Wonderful Christmas Time [1/2?]
Title: Wonderful Christmas Time
Author: sppandachan
Rating: PG-13 [For Language]
Characters/Pairings: America, and England. // USxUK
Summary: A blizzard leaves America stranded in a Russian airport on Christmas Eve, expecting to spend Christmas alone, America was in for a surprise when her learned a certain island nation was stuck along with him.
Warnings: Mix use of Human and Country names. Language.
Notes: One of my two usxuk secret santa assignments. Yeah I said two. Me and my crazy pinch hitting self. haha Anyway, this fill be for akisilver I hope this lives up to your expectations.
I haven't exactly reached the main request for your fill in this chapter, so please bare with me. I always have useless plot build up in all my fics @A@
I should be wrapping up this fic in one more part, but some times when I write the characters have a mind of their own, so it may stretch out to three, but hopefully that'll be the longest it gets. haha
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The fact that it was Christmas Eve should have been enough reason for Alfred to be happy, and normally if it was any other year he would have been; it was the Christmas season after all, which only means good cheer all around. But even so, Alfred couldn’t help, but be at least slightly depressed of the thought that he as going to be alone Christmas Eve because he was stuck in some small Russian airport because a blizzard which prevented his flight along with any other flights for the next 24 hours to arrive or depart.
This is exactly why he didn’t want to have a meeting (and in Russia no less) so close to Christmas. Air travel was ridiculous as it already is, then add in Christmas season, and Russia with their cold weather, that did not add up right in Alfred’s mind.
All the other nations appeared to have been lucky enough for their flights to have occurred before the blizzard brew in.
‘Lucky bastards,” Alfred thought. Even if Alfred’s flight wasn’t cancelled he would have spent Christmas alone because Tony decided to go back home and visit his family after Alfred explained what Christmas was all about to him. But even so, Alfred would rather be home Christmas eve, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate sitting by the fire while watching one of ABC Family’s sappy Christmas movies for their 25 Days of Christmas Television event. He would then at least have some comforts of home.
Unlike being stuck in this airport run by that commie bastard, Ivan who likes to remind him how he’s no longer communist, but Alfred always ignored that fact. As far as Alfred was concerned as long as he was asking people “become one with me” he is still a “commie bastard.”
Alfred sighed as his turned off his PSP. No matter how much he loved or exciting his Indiana Jones games was, it's just not as fun after beating it 5 times on this one trip alone.
Alfred sat around thinking about what he could do in leu of playing his video game. Maybe he could do some exploring. If he was up and about that might cure the restlessness he was currently feeling from just sitting around. Alfred looked around his surroundings; the airport for the most part was pretty deserted save a few of the employees working.
Swinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, Alfred began exploring the airport making sure to proceed with caution as he wandered around. Ivan or no Ivan present, this was still Russia, and Alfred wouldn’t put it passed Ivan to leave a parting “gift” for him.
Without even realizing it, Alfred began exploring the halls as if he was in some sort of action film like James Bond or Mission Impossible; leaning up against walls, making dashes at any intersecting hallways.
Alfred probably would have gone on for another hour or so if he wasn’t firmly knocked on the head while he was peering past one of the wall. Alfred quickly dropped his bag, and grabbed his head.
“Hey man, what’s your deal?” Alfred said angrily while turning around to face his attacker.
Alfred surely wasn’t ready to see what he saw next.
Rather than seeing some stranger, Alfred was shocked to see a familiar man of slightly shorter stature with messy blond hair, green eyes, and of course his signature, hard to miss, huge eyebrows.
“E-England!”
Arthur tsked as he rested what appeared to be a Sherlock Holmes collection book on his shoulder, which Alfred could only assume was Arthur’s weapon just now, “My ‘deal’-as you so put it-is the fact you are parading around this airport like some sort of incompetent secret agent.
“Your shenanigans are disrupting all the employees from their work, and myself from my read. Would it kill you to just for once to act your age America?”
“Jeez Iggy, it’s not like I did it on purpose. I just kinda involuntarily did it. Probably from beating that Indiana Jones game 5 times on this trip,” Alfred shrugged.
“Be more astute of your surroundings, America. You’re not in your country where acting like a barbarian is completely acceptable in public,” Arthur reprimanded.
“I don’t act like a barbarian! I’m just not a stick in the mud like you are,” Alfred defended.
“I’m not a stick in the mud as you so kindly put it America,” Arthur said in a clearly irritated tone. “I just act like a civilized human being.”
“Then prove it!” Alfred challenged.
“And prove what exactly, pray tell?” Arthur asked half heartedly, obviously not caring much for what Alfred had to say next.
“That you’re not a stick in the mud, of course!” Alfred grinned. Maybe, just maybe Alfred thought he could get a bit of fun out of Arthur. Then being stuck in this airport wouldn't be so unbearable.
“First off, I don’t need to prove anything to you, America," Arthur stated, crossing his arms. "Second, try not going with an obvious ploy next time if you want me to do something.”
As expected Arthur saw right through Alfred’s obvious bait. Alfred pouted for a bit, but quickly changed his tune when he saw Arthur make the obvious indication that Arthur would whack him with his very hard and heavy Sherlock Holmes collection book again if he didn't cut it out.
“So… what are you doing here anyway?” Alfred asked, changing the subject to get Arthur in a less book-pain inflicting mood.
“The same as you, wanker,” Arthur replied irritably. “I’m stuck here due to the storm.”
“Then that means we’re both stuck here, for Christmas I mean,” Alfred said.
“So it seems,” Arthur replied. “What are you so down for? It’s not like you had any big plans or anything, right? Probably just get fat off of some of your poorly decorated Christmas biscuits.”
“Dude, they're called 'cookies' and I don’t think you have the right to mock anyone’s cooking when yours caused food poisoning which had to postpone a meeting since everyone got sick,” Alfred grumbled.
“I-That was not my fault!” Arthur exclaimed. “Ungrateful git, and here I was actually slightly concerned for you. Not because I care about you or anything. I just don’t want to deal with your moping if I’m going to be stuck with you for what’s suppose to be a jolly holiday.”
“But yeah, I didn't have plans with anyone. Mattie said he had something else to do this year, and he’s the only one I ever really spend Christmas with,” Alfred explained. “But even if I’m spending Christmas alone, spending it at home is much better than spending it in some commie country.”
“You do realize that Russia isn’t communist anymore, right?” Arthur asked.
“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a commie bastard,” Alfred grumbled.
Arthur sighed. There really was no use getting into that boy’s head. He was too hardheaded for his own good.
“So did you have any plans for Christmas?” Alfred asked curiously.
“No, nothing in particular anyway. I probably would have ended up doing some embroidery,” Arthur replied.
“So you would have been alone too?” Alfred said gravely.
“W-what’s with you all of a sudden America?” England asked. “I would be lying if I didn’t say your lack of your usual overwhelming, cheerful obnoxiousness isn’t creeping me out.”
“Christmas is a holiday about spending it with people you care about, and here we are stuck in an airport,” Alfred explained.
“Well I’m sorry that my company isn’t as good as your xbox at home!” Arthur replied angrily.
“Uh… that came out wrong,” Alfred said. “It meant it more like I’m here with you, two people who planned on spending a special day alone. It's not like hate your company.”
“O-oh… well it looks like you retained some of the manners I taught you then.” Arthur replied.
“Hey, Iggy?” Alfred said in a questioning tone.
“Don’t call me that insufferable nickname!” Arthur yelled.
“I was just thinking, why not do something fun together here at the airport to help pass the time while we’re stuck here?” Alfred said completely disregarding what Arthur was just saying.
“Depends on what you think is ‘fun’ America. I’m certainly not going to run around this airport doing a fail impersonation of James Bond,” Arthur stated.
“I was just being on my toes! You never know what shit Russia might pull!” Alfred exclaimed.
“True enough I suppose. Russia is one creepy nutburger,” Arthur agreed. “So do you have anything in mind that you would like to do?”
“Not a clue,” Alfred smiled.
“I figured as much, but lucky for you I know I have a number of print outs of things to do when one is stranded at an airport,” Arthur stated.
“Wait, you actually look into what to do when you’re stranded at an airport?” Alfred asked.
“It’s called being prepared America, and as we can see that paid off splendidly today didn’t it?” Arthur replied.
“Well I suppose, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s weird,” Alfred declared.
“Do you want my help or not?” Arthur asked.
“Fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Alfred said. “So what does the list say?”
“Look for yourself, and pick a few of whatever you fancy,” Arthur said as he handed him the stack of papers.
“I thought you said had a number, not an entire research paper about it,” Alfred said, as he flipped through the pages.
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll choose something, and won’t give a fuck about your say, so just-“
“Ah ha! This one let’s do this one!” Alfred said pointing to the paper, and holding it right up to Arthur’s face, so close that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what Alfred placed in front of him.
“Don’t put it so close to my face git!” Arthur said, snatching back the article, so he could read whatever the blasted American picked out. As soon as he saw Alfred’s choice is face paled.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Arthur said in disbelief.
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Extra Notes
And I leave this part to end here for dramatic effect. Whooo. As I said earlier I have two assignments for the secret santa event, so I'm working on this and the other one simultaneously, which means my next update will probably be for that fic instead of this one.
I hope this wasn't too terrible. @A@
Author: sppandachan
Rating: PG-13 [For Language]
Characters/Pairings: America, and England. // USxUK
Summary: A blizzard leaves America stranded in a Russian airport on Christmas Eve, expecting to spend Christmas alone, America was in for a surprise when her learned a certain island nation was stuck along with him.
Warnings: Mix use of Human and Country names. Language.
Notes: One of my two usxuk secret santa assignments. Yeah I said two. Me and my crazy pinch hitting self. haha Anyway, this fill be for akisilver I hope this lives up to your expectations.
I haven't exactly reached the main request for your fill in this chapter, so please bare with me. I always have useless plot build up in all my fics @A@
I should be wrapping up this fic in one more part, but some times when I write the characters have a mind of their own, so it may stretch out to three, but hopefully that'll be the longest it gets. haha
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The fact that it was Christmas Eve should have been enough reason for Alfred to be happy, and normally if it was any other year he would have been; it was the Christmas season after all, which only means good cheer all around. But even so, Alfred couldn’t help, but be at least slightly depressed of the thought that he as going to be alone Christmas Eve because he was stuck in some small Russian airport because a blizzard which prevented his flight along with any other flights for the next 24 hours to arrive or depart.
This is exactly why he didn’t want to have a meeting (and in Russia no less) so close to Christmas. Air travel was ridiculous as it already is, then add in Christmas season, and Russia with their cold weather, that did not add up right in Alfred’s mind.
All the other nations appeared to have been lucky enough for their flights to have occurred before the blizzard brew in.
‘Lucky bastards,” Alfred thought. Even if Alfred’s flight wasn’t cancelled he would have spent Christmas alone because Tony decided to go back home and visit his family after Alfred explained what Christmas was all about to him. But even so, Alfred would rather be home Christmas eve, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate sitting by the fire while watching one of ABC Family’s sappy Christmas movies for their 25 Days of Christmas Television event. He would then at least have some comforts of home.
Unlike being stuck in this airport run by that commie bastard, Ivan who likes to remind him how he’s no longer communist, but Alfred always ignored that fact. As far as Alfred was concerned as long as he was asking people “become one with me” he is still a “commie bastard.”
Alfred sighed as his turned off his PSP. No matter how much he loved or exciting his Indiana Jones games was, it's just not as fun after beating it 5 times on this one trip alone.
Alfred sat around thinking about what he could do in leu of playing his video game. Maybe he could do some exploring. If he was up and about that might cure the restlessness he was currently feeling from just sitting around. Alfred looked around his surroundings; the airport for the most part was pretty deserted save a few of the employees working.
Swinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, Alfred began exploring the airport making sure to proceed with caution as he wandered around. Ivan or no Ivan present, this was still Russia, and Alfred wouldn’t put it passed Ivan to leave a parting “gift” for him.
Without even realizing it, Alfred began exploring the halls as if he was in some sort of action film like James Bond or Mission Impossible; leaning up against walls, making dashes at any intersecting hallways.
Alfred probably would have gone on for another hour or so if he wasn’t firmly knocked on the head while he was peering past one of the wall. Alfred quickly dropped his bag, and grabbed his head.
“Hey man, what’s your deal?” Alfred said angrily while turning around to face his attacker.
Alfred surely wasn’t ready to see what he saw next.
Rather than seeing some stranger, Alfred was shocked to see a familiar man of slightly shorter stature with messy blond hair, green eyes, and of course his signature, hard to miss, huge eyebrows.
“E-England!”
Arthur tsked as he rested what appeared to be a Sherlock Holmes collection book on his shoulder, which Alfred could only assume was Arthur’s weapon just now, “My ‘deal’-as you so put it-is the fact you are parading around this airport like some sort of incompetent secret agent.
“Your shenanigans are disrupting all the employees from their work, and myself from my read. Would it kill you to just for once to act your age America?”
“Jeez Iggy, it’s not like I did it on purpose. I just kinda involuntarily did it. Probably from beating that Indiana Jones game 5 times on this trip,” Alfred shrugged.
“Be more astute of your surroundings, America. You’re not in your country where acting like a barbarian is completely acceptable in public,” Arthur reprimanded.
“I don’t act like a barbarian! I’m just not a stick in the mud like you are,” Alfred defended.
“I’m not a stick in the mud as you so kindly put it America,” Arthur said in a clearly irritated tone. “I just act like a civilized human being.”
“Then prove it!” Alfred challenged.
“And prove what exactly, pray tell?” Arthur asked half heartedly, obviously not caring much for what Alfred had to say next.
“That you’re not a stick in the mud, of course!” Alfred grinned. Maybe, just maybe Alfred thought he could get a bit of fun out of Arthur. Then being stuck in this airport wouldn't be so unbearable.
“First off, I don’t need to prove anything to you, America," Arthur stated, crossing his arms. "Second, try not going with an obvious ploy next time if you want me to do something.”
As expected Arthur saw right through Alfred’s obvious bait. Alfred pouted for a bit, but quickly changed his tune when he saw Arthur make the obvious indication that Arthur would whack him with his very hard and heavy Sherlock Holmes collection book again if he didn't cut it out.
“So… what are you doing here anyway?” Alfred asked, changing the subject to get Arthur in a less book-pain inflicting mood.
“The same as you, wanker,” Arthur replied irritably. “I’m stuck here due to the storm.”
“Then that means we’re both stuck here, for Christmas I mean,” Alfred said.
“So it seems,” Arthur replied. “What are you so down for? It’s not like you had any big plans or anything, right? Probably just get fat off of some of your poorly decorated Christmas biscuits.”
“Dude, they're called 'cookies' and I don’t think you have the right to mock anyone’s cooking when yours caused food poisoning which had to postpone a meeting since everyone got sick,” Alfred grumbled.
“I-That was not my fault!” Arthur exclaimed. “Ungrateful git, and here I was actually slightly concerned for you. Not because I care about you or anything. I just don’t want to deal with your moping if I’m going to be stuck with you for what’s suppose to be a jolly holiday.”
“But yeah, I didn't have plans with anyone. Mattie said he had something else to do this year, and he’s the only one I ever really spend Christmas with,” Alfred explained. “But even if I’m spending Christmas alone, spending it at home is much better than spending it in some commie country.”
“You do realize that Russia isn’t communist anymore, right?” Arthur asked.
“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a commie bastard,” Alfred grumbled.
Arthur sighed. There really was no use getting into that boy’s head. He was too hardheaded for his own good.
“So did you have any plans for Christmas?” Alfred asked curiously.
“No, nothing in particular anyway. I probably would have ended up doing some embroidery,” Arthur replied.
“So you would have been alone too?” Alfred said gravely.
“W-what’s with you all of a sudden America?” England asked. “I would be lying if I didn’t say your lack of your usual overwhelming, cheerful obnoxiousness isn’t creeping me out.”
“Christmas is a holiday about spending it with people you care about, and here we are stuck in an airport,” Alfred explained.
“Well I’m sorry that my company isn’t as good as your xbox at home!” Arthur replied angrily.
“Uh… that came out wrong,” Alfred said. “It meant it more like I’m here with you, two people who planned on spending a special day alone. It's not like hate your company.”
“O-oh… well it looks like you retained some of the manners I taught you then.” Arthur replied.
“Hey, Iggy?” Alfred said in a questioning tone.
“Don’t call me that insufferable nickname!” Arthur yelled.
“I was just thinking, why not do something fun together here at the airport to help pass the time while we’re stuck here?” Alfred said completely disregarding what Arthur was just saying.
“Depends on what you think is ‘fun’ America. I’m certainly not going to run around this airport doing a fail impersonation of James Bond,” Arthur stated.
“I was just being on my toes! You never know what shit Russia might pull!” Alfred exclaimed.
“True enough I suppose. Russia is one creepy nutburger,” Arthur agreed. “So do you have anything in mind that you would like to do?”
“Not a clue,” Alfred smiled.
“I figured as much, but lucky for you I know I have a number of print outs of things to do when one is stranded at an airport,” Arthur stated.
“Wait, you actually look into what to do when you’re stranded at an airport?” Alfred asked.
“It’s called being prepared America, and as we can see that paid off splendidly today didn’t it?” Arthur replied.
“Well I suppose, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s weird,” Alfred declared.
“Do you want my help or not?” Arthur asked.
“Fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Alfred said. “So what does the list say?”
“Look for yourself, and pick a few of whatever you fancy,” Arthur said as he handed him the stack of papers.
“I thought you said had a number, not an entire research paper about it,” Alfred said, as he flipped through the pages.
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll choose something, and won’t give a fuck about your say, so just-“
“Ah ha! This one let’s do this one!” Alfred said pointing to the paper, and holding it right up to Arthur’s face, so close that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what Alfred placed in front of him.
“Don’t put it so close to my face git!” Arthur said, snatching back the article, so he could read whatever the blasted American picked out. As soon as he saw Alfred’s choice is face paled.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Arthur said in disbelief.
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Extra Notes
And I leave this part to end here for dramatic effect. Whooo. As I said earlier I have two assignments for the secret santa event, so I'm working on this and the other one simultaneously, which means my next update will probably be for that fic instead of this one.
I hope this wasn't too terrible. @A@