face, England knew he'd agree to anything he said. Damn him for making his heart skip a few beats. That boy was far too happy to be soaked to the bone.

"All right! Tree is successfully tied on to the car!" America saluted England. A few girls looked over, giggling as they hurried to their cars.

England grumbled, tossing his cup into the garbage. Yes, far too happy. He shrugged his jacket over his head, going out in the rain, and promptly slipped on the mud. With a cry, he flailed his arms out in an attempt to grab onto something. It was all in vain as his butt slammed hard into the compact ground. He cried out in pain just as America came up to his side.

He held out his hand to help England up. "Aw shit, sorry. I tried to get here as fast as I could, but it was like it went in slow motion and-"

England roughly shoved America's hand away, barking out, "Just get in the bloody car before the rain gets worse!"

America bolted to the car, slamming his door shut just as England followed suit. He carefully made his way down the now muddy path while trying to ignore England's mutter under his breath. He feared it was some kind of curse. After paying for the Christmas tree, the car slowly eased its way onto the road. England gripped the handle bar again.

"England, don't do that, please." America glanced over, furrowing his brow. "It makes me nervous. I'm not that bad of a driver."

"Please don't talk," England said through gritted teeth. "I want your full attention on the road."

"Nothing's going to happen. Relax, k?" But then the car slid slightly to the right. And England screamed. And the car stopped moving. "…Well nothing happened!"

"BLOODY HELL AMERICA!" England gave the nastiest look at America with a very pale face and heaving chest. "Nothing's going to happen? Something happened! Now we're stuck, aren't we?"

America held up a finger, winking confidently at his boyfriend. "Not quite, my bushy-browed lover. You're in the car with me!"

England narrowed his eyes. "You're not going to do something stupid are you?" But America was already out the door, his body becoming soaked in the rain again. England reached for him. "Get back in here! What're you doing?"

The American paid him no heed. He ran to the front of the car, inspecting underneath the wheels. The clouds had made the sky turn dark, but the trees made it impossible to see. America looked at England, still in the car. He waved his hands and pointed at the headlights. England leaned over, flipping them on. America's head disappeared from view, supposedly to check on the tires now that he had light. England sat back against his seat with his arms crossed and an exasperated sigh. Suddenly, the car tilted backwards.

With a cry of surprise, England grabbed on to the handle bar. He looked around, terrified that the car was sliding down the cliff, but the car was still in place. The front had just decided to lift itself up into the air. America's head popped up over the top with a bright grin. "Hey! England! Can you press on the gas? I want to get the back wheels out of the mud!"

England steadied himself and sent another scathing glare to America. Nevertheless, he scooted over to the driver's side of the car. Gently, he pushed down on the gas. The back wheels were heard squealing in the mud. The car, however, made no movement. England pressed down a little harder on the gas and still there was no movement.

After rolling down the window, England stuck his head out. "Now the back wheels are stuck!"

"Not to worry!" America dropped the front of the car. England rocked forward with a grunt, bracing himself on the steering wheel. America raced to the back, easily lifting it up again. He moved a little to the left so that the wheels were no longer in the same patch as before. "Ok! Hit the accelerator again!"

"America, this is ridiculous!" England called.

He waited until America came around the side of the car. His hair had dropped down in front of his face, save for Nantucket, and his glasses were impossible to see through. "Well, what do you want to do? Wait in the car until the rain lets up?"

"If that means we don't almost die from this God forsaken death trap of a road, then yes." England opened the door, pushing it into America's chest. "Now get in here before you drown, git."

America laughed, joining England in the car. He shook his head like a dog and then flipped his head back. His hair fell around his face in a ratty mess. "Oh man! That is some COLD water!"

"Why did you go out there if it was cold then?" England asked. He shook his clothes with his nose turned up as some of the rain had splattered on him.

"I couldn't just leave you in a stuck car, now could I? What kind of hero would I be?" America flashed a brilliant smile causing England to look away. "But we're safe now. The storm should pass. It doesn't rain that often in California's Decembers."

"How delightful…," England mused. He was looking out at the rain. His butt was still sticky from the mud. He sat up slightly, looking back to see there was an impression of his butt left by the mud. "I'm sorry about your car seat."

"Hm? Why?" England pointed down at the stain. "Oh! Don't worry about that. Hey, why don't you change out of your pants? That must not be too comfortable."

England's face flushed a bright red. "I most certainly will not! What will I wear?"

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked," America said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm gonna take off mine."

Ignoring England's protests, America pulled his shirt over his head. He lazily tossed it into the backseat and started on his shoes. "What's the big deal? If I don't get out of these wet clothes I might get sick."

"So you'll drive home in the nude?" England hissed. America shrugged. "How obscene."

America smiled deviously. He leaned over. "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what?" England looked around. "There's no one here. What is there to be jealous of?"

"You know when you start getting all flustered, it's my favorite thing to watch. Screw television, I could sit here and watch your reactions all day." America laughed as England punched him in the arm. His face was so red, it was a dead giveaway of the older nation's feelings. America glanced down at England's crotch, smiling all the more. "Or are you just turned on by the fact I'm about to get naked?"

"America, I swear," England groaned. He hid his face behind his hands. "Why is it when you open your mouth, you sound so hopelessly idiotic?"

"For the same reason you sound so damn uptight when you get really horny." America poked England's cheek, chuckling as the he retaliated with a smack at his finger. He then poked the man's crotch earning a short gasp in surprise. "Oh ho, I knew it. Come, let's warm each other up."

"I do not need warming, America," England said slowly. His tone had taken on the fatherly warning voice that America loved to flat out ignore. He just snuggled up closer to England, laying his hand over his crotch. "Stop it. We're on the side of the road. This is far too indecent."

"You know you don't want me to," America purred in his ear. "And it's raining way too hard for any sane person to drive on this road now."

England's ears turned a lovely shade of pink. He feebly pushed America's hands away, trying to not look at him. "Damn you are cocky when you get horny… This would be pleasant if the road we were on wasn't on the side of a cliff as well! What if the bloody car tips to the side and falls off the cliff?"

America belted out one of his obnoxiously loud laughs. England willed himself to not blush even more so the younger man wouldn't know how much he loved that laugh. He always was one to nit-pick at that particular laugh. He had to keep up the reputation that he hated it. "England, that's some crazy idea normally I would come up with! Okay, we've been dating too long!"

"S-so what?" England shifted in his seat. He looked out the window in slight fear. He hadn't even noticed that America's hand was still in his crotch.

"So, that means you need to get in the damn backseat right now."

America wasted no more time. He pulled England into his arms, crushing his lips and silencing any ridiculous protest he had. With the smaller man in his arms, he easily moved them over the middle console and into the backseat. America loved holding England in his arms. It made him feel as if he was the greatest hero alive and he was protecting England from all the pain he had received over his life. Not that England was some damsel in distress or anything, just that ever since the end of WWII, he'd gotten quite happy at the fact that England greatly loved America for coming in to save him. So he always looked for that chance to hold him in his arms knowing that it brought them the same shared happiness from years spent together.

Once in the backseat, the seats were pulled forward to lie flush with the cargo area. America rocked the car slightly as he pushed England down onto his back. Their lips separated for a moment before the Englishman gripped America's neck in order to forcefully bring them back together. A slight moan escaped America's mouth as he felt England starting to show his true colors. Oh yeah, he wanted this.

England was trying to devour America's mouth and get into his wet pants. However, the rain had made America's jeans tight around his hips. The boy made a noise of discomfort as he pulled away from England's lips.

"Hold on. Lemme just." He shimmied out his pants while England quickly made haste of his own clothes. "Ah, that's so much better."

Now, both naked, they came back together all arms and desperate gasps and hurried kisses. America was still a little chilled from the rain, but their passionate foreplay was quickly heating him up. However, there was no lube. Both men had agreed quite long ago that they would never make love without some sort of lubrication. It just hurt too much otherwise, no matter how passionate they became.

As America littered England's neck with nips and open mouthed kisses, England looked around for something to act as a replacement for lube. There was a rather hard bite to his neck that caused him to arch up into America's chest, his nails digging into his strong back, and moan. His desire rubbed between America's legs and he could feel the same being returned to his inner thigh.

"A-Alfred…," England sighed. His eyes fluttered closed, knowing he was far gone as he had used America's human name.

"Yes Arthur?" America reached down and stroked England's tender member. He smiled as his lover twitched and jerked up into his hand.

England shook his head back and forth; a move America thought was caused from his touch. But then England opened his eyes. "N-no…"

"No?" America stopped.

England then flipped them over. "No… You worked… hard for us today. Now I'll give you a little bit of service…"

With that, he stuck his fingers into America's mouth, prompting him to suck them. As the younger boy became busy with his task, England helped himself to America's body laid bare before him for his viewing pleasure. His long drawn out licks along his taught, tanned skin up to his perked nipples made the American writhe in sheer pleasure. He moaned into England's fingers, his breathing quickening.

Finally, England pulled his fingers back. America prepared himself to be penetrated and spread his legs. However, it was England who moved to insert his now slick fingers into his private area. He shuddered slowly, knowing America was watching him. Part of America's enjoyment came from watching England's reactions. So England made sure that he scrunched up his fully flushed face, dropped his jaw, and let his head fall forward in aching desire.

America couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled England's fingers out. The older man looked at him, not at all surprised. This was the time when America would beg for him to go on with it and stop the foreplay. With a smirk, England moved so he was over America's throbbing hard on. He gently settled himself right down on top of it, sighing as he felt the slow penetration.

"It's all the way in," England whispered, smiling down at his lover. He got a loving smile in return, not the same one he ever flashed outside that made girls giggle. This was England's very own special smile that he alone got to see.

They always started slow, with careful and delicate pushes and pulls. Both meeting halfway to feel, kiss, connect with the other's body. America was normally the one to try and speed things up, enjoying the way they ravished one another in the throes of love, but England always calmed him back down with a kiss and a gentle touch on his neck or ear or on his hip. He preferred everything to last so he could savor how America ached for him, pined only for him, always only him.

"Alfred… Oh Alfred…" England knew that always sent America over the edge. It wouldn't be long before the gentle part of their sex would heat up. He smiled as America reached for him.

But England pulled back. He smiled down at America, arching back. He felt hands grip his hips, guiding him when he would slide down. His head flopped forward to see America watching him with half lidded eyes and a long lusty smile. His hair was matted down to his flushed cheeks and neck. England ran his hands down his bare chest, enjoying the feel of every muscle, knowing they belonged to him. A loud growl came from America causing England to look back to him with a smirk.

"Yes?"

"You fucking sexy…" He pulled England down for a kiss that lasted for only seconds. England jerked up as he moaned loudly. He had just hit a rather wonderful spot.

America wrapped his arms around the smaller man again, keeping him close as he quickened the pace. England couldn't stop him now. Their lips were inches from one another and panted against the other's skin. America still had his glasses on, something that England mumbled a complaint of forgetfulness. The offensive glasses were tossed aside.

The rain lashed at the car adding some noise along with their moans and gasps. England had sat back up and was clawing at America, feeling his climax coming soon, but he wanted to hold out just a little more. Just a few more thrusts, messy kisses, and loving stares into each other's eyes. But America couldn't hold out that long. He came before England, calling his human name as he did so and lying lax underneath him. England hurried to finish so he would not be alone in his ministrations.

America helped him with his hand, but it didn't take more than three pumps of his hand on England's leaking cock before the man came as well. With a haggard breath, he lay atop America with a hand on his chest and the other in his hair. America snuggled him up under his chin, rubbing his back slightly.

"I told you it would be fun…" England lightly hit America on the chest.

"Don't be a such a prat," England mumbled. "I don't need to hear you going off about how you told me so."

America was silent for a minute. "…Next year we should go to a pumpkin patch with a corn maze."

"We are not having sex in a pumpkin patch," England said flatly.

"No, not in it, but in the car nearby it." America laughed and gave England a chaste kiss on the forehead. England glared up at him.

"No." America poked him on the nose and laughed again. "No, America."

"But I love you."

"And I love you too, but that does not mean you will take me in the backseat of your car every time we go out for holiday events." England sighed, shaking his head.

"Well it should be." And with that, America shut up his boyfriend with a kiss. He knew he'd get his way in the end.

England knew he would too.

Hoshiko2's cents: BASED ON A TRUE STORY! Minus the smut. And sadly, I was not with an Englishman. I was with a crazy Italian who should've been a little drunk rather than freaking out in the passenger seat. And yes, this did actually take place in the Californian mountains I live near (so if you wanted to know where I lived, now your curiosity has been quelled).
This was my first attempt at writing smut (outside of an RP with close friends), so I'm really nervous.
Please leave a review and let me know how I did. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed it!

Also, Merry Christmas to everyone! And for those who don't celebrate, I hope you enjoy the holiday season!