On The Second Day Of Christmas.. {England}

It was a quiet day like usual. Nothing but a fire crackling and the small noises your floor made as you squeaked by from room to room. 
The winter holidays were cold and you were more of an indoors person anyways so you really didn't need anymore thoughts about it. Course, you would have to go outside from time to time to get something from the store or a friend of yours wanted to chat. You were an easy going soul when you were people you liked or when you were alone. Nothing bothered you as long as everything was as it should. Winter brought out the classy side of you. A respect for the outside world, even if you weren't an outdoorsy person.

You smiled softly to yourself, sitting down on the couch an flicking on the T.V. News was the same and there wasn't any new episodes of {t.v show} on so, best to just relax in the dark by the fire. The wind whirled outside and provided a calming, relaxing, and sweet feel to the warm and cozy atmosphere. Nothing could really ruin it for you. Taking in a deep breath, you shut your eyes to savor the moment. It wasn't everyday that you got to relax like this. I guess winter IS a cool time of ye-

Knock, Knock, Knock. 

Opening your eyes, you glanced over to the door. Great, company! You thought sarcastically to yourself, praying it wasn't Alfred or someone loud. Maybe it was a bird who lost its way in the snow and knocked up against the wooded door frame. You really hoped for that. Alas, it was just a wish. A muffled voice sounded behind the door, knocking a bit rapid and less calm than before. You snuggled up into your cozy ball one last time and stood up, walking over to the door. The floor was increasingly cold every quick step you took to the door. Knowing how desperate and evil people can be on the holidays, you pressed your ear up to the white door. The cool metal greeted your warm cheeks, sending an unpleasnt shudder down your spine. Hardly audible cursing could be heard and a stomping foot to follow. "Freezing out here. Is the bloody girl even home?" Arthur? You pulled away and unlocked the door just enough for you to peak outside. The white world outside stung your eyes as they tired to adjust. "Finally, {Y/N}," A familiar voice rung out to you, seeming rather impatient. "Arthur? What are you doing here?" You asked, tilted your head as your eyes finally focused. His eyes were locked closely to yours, making an shy feeling rise to your attention. "If I could come in, I think it'd be easier for my to tell you, love." He snapped, still trying to keep his voice calm. A blush spread across your face in embarrassment and the door swung open fully for him. He raked his frosty boots on the old welcoming mat outside but, that really didn't help get the snow off. Arthur trudged in and shuddered, taking off his jacket before locating the coat rack. Hanging his winter protection up, he sighed. 
"I am terribly sorry, {Y/N}. This is probably so rude of me but, I couldn't really drive here or call you. Power is out and Alfred took my car." He hissed the name over his mouth as if trying to curse him on the spot.

"You were really the only one I could think of that I could put up with. The others are WAY too annoying. There is only so much I can take, so you were my best bet." 
You scoffed at him inside your mind. Course, you kept it to yourself. He was in need of a friend, had to WALK here in the freezing snow, and didn't have any power. After that, anyone would be angry and lash out, say things they don't mean. "O-Oh," You choked out, waking up again into the situation. In the dark, the Brit had a look of shame plastered on his face. You could barely see it, but he looked really upset. "Arthur, you can stay here. You know that!" You gave him a kind smile, brushing a strand of {hair color} hair over your ear. "It's not like I'd send you out on your ass into the snow.." That seemed to perk him up. He looked around the dark house and gave a nod.
"{Y/N}, dear, your house," Arthur's green eyes darted around in search of a switch or line he could pull to activate some illumination in the dark house. The only thing shining and flickering was the fire. To him, all it did was throw even more shadows every which-way. "It's dark." He looked over to you, expecting you to do something. You stood for a moment, trying to come to terms that as long as he stayed with you, night time was the only time that you could really shut off all the lights. You walked into the kitchen behind you and felt around for a switch, hitting it upwards. The kitchen lights and living room lights flickered to life, killing off the peaceful atmosphere that the dark gifted. A intake of air disturbed the silence. "See? Isn't that better? You can s-" The green eyed perfectionist narrowed his attention around. "See.." He muttered grimly. "S-Something wrong?" You asked, getting a bit worried. What? Was there someone else? Did he hear something? 
"What is it?" Arthur turned around, walking past you into the kitchen. "Pantry?" He stated plainly. "E-Eh? Why?" You were a bit confused as you followed behind the man for comfort. If there was something lurking in your house, then Arthur could defend you.. right? "It's next to the fridge. Arthur, what's the matter?" Something was going on, but he just kept silent. It was bugging you. Your shaky hands moved around one another, twitching every time something moved in the pantry. What if you were sitting there? In your fluffy {color} pajama pants and white shirt while some creeper was watching you. "Found it. {Y/N}, calm yourself. Nothing is wrong.. well, unless you count the mess in the living room." He walked off with broom in hand, probably going to clean for awhile. You stood in the kitchen, rubbing your cheeks that were on fire. You couldn't believe that you got so worked up and scared for no reason. He was just.. disgusted by something spilled in the living room. All good, right? He was.. just getting situated, is all. "Would you like something to drink?" You offered from the kitchen, getting a grunt in return. "Water." You shrugged, grabbing a cup and rinsing it out with hot water, put some ice in it, and poured a bit of the clear liquid.


"You know, I could have just mopped it up. You are my guest after all." You wouldn't really admit it, but it felt nice having someone clean up your house for once. You were more of a lazy person anyways.He didn't look up. He kept sweeping and building up into the little dirt piles that littered neatly around. You sat the drink on the coffee table and looked up at him. He really seemed focused on cleaning. As if Alfred wrecked everything and he was expecting company in five minutes. You watched, feeling awkward not to help. "Arthur-" Your pocket moved and buzzed, {song} playing. "O-One sec.." You held up and finger, pulling out your touch phone and putting it to your ear. 
It was your boss. He seemed angry and that wasn't like him. He was a kind man with a soft spot for animals and really hated bugging his employees on their days off. Especially on holidays. So, it surprised you when he was yelling at you over the phone. "Y-Yea.." You muttered, wanting to sink down into the floor and slide under the couch. You worked at the veterinarians office part time and you gave 110% everyday to the best of your ability. It was easy even if it could be sad and.. really disgusting. "Okay, I'll be there in a few." Arthur looked intrigued and disappointed. "What'd you do this time?" He asked like you screw up at work all the time. "Nothing. I just forgot to lock a few cages and a few cats knocked some bottles down.." You chose not to say anything. Probably still pissed, I guess.. You thought to yourself, heading up the carpeted stairs. "You'll be fine by yourself, right?" You asked, looking back at him. He was a jerk at times, yea. He was cute though. You looked down and smiled, but it was quickly broken. "I'm not a child, {Y/N}. Shouldn't you be heading out to fix your mistake?" He snapped. Flinching, you walked silently upstairs and got ready to head out. 

The house was silent. Dead silent. The calm atmosphere was but a distant memory now. It didn't set right with you. To add onto the silence, the fire started dying out while the embers sunk to the bottom, suffocating in the ashes. Arthur looked up, a blank look over his face. The floor was cleanly swept and now.. He was holding the broom. The look in his eyes made it seem like you forced him to do all the work. "Bye." You waved grabbing the handle of the door. "{Y/N}," He called out. You looked back, hoping for a small, tiny little apology. "Don't screw up." He broke your hope. You looked down, opening the door. Without thinking, you lashed out something small, but to you.. It was like trying to start war with him. 
"At least I didn't throw you out, you ungrateful prick." 
You slammed the metal door behind you, blinking your eyes repeatedly. Arthur was your friend, one of your only friends. Sure, he was kinda acting like a dick, but who wouldn't from time to time. You lowered your head, walking to your small car and unlocking the door. Maybe you could bring him back something home? Cookies? A cat? Puppy? Something to say sorry and just.. you know.. try to cheer him up and work him out of his holiday funk. Smiling, you thought to yourself about all the wonderful things you could get him. Maybe your boss would let you take some animal home..

A reasonable amount of work passes. I don't know how much, but a reasonable amount for the small mistake. Don't blame me, I'm the one giving you 12 of these.

A smile brimmed on your cheeks as you looked over to the passengers seat, a rather large box sat tightly strapped in. You were so jittery about the gift and his reaction to it, you forgot why you even bought it and took it home for him. Just a holiday gift, I guess. Carefully, you drove around the dirty grey sleet that was the street. Every yard was crisp and clean except for a few that had slush thrown into it by passing vehicles. You barely located your house in the snow, Arthur's anger now clicking to you. Yea, you'd hate to walk through this too. Pulling into the driveway, you smiled wider. He'll love it! You unstrapped the package carefully as if it were a sleeping child, dragging it out slowly with you into the snow. Immediately, flakes started falling on the bright green wrapping paper, making it look like a field of Narnia was getting snowed over again. It made you giggle a little, but now wasn't the time to be day dreaming. You crunched through the deep snow and made it to the front door and set the box down carefully, fumbling around in your pockets and small purse for the blasted keys. Wasn't it funny? The quicker you needed to go somewhere, or get into someplace, the deeper or stealthier your keys were. A few minutes of digging passed and you found them and jammed them through the front door. "Huh?" You blinked. He.. didn't lock the door? Whatever, you just wanted to get inside. Opening the door slowly, you raked your feet on the covered mat. Much like Arthur did hours ago, it didn't help. The house was warm and inviting, and the lights were dimmed down! A calming sense filled you as you stepped in, box in front of you protectively. "Arthur?" You called out, shutting the door with your shoe behind it. Silence. It was dark even though it looked like he'd started another fire. Setting the box on the sofa, you sniffed around. W-what the hell was that smell?! You shuddered and poked your head around rooms. Bathrooms, bedrooms, living room, nothing. Kitchen, duh {Y/N}. "Arthur?" You walked back into the living room and towards the kitchen. The dying embers that reflected in the green wrapping paper made you smile again. Flicking on the lights to the kitchen, the living room lights followed but, you didn't bother to turn around. 

The kitchen was a mess. Flour on the floor, burnt cookie crumbs littered around the stove, egg yolk hand prints dribbling down cabinets and the fridge. Did someone murder Arthur while he was cooking? You looked over to the table, {eye color} locking with green. "What h-happened?" You asked him. He had his shirt tied around his waist to cover his pants. Unfortunately, he had another shirt on underneath. Damn. You thought. Arthur looked surprised for a moment and cleared his throat. "I made cookies." He stated plainly, ignoring the mess scattered around the kitchen floor. "You.. cooked?" He nodded, pointing over to the spotless table that had a plate of cookies piling high neatly sat in the middle. "I was going to clean," He looked down, kind of ashamed. "But you came home and I thought it was too late. I noted my actions earlier were.. rather rude. So, I tried to make it up. Sorry.." He looked up, a blush plastering his dough smeared cheeks. You.. laughed. Laughed hard. So hard that you had to bend over and gather air. This.. obviously shocked him. "Lets just.. clean up and head into the ... living room, okay?" You hugged him tightly, pressing yourself closer to him only to get a cookie. Smiling oddly, the green eyed Blondie watched you with excitement, wanting to see you enjoy the cookie he obviously worked very hard on. It was.. a bit hard.. and.. WAY too sweet. Other than that, it was good. For once, he actually followed the recipe! And.. not an old one either. A few bites in and you were sick at your stomach. You smiled, letting go of him. "I-Its good!" Arthur smiled widely, satisfaction running through his eyes. You took his powdery hands and dragged him into the living room, turning around with a small gasp. Your Christmas decor was scattered neatly about, Christmas tree up, and boxes piled into a pile. Looking back to him, he smiled, looking tired behind the flour. "I don't think my gift can top it.." A confused look took over the tired smile. "You didn't have to get me anything.. especially after how I treated you.." You tapped his cheek and make a serious face. "Don't say that." You muttered, picking up the box and softly handing it to him. "Carefully open it." He tore one end open, exposing the label from PetSmart. "A.. pet?" He looked confused, happiness lingering behind his green pools. A shudder ran through the box, alerting that something was alive and awake. After getting all the green wrapping paper off, which by the way didn't come close to his beautiful irises, he pulled open the top and out hopped..
A bunny onto his lap. They both matched. Covered in white with only a few patches of color sprouting out. He rubbed his eyes with the clear parts of his hands and that's when you realized..

His little issues. The 'imaginary friends' that he saw. The bunny reminded him of one of them. Your face was pure red and you started fumbling over your words, reaching out for the bunny nuzzled up on his lap. "Y-You don't like h-him, s-sorry I--" You were leaned down towards his lap, so seeing his face in yours shocked you. You muttered a small surprised noise under his lips. His warmth crossed over to your mouth, shuddering you to your core. Silence fell over you both, his eyes green eyes shut tightly while your {eye color} orbs shook. It wasn't due to fear, it wasn't due to the fact that you were shocked out of your mind that you wanted to punch yourself in the face for imagining this...
It was because this was actually happening. The release noise of his lips saddened you, making a whimper escape into the hazy atmosphere. He chuckled, looking down at the small figure in his hands that nuzzled and nipped at the warm hands of the Brit. "I like him." He smiled, tilting his head towards you. "After we clean up and give Mr. Bunny a cozy place to rest.. we can continue!" Arthur pecked your cheek, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. Shock over took the warm, fuzzy feeling you had. What the hell happened to him? First, he tried to be a gentleman, became a jerk, sweet, now.. he was being lovey dovey.. You blushed, hearing his voice call you from the kitchen.
You walked in on him setting the bunny into a box. He turned around, grinning at you. "You know, we both could use a shower. Care to join me while Mr. Bunny warms up?" Your face bloomed in a bright color. He was being completely serious.
Scratch the lovey dovey crap, now he was being a flat out Francis!

"{Y/N}, I don't hear a no! Plus, think of how much water you could save.."
"You're a pervert."
"No, I'm just telling you the truth. Stop being a baby and lets go take a bloody shower."
"ARTHUR!"
"{Y/N}, I'm not arguing with you. Not like you don't want this anyways." He winked at you. 
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"... Where the fuck did you find alcohol because I need some, right now.." Arthur grinned, pulling you upstairs while dragging flour all over the floor. "I'm pretty sure you can manage one shower with me sober. Oh, and {Y/N}?" You looked away, face burning harder. 
"You really should keep your diary hidden better next time.. then you probably wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe." 
"ARTHUR! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?"
"Happy Christmas, {Y/N}!"