Christmas Magic (North Italy x England)

Feliciano winced as he watched his co-worker Arthur stumble and fall onto his face, amid the loud laughter of other partygoers. The Englishman just got to his feet and stumbled out, grabbing his coat and keys, cursing everyone under his breath.

This was how every Christmas party went, and as always everyone laughed. This year though, the Italian followed him, grabbing his arm when he nearly took a tumble down a flight of stairs. He gave no protest when Feliciano drove him to his home, dragging him inside and onto a couch. Arthur let his head loll to the side as he gave him a drunken grin, and he rolled his eyes.

“Go to-a sleep.” He told him softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead as Arthur lay down, mumbling to himself. He giggled when the older country cuddled a pillow, falling asleep with a dopey smile.

The next morning the English nation woke with a splitting headache, mumbling as he downed some conveniently placed coffee beside him. The smell of bacon and cinnamon reached his nose, and he was instinctively drawn to the kitchen, looking surprised to see Feliciano waving at him. “Ciao~!”

Arthur awkwardly waved back, sitting down at the table when Feliciano came with their plates. It was a quick and quiet breakfast, and soon Arthur was getting his coat on to leave. “I can’t possibly stay any longer, I must be a distraction.” He mumbled to himself, pausing when the Italian closed the half-open door.

He blushed heavily when Feliciano kissed him sweetly, drawing him in closer to deepen it. Arthur shyly returned the kiss, pushing him back against the wall to dominate it easily.

Feliciano’s curl formed a small heart, as the two kissed until air parted them both. Being the gentleman he was, Arthur turned bright red and stuttered out something that sounded like
“I-love-you-“, and dashed out to his car.

Feliciano merely laughed and closed the door. His Englishman was so funny! Ah well, there were always World Conferences~