So basically some good ol' fashioned UKxUS fluff, but in winter-format. As in, sharing scarves, sipping hot-cocoa, walking through Christmas markets... etcetera. The reason for the order isn't because I want America to be uke-ish, but I find that people who set the 'order' as such tend to get his dorky side better. And I do love his dorkiness.
No smut please.
Bonus: America complaining about thick clothing, and England makes a lewd joke about taking it off, but doesn't follow through with it because they're in public and he doesn't want America to get cold.
Squinting, England stared up at the towering monstrosity and snorted, shaking his head in bemusement. "It's like that tree from that ridiculous, redneck film of yours."
"Aw, man, it's Christmas. D'you gotta criticize my heartwarming classics every chance you get?"
Sniffing, England bumped his cold cheek against his and it felt nice enough to elicit a rosy flush in his own. "Very well, darling. I won't say another word about your smashing holiday films, even if they DO so happen to have Christmas trees several feet too big for the ceilings and rabid squirrels hiding amongst the branches."
"Scrooge."
Doing his hardest to scowl, America ducked his head and hid a smile in the muff England brought-the ONLY one, conveniently enough, considering he knew America always forgot his gloves-so the two had to share, their free hands intertwined together underneath the rabbit fur. Eyes softening, England pulled his hand free and kissed the skin. "Ermph. Hurry up. It gets so bloody cold out here."
"I can't decide." He spun around in a circle in the forest of dark evergreens dusted lightly and sweetly with snow like powdered sugar. His arms were extended as if he made to make a snow angel in the air and take flight. Somewhere a cheesy, overplayed Christmas tune was tinkling from speakers. "I want 'em all!"
England rolled his eyes but smiled. "To narrow it down, why don't you pick a tree that actually fits through the door this time?"
"That was one year and you know it! 'Sides, I wasn't the one who bought that little tree in the hopes of embarrassing me for that Christmas party!"
"Like you didn't anticipate and thoroughly one-up me on the occasion," The man sighed, humming when America affectionately poked him on the nose.
"Guess we should hurry up. I'm freezing my jingle bells off here and I hate bein' buried under all these heavy clothes," he complained, looking down unhappily at himself. "I can barely move! I feel like Ralphie's little brother, what's his what's-his-name."
A devious spark had England's lip curling. "Well, love, I should gladly take them off for you, if clothes are such a hindrance."
Laughing, America squawked as the older country's affectionate slaps on the back moved gradually down south and he immediately smacked the other's hand away, blushing crimson. "Acck! You perv, you'd undress me in public?!"
"Of course not. You'd catch your death, love." England bent to look at a tree's price tag. "Well, what about this one? Price is fair and looks fine."
"It's not fine. It's crooked."
"It most certainly is not, you little-"
"It wouldn't hold a lot of presents underneath it!" He protested and England wants to hide his face in his hands and wonder for the thousandth time where he went wrong, wants to scowl, wants to laugh, wants to scoop up the whiny America and maybe present him with an avalanche of silly gifts the way a glowing America does every year. Lovingly and without question, with a beatific smile on his face. Twit. Darling, dearest little twit.
He's distracted by his reverie when at last America exclaims, "Got one!" And turns to see America grinning and clutching what looks to be the tiniest, sorriest little wretched tree imaginable, perched in a rough sack. "We're good to go."
"I thought you wanted a large tree? You practically do every year."
"Yeah, but this one's like a Charlie Brown tree. And it's alive!" He jostles it merrily and sends pine needles scattering in this sweet-sticky-smelling grove. "And we can plant it, too. I'm trying to be more eco-friendly, so we'll just go with this one. 'Sides, all it needs is a little love."
The pathetic thing can probably use a little more than that, but by his next visit the tree will probably already be growing large and tall next to America's house, proud and strong and shining under America's care. The idea makes him a little wistful and so he sighs again, bumping his nose against a surprised nation's neck and nuzzling it affectionately.
"Whatever you like, love."
"Those are words I like to hear. C'mon! Let's go check out and get hot chocolate! Aaaand we gotta go on the carriage ride together before we go home!"
Home. Although the idea of riding on a sleigh is somewhat absurd, and it's absurder still to be guided by the chattering country into line, he can't help but think of a warm house that smells of cinnamon and sugar and gingerbread, maybe of Alfred covered in icing if he can sneak the bag away. Oh, that would be lovely. He licks his lips as Alfred pays for the little tree and cradles it like a newborn baby as the two head away, still hand in hand.
After getting their chocolate (probably cheap Swiss Miss, but who cared?) the two climb into the sleigh, and the horses are off, bells on the side jostling and jingling with every movement. So silly. So unnecessary. So invariably precious.
America tucks his head underneath his chin and England absently pulls out his blanket from the basket he'd been toating around, wrapping the two up in warmth even as he pulls the nation upon his lap. He feels a pleasant rush of satisfaction, dreaming of when the two would decorate their stupid little tree and plaster it with ornaments, eat cookies and watch films together under the blankets, America in his arms...just like this...
Hope OP doesn't mind a second fill. This is my first fill too so I hope you like it. I'll crawl back to my hole now orz
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America loved Christmas and America loved England so he figured what better way to spend Christmas? Except England, like a crazy person, wanted to spend the frigid season out doors in New York where there happened to be three feet of snow (about 1 meter. You're welcome.).
All America wanted to do was curl up with his boyfriend and watch sci-fis like Star Wars and Firefly but instead he was stuck looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in freezing weather. "Englaaaaand. Why can't we just stay inside and drink hot chocolate?" He complained as they walked through Central Park.
"You're the one who invited me over."
"But I didn't want to go outside. It's cold and my clothing is too thick which is not helping the fact that I'm freezing."
"Maybe I should just remove your clothing for you if that would be of any help." England replied, smirking as the American sputtered although his cheeks were already red from the cold.
"You're a jerk." America stated when he finally found his voice.
"You still love me for it."
"Can't we just go home and cuddle or something?" The American asked as he hugged his boyfriend, enjoying the warmth brought on through the contact.
"Are you really that cold?" England asked as he carded his fingers through America's golden hair fondly.
"Yes. I was hoping we could do cute things like cuddle in pajamas and blankets while watching movies or drink hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream or eat a big homemade dinner or all of those." America admitted, earning a soft smile from the Brit.
"You're such a dork." He laughed.
"Yeah. I know. But please? Can we?" America pleaded.
"Alright. But only if we can watch Doctor Who as well when we cuddle into oblivion."
"Awesome." America replied with a bright smile that could block out the sun.
"Yes yes. Now come along Pond." England said as he clasped America's hand and their fingers intertwined.
"Sure thing." He replied cheerily as they walked back to America's apartment hand in hand and smiling at each other like giddy teenagers still in their honeymoon phase.
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UKUS - winter themed dates
(Anonymous) 2012-11-21 02:28 am (UTC)(link)No smut please.
Bonus: America complaining about thick clothing, and England makes a lewd joke about taking it off, but doesn't follow through with it because they're in public and he doesn't want America to get cold.
Re: UKUS - winter themed dates
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 05:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: UKUS - winter themed dates
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: UKUS - winter themed dates
(Anonymous) 2013-08-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)Squinting, England stared up at the towering monstrosity and snorted, shaking his head in bemusement. "It's like that tree from that ridiculous, redneck film of yours."
"Aw, man, it's Christmas. D'you gotta criticize my heartwarming classics every chance you get?"
Sniffing, England bumped his cold cheek against his and it felt nice enough to elicit a rosy flush in his own. "Very well, darling. I won't say another word about your smashing holiday films, even if they DO so happen to have Christmas trees several feet too big for the ceilings and rabid squirrels hiding amongst the branches."
"Scrooge."
Doing his hardest to scowl, America ducked his head and hid a smile in the muff England brought-the ONLY one, conveniently enough, considering he knew America always forgot his gloves-so the two had to share, their free hands intertwined together underneath the rabbit fur. Eyes softening, England pulled his hand free and kissed the skin. "Ermph. Hurry up. It gets so bloody cold out here."
"I can't decide." He spun around in a circle in the forest of dark evergreens dusted lightly and sweetly with snow like powdered sugar. His arms were extended as if he made to make a snow angel in the air and take flight. Somewhere a cheesy, overplayed Christmas tune was tinkling from speakers. "I want 'em all!"
England rolled his eyes but smiled. "To narrow it down, why don't you pick a tree that actually fits through the door this time?"
"That was one year and you know it! 'Sides, I wasn't the one who bought that little tree in the hopes of embarrassing me for that Christmas party!"
"Like you didn't anticipate and thoroughly one-up me on the occasion," The man sighed, humming when America affectionately poked him on the nose.
"Guess we should hurry up. I'm freezing my jingle bells off here and I hate bein' buried under all these heavy clothes," he complained, looking down unhappily at himself. "I can barely move! I feel like Ralphie's little brother, what's his what's-his-name."
A devious spark had England's lip curling. "Well, love, I should gladly take them off for you, if clothes are such a hindrance."
Laughing, America squawked as the older country's affectionate slaps on the back moved gradually down south and he immediately smacked the other's hand away, blushing crimson. "Acck! You perv, you'd undress me in public?!"
"Of course not. You'd catch your death, love." England bent to look at a tree's price tag. "Well, what about this one? Price is fair and looks fine."
"It's not fine. It's crooked."
"It most certainly is not, you little-"
"It wouldn't hold a lot of presents underneath it!" He protested and England wants to hide his face in his hands and wonder for the thousandth time where he went wrong, wants to scowl, wants to laugh, wants to scoop up the whiny America and maybe present him with an avalanche of silly gifts the way a glowing America does every year. Lovingly and without question, with a beatific smile on his face. Twit. Darling, dearest little twit.
He's distracted by his reverie when at last America exclaims, "Got one!" And turns to see America grinning and clutching what looks to be the tiniest, sorriest little wretched tree imaginable, perched in a rough sack. "We're good to go."
"I thought you wanted a large tree? You practically do every year."
"Yeah, but this one's like a Charlie Brown tree. And it's alive!" He jostles it merrily and sends pine needles scattering in this sweet-sticky-smelling grove. "And we can plant it, too. I'm trying to be more eco-friendly, so we'll just go with this one. 'Sides, all it needs is a little love."
The pathetic thing can probably use a little more than that, but by his next visit the tree will probably already be growing large and tall next to America's house, proud and strong and shining under America's care. The idea makes him a little wistful and so he sighs again, bumping his nose against a surprised nation's neck and nuzzling it affectionately.
"Whatever you like, love."
"Those are words I like to hear. C'mon! Let's go check out and get hot chocolate! Aaaand we gotta go on the carriage ride together before we go home!"
Home. Although the idea of riding on a sleigh is somewhat absurd, and it's absurder still to be guided by the chattering country into line, he can't help but think of a warm house that smells of cinnamon and sugar and gingerbread, maybe of Alfred covered in icing if he can sneak the bag away. Oh, that would be lovely. He licks his lips as Alfred pays for the little tree and cradles it like a newborn baby as the two head away, still hand in hand.
After getting their chocolate (probably cheap Swiss Miss, but who cared?) the two climb into the sleigh, and the horses are off, bells on the side jostling and jingling with every movement. So silly. So unnecessary. So invariably precious.
America tucks his head underneath his chin and England absently pulls out his blanket from the basket he'd been toating around, wrapping the two up in warmth even as he pulls the nation upon his lap. He feels a pleasant rush of satisfaction, dreaming of when the two would decorate their stupid little tree and plaster it with ornaments, eat cookies and watch films together under the blankets, America in his arms...just like this...
So good.
Re: UKUS - winter themed dates
(Anonymous) 2013-08-09 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)Untitled
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 05:13 am (UTC)(link)------------
America loved Christmas and America loved England so he figured what better way to spend Christmas? Except England, like a crazy person, wanted to spend the frigid season out doors in New York where there happened to be three feet of snow (about 1 meter. You're welcome.).
All America wanted to do was curl up with his boyfriend and watch sci-fis like Star Wars and Firefly but instead he was stuck looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in freezing weather. "Englaaaaand. Why can't we just stay inside and drink hot chocolate?" He complained as they walked through Central Park.
"You're the one who invited me over."
"But I didn't want to go outside. It's cold and my clothing is too thick which is not helping the fact that I'm freezing."
"Maybe I should just remove your clothing for you if that would be of any help." England replied, smirking as the American sputtered although his cheeks were already red from the cold.
"You're a jerk." America stated when he finally found his voice.
"You still love me for it."
"Can't we just go home and cuddle or something?" The American asked as he hugged his boyfriend, enjoying the warmth brought on through the contact.
"Are you really that cold?" England asked as he carded his fingers through America's golden hair fondly.
"Yes. I was hoping we could do cute things like cuddle in pajamas and blankets while watching movies or drink hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream or eat a big homemade dinner or all of those." America admitted, earning a soft smile from the Brit.
"You're such a dork." He laughed.
"Yeah. I know. But please? Can we?" America pleaded.
"Alright. But only if we can watch Doctor Who as well when we cuddle into oblivion."
"Awesome." America replied with a bright smile that could block out the sun.
"Yes yes. Now come along Pond." England said as he clasped America's hand and their fingers intertwined.
"Sure thing." He replied cheerily as they walked back to America's apartment hand in hand and smiling at each other like giddy teenagers still in their honeymoon phase.