A UsUk kind of Christmas : Part 2December 5thA UsUk kind of Christmas : Part 2 by ~Dorky3599
Arthur flicked his scarf back again as he walked down the streets of Dallas, Texas. He was on his way to the Home Deport to meet Alfred. Arthur felt the small smile creep up on him before something small and white and cold floated down from the sky.
"Oh..." The smile widened as snow began to fall.
Arthur didn't see the person coming up behind him as the snow was falling. He wasn't ready for those warm arms to wrap around him or that red and white fuzzy hat to be pulled over his head.
"Iggy!" Alfred said cheerfully as Arthur jumped about a thousand feet high before turning around and glaring at the bloody git of an American.
"God damn it Alfred..." Arthur said as Alfred adjusted the Santa hat he'd put on Arthur, "Could you not do that!"
"Hahaha I see you're in a good mood!" Alfred laughed before turning Arthur back around and shoving his hands into his pockets.
Arthur rolled his eyes dramatically before walking along side Alfred. The snow fell gently around them, it slowly
A UsUk kind of Christmas : Part 1A UsUk kind of Christmas...A UsUk kind of Christmas : Part 1 by ~Dorky3599
His alarm was buzzing but he was way to lazy to reach over and stop it; pulling a pillow over his head instead. He'd been up all night thinking and going though Tumblr so he wasn't in the mood for being a person today.
"ALFRED!" Came a yell from the front door.
Said American sat bolt upright on recognizing the British accent. There came more banging on the door as Alfred dragged himself out of bed. He shivered as he made his way down the stairs, 'Note to self... Wear more then pants during winter...' Alfred thought as he reached the door.
"Hey iggy..." Alfred muttered as he opened the door and slid his glasses on.
It was faint and thankfully unnoticed, but Arthur blushed at what met him at the door. Alfred in nothing but superhero pajama pants, messy bed hair and his glasses.
"H-hey..." Arthur muttered as he tried so hard not to stare but it was hard.
"Come in.. it's cold..." Alfred said as he ushered Arthur inside before shutting the door,
An Englishman Laced Chapter 11 [America x England] An Englishman LacedAn Englishman Laced Chapter 11 [America x England] by ~AnonymousLovely
Chapter 11: The Nick Of Time
A Post-Revolution USUK Production
Alfred had been pleasantly surprised as the other brought his lips down-- or rather up, considering their difference in height, onto his own. Of course he had been too confused to had actually done anything but it was still enjoyable nonetheless. But his initial shock had been nothing compared to what he felt as he heard those that one phrase leave his lips. His previous anger vanished in a blink of an eye and was replaced with a smile. "You just said them. Three words that could convince me to stay." He glanced briefly at the clock behind Arthur's head. "And just in the nick of time.
"Arthur," the American held one of the Englishman's hand is his own. Using his free left hand, he brought up the Brit's other hand up to his cheek and held it in place. "I just needed to know that you loved me and that you were willing to try." He leaned in, giving a quick peck to the smaller nation
The Little Ornament BoysThe Little Ornament Boys by *ArthurJones93
Christmas time, a time for family, decorations, and love.
A family decorating their tree is always a wonderful thing, the mom, the dad, and the young daughter who helps make the tree beautiful. “Mommy, can we put the new decorations up now?” the young girl asked. The mother chuckled lightly and kissed her head, “Of course sweetheart.”
The little girl grabbed one and put a small little wooden boy with blond hair and green eyes and a very festive outfit onto the tree. A moment later, she put a little decoration of another small wooden boy, but with blue eyes and another festive outfit close to the other little boy.
The boy with blue eyes smiled some looking out the window at the snow and sighed happily. He glanced over at his decoration neighbor and had to take a second glance before smiling and staring some.
The other boy didn't seem to be paying attention because he was staring out the window as well and smiling.
The boy with green eyes then looked over a moment
Don't Mess with the British EmpireIt was during the Imperial century when England had begun to learn many things about himself. It wasn't anything to do with his own country but merely his own self, who he was as a person, what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to gain. After the victory over Napoleon England was left with no serious international rival, of course Russia had always been considered some sort of threat to him, but on the sea, England was unchallenged. England had been standing tall on the steamship that powered onwards across the choppy seas that lay endlessly before him, his seas that he had policed with his supreme power.Don't Mess with the British Empire by ~jillyred
Ten million square miles of territory making the British Empire the largest by far, it made him feel big, unstoppable, and invincible. England had found himself grinning and scowling out at the vast seas around him each time he had set sail on a voyage out into the seas he had claimed as his own.
A bittersweet smile of power and yet an overbearing loss that consumed his heart during
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King[February 6th, 1952]APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King by ~YecatsCullenLOTR
"He's dead, America."
The American nation turned around abruptly in the British estate, jumping up from the couch as he heard his lover's voice.
England leant there, against the doorway of the study, in a sopping wet coat, dripping onto the carpet. America flinched at the Brit's paler-than-normal skin, and his shaking body.
"Jeez, Iggy, get out of that coat! It's freezing out there!"
England didn't move, didn't even chastise the other for the nickname as America quickly stripped him off the clothes, didn't even pay attention to the chattering of his own teeth. America himself did not want to remember the words the older nation had spoken in a deadpan as he entered.
"England. Hey, England." No answer. Just a blank stare, and a cold shaking that was startlingly familiar to America.
"ENGLAND!" That snapped him out of it. The older nation flinched slightly, before turning a more accustomed glare on the American. "What, you git?" "You kinda spaced out there, babe."
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