( ooc. ) asakiku ; So, here is your Christmas present ♥ ! Not much to say here, I wasn't sure what to give you so I wrote this and I hope you like it ! It turned out longer than I planned omg
But anyway, merry Christmas ~ lots of love and smooches from your waifu ♥
Even the coldness from a winter night could be forgotten when the warm spirit of Christmas covered the entirety of the city-- It couldn't be other way, specially considering the amount of colourful lights hanging from everywhere.
Evidentially, Christmas was there once again. And so, America organized a party for his friends, not-so friends, and those who felt compromised to assist to said event.
England didn't consider himself part of any of those categories, but he was there anyway due to reasons that his "unique" personality wouldn't allow to explain.
Despite the loudness, the always dangerous quantity of mistletoes, and the hideous Christmas-sweater that Liechtenstein knit for him, not everything was bad. Softly smiling and with the company of Italy and Germany, one of his reasons to be there didn't seem to notice his presence. For now, England was wishing he could find Japan alone soon; a gift for him was waiting under the tree.
Though asking for some time alone seemed to be impossible considering where they were.
Dragged to karaoke with Spain, trapped in the middle of a discussion with Romano, and almost caught under the mistletoe with France ( a near-death experience ) . Extensive minutes passed until England found an escape and avoided the crowd to appropriate of the solitary balconies of America's house. The blond let out a sigh, that party was starting to make him tired... Maybe some alcohol could help. Yes, a drink or two ( or three ) could revert that fatigue and tiredness. That was what he was telling to himself when he was shifting to enter the house again, but . . .
" -- Japan ? "
His so awaited moment was there. And as expected, England had no idea how to react.
But something should have been expected, though: Someone like Japan needed a time away of that overwhelming atmosphere. The reason of his presence at the party could be explained mostly by America's " special " methods of persuasion. Truth was, that the nation of far East was wishing to be surrounded by the quietness of his house, even if he had indeed enjoyed sharing some moments with Italy, Germany and other nations.
The growing tiredness inside him said it all: It was difficult to keep up with the rhythm of the younger.
And thus, he had looked for refugee in that dark balcony, slightly surprised by England's presence. " Ah-- England-san; forgive me if I interrupted you. " The blond seemed a bit contemplative before he noticed his presence.
" No you didn’t. Actually, I was looking for you. " England’s words came out with a hint of doubt in his voice. And for the love of God, Saint George and the Queen, if anybody dared to interrupt them, he was not going to think twice about it and just throw them out of the balcony.
With that thought in mind, England waited for that “anybody” to enter in scene.
But nothing happened.
It was just him.
The distant sound of joy.
Kiku’s perplexed yet harmonious expression.
And a cold breeze caressing the back of his neck.
" England-san? " Which reminded him…
" Stay here-- I’ll be back in a minute. " The gift for Japan was still inside. The blond rushed inside while his japanese friend stared with the same confused expression as before.
Whatever England was planning, he could take all the time he wanted, Japan was not going to leave that peaceful place any time soon. Leaning towards the railing, the Japanese took a better look at the city before him. Colourful lights dancing through the street, while the stars in the dark curtain of sky shined among the cold.
A night-sky drowned in stars -- It made him wonder . . .
" I'm back. " His attention switched quickly to the owner of that distinct voice. England came back soon, but with a slightly ruffled hair and his tie a bit messier than before ( who knows what happened to him in the short amount of time he was inside ). Lastly, Japan noticed a bag wrapped in a typical festive paper resting in his arms. He waited for an explanation, and England quickly gave one.
Closing the distance between them, England took a few steps while he started talking: " I-- I have this for you. " Giving these kind of gestures was always difficult for him, but when it was about Japan, it had an special difficulty, yet not in a bad sense. When the blond handed said gift, he received a couple of blinks in confusion from his friend before he accepted it, muttering a " Thank you. " Which was immediately followed by another formal " It wasn't necessary. " England just waited for him to open it, keen to see his reaction. And when that moment happened, he could have sworn that he saw a small smile curving Japan's lips.
The gift consisted in a red scarf knitted by Arthur himself. It had the charm of a handcrafted object -- Which meant that it was unique and unrepeatable; only for Kiku and no one else. " I made it myself " said England. " I supposed so " answered Japan. Some seconds of silence, both of them trapped in their own mind, until the japanese stopped his contemplation, and gazed up to his friend. " It's lovely, thank you. " Simple words enough to make England smile. " Should I try it now? "
" Ah-- Yes. But please, allow me. " Gently taking the scarf out of Japan's hands, the blond proceeded to lean forwards him and wrapping the piece of cloth around that pale neck himself. Even after finishing accommodating the scarf England didn't stepped back, and allowed himself to look at his friend for some more time. Maybe it was the red contrasting with the pale tone of his skin, maybe it was the way the lights surrounding the city caressed his figure -- Or maybe it was the way those dark eyes kept him captive of his gaze.
Or maybe it was something he already knew.
Arthur's heart started to beat faster, loud enough to make him deaf to the words and restrictions in his mind. Heart and lips acted quicker than brain, with the security he had lacked minutes ago, England muttered: " You look wonderful. " As you always do.
What was that? After noticing what he said ( and the way, the circumstances in which he said it ) , the blond gave a few steps away from Kiku, trying to find a way to correct it. Or at least to not make it seem in the exact way he intended. " I mean-- This colour suits you... " Was that really useful? England doubted it. Anyone would have doubted it -- It couldn't be the other way, even his own body was betraying him. A blush started to cover his cheeks, one that despite his softness, made England felt this heat completely. Almost as if snow could melt at the slight touch of his skin.
Japan only muttered another " Thank you " not without seeming less startled by England's words. But still, the anglo-saxon nation could only wish to know what was really happening inside his mind.
" Should we go back? "
" No, let's stay here for a few minutes more. "
A particular moment of peacefulness shared between two lonely creatures. With the stars and the winter as witness, they both felt glad to be right next to the other.
But England didn't say it.
And neither did Japan.
Both of them only stayed in silence, childishly waiting for Christmas miracles to be real.
" Maybe I can try again next year. "
