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I'll be home for Christmas

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     "There. That should do it." You said placing the last ordainment on the tree. You took a step back and looked at the tree. It was beautiful, just like always. But something was missing this year, you couldn't quite put your finger on what though. Your house was mostly quiet, save for the Christmas music softly playing from your stereo. This was the first Christmas Eve you had ever spent alone. Your parents were on a cruise in the Caribbean, so they wouldn't be joining you this evening. Normally you had your best friend Alfred over on Christmas Eve. The two of you would pretend to be little kids again and write letters to Santa and eat cookies after you had finished decorating the tree, but sadly Alfred couldn't be here tonight. He was half way around the world right now, trapped in a sandbox trying to bring peace to the world. You missed him so much. That's what was off. Christmas wasn't right without him. The lights on the tree didn't shine as bright, and the night outside seemed colder and darker without his smile and excitement.
     You and Alfred had been friends since…forever. As long as you could remember, he had always been by your side. You would have done anything for him. You didn't want to admit it, even to yourself, but you loved him with all your heart, and had partially since the time you met him. You never told him because you didn't want to lose him as a friend if he didn't feel the same way. So you kept your feelings a secret. You weren't sure how much longer you could though. The feelings you felt for him had only intensified in the time he had been gone.
     You flopped down on the couch eyeing the plate of cookies sadly. You had no one to share them with this year. A small smile spread across your face remembering how Alfred would always shovel down the cookies getting crumbs all over the place. You pulled a small notebook and pen towards you. Of course you were still going to write to Santa. Why stop a tradition just because Alfred wasn't here. You wondered if he was doing the same thing. Knowing him, he probably was. Even if he was busy, you were willing to bet money that he would still find time to write to Santa. You tapped the pen against the palm of your hand pondering what you were going to ask Santa for this year. An idea struck you, and you started to write.

     Dear Santa,
There's a million things that anyone could ask you for. Any number of nick-nacks could make someone happy…but not me. What I want, more than anything in the world, even though I know that this is something that you won't be able to bring me in you big bag, is my best friend back, even if it's just for a few minutes. I need to tell him that I love him, and it needs to be face to face not over a phone call or in a letter. If there is any way you could make that happen, it would mean the world to me.
Sincerely,
-(name)
   

     You looked down at the letter sadly. Even if Santa was real, how was he supposed to bring Alfred home when he was in the middle of a war? Still, it felt better to get your feelings somewhat off your chest, even if no one was ever going to see this letter. You grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch and hugged it close to you listening to the music.

I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me.
Please have snow,
And mistletoe,
And presents by the tree.


     You bit your lip fighting back tears as you slumped down on the couch curling up into a ball. 'Oh Al, I wish you would come home for Christmas.' You thought bitterly feeling so lonely.

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     'Knock, knock, knock.' You jolted awake. Not meaning to, you had dozed off on the couch still hugging the pillow. 'Knock, knock, knock.' "What the…" You said sleepily looking at the clock on the wall. "It's almost mid-night. Who the hell could be at the door?" you got up off the couch and went over to the door. Cautiously, you opened the door just a crack so you could peek out. "H-hello?" You gazed at the man on you porch in disbelief, taking in his dirty blonde hair with a cowlick that stuck up in the front, and his bright blue eye.
     "Excuse me miss. I couldn't help but see your lights on, and was wondering if maybe you had any hot chocolate to offer a poor, cold, wounded solider." He said flashing you a five hundred watt smile. You couldn't believe it.
     "Alfred!" You shouted and tackled him in a bear hug not noticing the crutches he was on. He lost his balance and both of you fell backwards into the snow.
     "Ouch!" Alfred groaned. You were shocked. He never said that, because he thought that he was a hero, and heroes never got hurt.
     "I'm sorry!" you said rolling off him and sitting up. "I didn't mean t-"
     He cut you off. "No, it's not you. It's this damned leg." He said sitting up as well and rubbing his let. You gave him a worried look. His leg had been fine when he left three months ago.
     "W-what happened Al?" you asked.
     "Oh I got shot in the leg, and they sent me home." He said shrugging. Your eyes widened. "B-but I'm okay for the most part." He said quickly seeing your expression.
     "Oh my God." You said. 'He got shot?!' you thought.
     "No really its fine (name)." he said. "It just means that I get to spend Christmas with the best girl in the whole world! Hell if I had known that they would have sent me home for getting shot, I would have done it sooner just so I could have come back to see you again." He was laughing now. You grinned and punched him playfully in the arm.
     "Oh stop it." You stared at him for a long time still trying to convince yourself that he was really there.
     "What's wrong (name)? You're looking at me like I'm a ghost or something." He said giving you a confused look.
     "Nothing! It's just…I missed you so much Al." you said flinging your arms around his neck, and burring your face in his shoulder. "I'm so glad you're home. I wish you didn't get hurt, but still." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.
     "I missed you too." He said. The two of you sat there in the snow until you started to shiver. You weren't wearing a coat or shoes and Alfred had noticed. "Why don't we go inside before you get sick." He suggested.
     "Yeah that would probably be a good idea." You said. You untangled yourself from his arms and got to your feet. You helped Alfred to his feet and went inside. Alfred eyed the tree as he came into the house.
     "The tree looks as epic as ever (name)." he grinned. You shrugged.
     "It wasn't nearly as much fun to decorate without you." You said. "Hey you wanted hot chocolate, didn't you?"
     "Dude, I was totally joking, but sure! That sounds great." He said hobbling over to the couch.
     "Okay, you take it easy, and I'll go make some." You said.
     "Sweet! Thanks!" you smiled at him before going into the kitchen. You still couldn't believe that he was home. It was like a Christmas miracle come true. You hummed to yourself as you went around making the hot chocolate. After a few minutes, you came back out into the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in hand.
     "Here you go." You said happily sitting down on the couch next to Alfred and setting his mug on the coffee table in front of him. He didn't say anything though. You looked at him. He had a small notebook in his hand and was closely studying one of the pages. You felt knots in your stomach when you realized that he was reading your letter to Santa.
     "I-is this true?" he asked looking at you a light dusting of pink in his cheeks. You knew exactly what he was referring to, and you felt your face grow warm.
     "Well…umm…y-yes, it is." You said shyly.
     "How long?" He wanted to know. His blue eyes were looking deep into you (color) ones.
     "A-a while now. To be perfectly honest Al, you've always been my hero…I've just never told you…" your voice trailed off.
     "Why not?" He said frowning slightly. You looked away unable to hold his gaze anymore.
     "I didn't want to lose you as a friend if you didn't feel the same way." You said looking down at your hands. "You mean so much to me, and I didn't want things to change between us." There was silence for a moment, then he reached over to you and gently lifted your face up so he could look at you. You looked up and were met with his blue eyes again.
     "It wouldn't have changed anything (name), because I love you too. I always have." He said leaning in closer to you. His lips pressed against yours. They were so soft and sweet. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. You melted into his embrace. That was really all you could do for at that moment your mind had gone blank. The only thing that seemed to matter you was Alfred. After a long moment, you both broke apart needing air. You smiled sweetly at him.
     "I'm so glad you're home." You said snuggling into his chest. "I love you so much."
     "I love you more." He said kissing the top of your head.
This has been in my head for a couple of days now, and I just had to get it out. Yeah, not my most original title ever, but it works. Oh the fluff! I do love the fluff! Who wouldn't want there hero to come home for Christmas? Speaking from experience, having someone you care about spend the holidays away due to war is not a lot of fun. Here to hoping that you and yours have a wonderful Holiday season. Happy Holidays folks!

Song reference: I'll Be Home for Christmas (I have no idea how the original artist is, but I love Michael Buble's version [link] )

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Real cute and sweet~ I love soldier Alfred~
Given that my family is filled with soldiers, this resonates with me~

I remember being around 6 or 7 and my dad was supposed to be away for Christmas at some base. Christmas Eve. Mom said he wouldn't be home and me and my brothers were pretty upset about it, but we were old enough to realize that mom or dad couldn't do anything about it, so we just kinda slumped off to bed. A few minutes to midnight, my dad creeps into our room and says "Merry Christmas." Que squeals of delight and tiny bear hugs. Apparently he had gotten home earlier but quietly and wanted to wait. Mom had lied to us so he could surprise us with being home for Christmas.

 "Excuse me miss. I couldn't help but see your lights on, and was wondering if maybe you had any hot chocolate to offer a poor, cold, wounded solider."

love this line.