It was a really cold day in December, the 24th to be exact, as Alfred F. Jones looked out at the snow that was forming on the ground. He kept thinking of one person that he really wanted to see this Holiday but what with the snow and how deep it was getting, he was afraid that the man wasn't going to be able to see him. He sighed and turned away from the window so that he can look at the fire that he had started a while ago, he put his hot chocolate down to add more wood for the fire.
After adding another piece of wood he turned to look at his tree that he and his lover put up together. He looked at a particular ornament that had a picture o
"H-hey, you git."
"Hey, Iggy! What's up?"
"C-come drinking with me tonight."
"Huh? You want me to go out drinking with you?"
"That's what I said, wanker."
"Why?"
"Because I feel like it! Are you coming or not, America?"
"...Yeah, dude, of course."
And that was how the conversation went.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, had had a crush on Alfred F Jones, or America, for the longest time. However, being the socially awkward (a polite way to put it) person that he was, he'd never managed to say it. At one world meeting held in London, he decided to finally do it that night. In order to work up the courage, though, he'd n