[Secret Santa 2012 Fic] Eggnog Kisses
Title: Eggnog Kisses
Author:bookwormally
Recipient: zo_one
Genre: Romance, fluff, general silliness
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: America is unhappy with the stress the holidays have put on his relationship with England. So at his annual Christmas party he cuts loose. The results are both terrible and better than he could have hoped.
Notes: I hope you enjoy it!
Staring down at his cup America was forced to admit he had no idea which one it was. It had to be the third or fourth he definitely hadn’t had five yet or maybe he hadn’t had six? Either way he was very much still in control of himself and he had gotten up to dance on the table with his shirt off because he was too sexy for his shirt dammit!
England had totally overreacted when he all but tackled him trying to get him down and shoved his shirt over his head before stomping off again red faced. America had pulled his shirt on correctly and muttering to himself, got another cup of eggnog… And then another… Okay maybe he should stop. After all taking a drink every time thinking about England frustrated or saddened him was the surest way to alcoholism.
Drinking his feelings away to party happy bliss did seem like a great idea no matter the probable black mail material later. Come along with the holidays had been much tension between England and America. And while Canada, Japan, and everyone else swore it was normal and they would work it out eventually, the holidays brought more stress for everyone, America wanted it better now. There was no holiday quite like Christmas for spending time with loved ones after all. He had considered everything he could do to convince England of his love, even France’s plan to send America to him as a mail order bride had been a possibility for an almost embarrassing amount of time.
Desperate for some air and clarity of mind, America strode for the balcony of his flat. It was cold out, but a great relief from the heat inside. Already his senses had sharped and he leaned on the railing, taking in the glittering lights of New York City all around him. Relaxing into the noise that was as familiar as his own heartbeat, America enjoyed a moment without thought. And as with such moments, clarity followed or as much clarity one could get after five maybe six cups of spiked with something stronger eggnog.
America didn’t need to do something big to show England how much he loved and missed him; he just needed to tell him. Filled with the maniac energy of love America charged back into the party determined to find his grumpy Brit. Across the room there was his emerald eyed wonder leaning against the arch that lead into the kitchen underneath the mistletoe. Perfect.
As America stepped forward, France appeared and captured England’s attention. Instead of arguing France gestured to the plant above them and leaned forward slightly. England’s eyes darted upward before he raised an eyebrow. France leaned even closer and then America was there. England was treated to a full dip kiss, rough and fiery before being brought back to his feet. He was speechless and gaping at his assaulter. America kissed him again softly and pulled back just enough to meet England’s eyes. “I love you.” Before he could formulate a response America emptied his stomach on England’s good shoes.
“Stupid, lovely idiot. I cannot believe him. In front of everyone!” Muttering more mixed insults and endearments, England finished scrubbing the mess in the kitchen. Everyone had cleared out quickly after their host had been guided to bed by a smirking Canada. Speaking of, the northern Nation poked his head into the kitchen. “Everything good in here?” Nodding England stood.
“As long as you and Francis straightened the living room everything is well.” France gave the affirmative as he too stood in the archway. “If that is all you need we will take our leave.” Sighing England lead them to the door. “Thank you for your help. I think I can manage the rest.” The last was said with a wry smile and he wished them well on their way. England then headed for America’s bedroom.
Which appeared empty as did the other likely destination, the bathroom. A cold breeze alerted him to the cracked open door of the balcony. Pushing it open slightly with a toe he was treated to the view of America silhouetted against the city. “This is definitely not the best way to avoid getting sick.” America jumped as if scalded at the calm statement and flushed straight to his hairline.
“Arthur I am so so sorry.” More apologies were muffled as he buried his burning face in his hands. Enjoying the sight of this side of the usually shameless Nation, England hide a smile as he joined America at the railing. “For which bit? Assaulting me in public or getting sick on my shoes?” America threw him an unimpressed look. “I will not apologize for kissing my boyfriend under the mistletoe.” At England’s raised eyebrow he stumbled on quickly. “But I am really sorry about vomiting on you. Oh God and everyone saw!”
Patting the distraught man’s back, England laughed. “Indeed they did, but really America it’s no matter. It cleaned up fine and everyone will forget… eventually.” Blue eyes peeked through fingers with a scowl. “You are terrible at comfort. Will you forget?” Prying his hands away England placed his own around America’s neck and leaned into him. America’s arms settled around his waist as the Briton spoke. “Of course I will. What went before is much more worth remembering. That was a kiss.”
America pulled them flush together and whispered, “Ha I knew you liked it. How about another?” Their lips grew closer until… “Have you brushed your teeth?” America huffed. “Way to ruin the moment England.” The Briton crossed his arms. “I am not giving you a kiss until I’m sure. Maybe you’ve forgotten what you did in there, but I had to clean it up!” America blew a breath into his boyfriend’s face sending the strong fresh scent of mint. “Happy Mr. Hygiene?”
A snort was the response as England brushed snow off his shoulder. “I am actually. I hadn’t noticed it coming down, but you’re covered in snow.” America laughed and brushed the snow off both of their shoulders leaving them with frosty crowns. A sly smirk made its way onto his face. “Better warm each other up then.”
“Why Mr. Jones that is quite the tempting offer.” Their warm breath intermixed and swirled above them in the night sky. Surrounded by softly falling snow, wearing crowns of white, America and England kissed slow and sweet. The clock in the living room began to chime the midnight hour breaking the two Nations apart. Together they whispered, “Merry Christmas.”
Author:bookwormally
Recipient: zo_one
Genre: Romance, fluff, general silliness
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: America is unhappy with the stress the holidays have put on his relationship with England. So at his annual Christmas party he cuts loose. The results are both terrible and better than he could have hoped.
Notes: I hope you enjoy it!
Staring down at his cup America was forced to admit he had no idea which one it was. It had to be the third or fourth he definitely hadn’t had five yet or maybe he hadn’t had six? Either way he was very much still in control of himself and he had gotten up to dance on the table with his shirt off because he was too sexy for his shirt dammit!
England had totally overreacted when he all but tackled him trying to get him down and shoved his shirt over his head before stomping off again red faced. America had pulled his shirt on correctly and muttering to himself, got another cup of eggnog… And then another… Okay maybe he should stop. After all taking a drink every time thinking about England frustrated or saddened him was the surest way to alcoholism.
Drinking his feelings away to party happy bliss did seem like a great idea no matter the probable black mail material later. Come along with the holidays had been much tension between England and America. And while Canada, Japan, and everyone else swore it was normal and they would work it out eventually, the holidays brought more stress for everyone, America wanted it better now. There was no holiday quite like Christmas for spending time with loved ones after all. He had considered everything he could do to convince England of his love, even France’s plan to send America to him as a mail order bride had been a possibility for an almost embarrassing amount of time.
Desperate for some air and clarity of mind, America strode for the balcony of his flat. It was cold out, but a great relief from the heat inside. Already his senses had sharped and he leaned on the railing, taking in the glittering lights of New York City all around him. Relaxing into the noise that was as familiar as his own heartbeat, America enjoyed a moment without thought. And as with such moments, clarity followed or as much clarity one could get after five maybe six cups of spiked with something stronger eggnog.
America didn’t need to do something big to show England how much he loved and missed him; he just needed to tell him. Filled with the maniac energy of love America charged back into the party determined to find his grumpy Brit. Across the room there was his emerald eyed wonder leaning against the arch that lead into the kitchen underneath the mistletoe. Perfect.
As America stepped forward, France appeared and captured England’s attention. Instead of arguing France gestured to the plant above them and leaned forward slightly. England’s eyes darted upward before he raised an eyebrow. France leaned even closer and then America was there. England was treated to a full dip kiss, rough and fiery before being brought back to his feet. He was speechless and gaping at his assaulter. America kissed him again softly and pulled back just enough to meet England’s eyes. “I love you.” Before he could formulate a response America emptied his stomach on England’s good shoes.
“Stupid, lovely idiot. I cannot believe him. In front of everyone!” Muttering more mixed insults and endearments, England finished scrubbing the mess in the kitchen. Everyone had cleared out quickly after their host had been guided to bed by a smirking Canada. Speaking of, the northern Nation poked his head into the kitchen. “Everything good in here?” Nodding England stood.
“As long as you and Francis straightened the living room everything is well.” France gave the affirmative as he too stood in the archway. “If that is all you need we will take our leave.” Sighing England lead them to the door. “Thank you for your help. I think I can manage the rest.” The last was said with a wry smile and he wished them well on their way. England then headed for America’s bedroom.
Which appeared empty as did the other likely destination, the bathroom. A cold breeze alerted him to the cracked open door of the balcony. Pushing it open slightly with a toe he was treated to the view of America silhouetted against the city. “This is definitely not the best way to avoid getting sick.” America jumped as if scalded at the calm statement and flushed straight to his hairline.
“Arthur I am so so sorry.” More apologies were muffled as he buried his burning face in his hands. Enjoying the sight of this side of the usually shameless Nation, England hide a smile as he joined America at the railing. “For which bit? Assaulting me in public or getting sick on my shoes?” America threw him an unimpressed look. “I will not apologize for kissing my boyfriend under the mistletoe.” At England’s raised eyebrow he stumbled on quickly. “But I am really sorry about vomiting on you. Oh God and everyone saw!”
Patting the distraught man’s back, England laughed. “Indeed they did, but really America it’s no matter. It cleaned up fine and everyone will forget… eventually.” Blue eyes peeked through fingers with a scowl. “You are terrible at comfort. Will you forget?” Prying his hands away England placed his own around America’s neck and leaned into him. America’s arms settled around his waist as the Briton spoke. “Of course I will. What went before is much more worth remembering. That was a kiss.”
America pulled them flush together and whispered, “Ha I knew you liked it. How about another?” Their lips grew closer until… “Have you brushed your teeth?” America huffed. “Way to ruin the moment England.” The Briton crossed his arms. “I am not giving you a kiss until I’m sure. Maybe you’ve forgotten what you did in there, but I had to clean it up!” America blew a breath into his boyfriend’s face sending the strong fresh scent of mint. “Happy Mr. Hygiene?”
A snort was the response as England brushed snow off his shoulder. “I am actually. I hadn’t noticed it coming down, but you’re covered in snow.” America laughed and brushed the snow off both of their shoulders leaving them with frosty crowns. A sly smirk made its way onto his face. “Better warm each other up then.”
“Why Mr. Jones that is quite the tempting offer.” Their warm breath intermixed and swirled above them in the night sky. Surrounded by softly falling snow, wearing crowns of white, America and England kissed slow and sweet. The clock in the living room began to chime the midnight hour breaking the two Nations apart. Together they whispered, “Merry Christmas.”