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37, 31, 1, 44, princiety, bonus if the other two are not there and are worried about them killing each other and it’s just a whole fest with candles and Christmas chocolate etc.

This got really, really long because it inspired me so have a New Years fic. I hope it’s okay. For those who don’t know, Auld Lang Syne is a poem that is sung on New Year’s Eve around the world. Happy New Years Eve, everyone!

1 - “It’s almost midnight!”31 - “So, we’re kind of snowed in.”37 - “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”44 - “You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Pairing: Prinxiety

Warnings: self-depreciating thoughts

Words: 2508

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TheChristmas lights glowed softly in the dying light of the day. Their cheerfulatmosphere quickly waning with each daythat passed. The New Year was rapidly approaching, bringing with it theoverwhelming prospect of New Years resolutions, returning to work and anotherNew Year’s Eve that he’d be spending alone.

Virgil sighed and shifted inhis seat, careful not to spill his hot chocolate in the process. This Christmashad been one of the better ones, one in a long line of many that had beenslowly getting better since he’d met Patton, Logan and Roman. He’d spent theday with his friends, laughing and opening presents.

But, of course, it couldnever last. He had trudged back home as the day slowly darkened and gave way tothe night. The following days had flown by in a blur of Christmas movies andfood. What better way to spend those days between Christmas and New Years?

And so Virgil sat, curled upon the corner of the sofa, that he’d dragged around so it faced the bay window,watching as the snow slowly fell from the dull, grey sky and landed on thestreet below. It would have been nice to not spend New Years alone but who washe to complain? They were probably sick of him, Christmas Day was more thanenough for them to get sick of his presence-

A knock at the door flung himback into reality. Who would be knocking at his door on Christmas Eve? Everyonehe knew was either planning to spend New Years with their loved ones or getdrunk out of their minds. The former he didn’t have and the latter didn’tappeal to him.

He stood and quickly made hisway down the narrow staircase and hallway to the door, steeling himself to seeeither an odd salesman who worked on New Year’s Eve or a neighbour who had ranout of something and was counting on him to be hospitable enough to save a NewYears party he hadn’t even been invited to.

Never did he expect to seeRoman standing on his doorstep, cold and covered in snow but joyfulnonetheless.

“Roman?” He started, “whatare you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmasalone, did you?” Roman exclaimed.

“But…it’s New Year’s Eve. Christmasis over.”

“Nonsense! We still haveanother…” he pulled his sleeve back and glanced down at his watch, “4 hoursuntil Christmas is over!”

Virgil sighed and glanceddown at his feet before looking back up to face the man in front of him again.“I suppose you better come in before you freeze to death, then.”

Roman beamed that smile ofhis that made butterflies erupt in Virgil’s stomach and stepped inside,stamping the snow off his boots in the hallway. He shedded his coat and hung iton a hook next to Virgil’s own, a sight that made a blush rise of Virgil’scheeks…he could easily blame that reaction on the cold.

“I thought you had planstonight?” Virgil called from the kitchen as he poured hot water into two mugs,the sweet smell of the hot chocolate quickly filling the small kitchen. The guyhad trekked through the snow to see him, the least he could do was try and makesome casual conversation.

“I did, but they cancelled,” Romansighed, settling into the end of the sofa opposite to the one he knew Virgilalways sat in.

“And that’s why you trekkedthrough this blizzard to see me?” Virgil countered. Roman could have easilyjust stayed at home, where it was warm and safe. So what possessed him to walkacross town to see him? Virgil couldn’t understand it.

“Good question, my friend!You see, Patton and Logan have their own plans and I couldn’t let you spend therun up to New Years alone if I was available could I? That would be absolutelyheinous of me! I may have also not wanted to spend New Years alone,” Romanexplained, his voice dropping to a low mumble at the end.

Virgil chuckled dryly as hecarried the two mugs into the front room, handing one to Roman before sittingdown with his own. The snow was still falling heavily, the wind whipping it upinto a frenzy before letting it settle on the ground. “I guess I should thankyou then, for your selfless actions,” Virgil quipped.

“No, no thanks is necessary,”Roman smiled, letting the drink quickly thaw his cold hands. They idly chattedfor the next hour, talking about everything from Christmas to Roman’s next bigaudition he had been preparing for months for.

“Yes, the play is simplyamazing! It’s about-“ his sentence died in his throat as the first fireworksstarted to light up the sky. Every colour imaginable exploded and flew throughthe air, like paint splatters on a black background. The snow had stoppedfalling but had left a thick blanket of white that covered everything, makingit hard to differentiate the road from the pedestrian path.

Roman leaned forward andchecked his watch with wide eyes. An hour until midnight. He turned to faceVirgil and cleared his throat. “I better get going. I should get home beforemidnight if I want to avoid the New Years crowds.”

‘He could always stay here.’ Virgil’s brain supplied. He stood and turned to facethe window in a panic filled attempt to hide his rapidly rising blush.“R-right. I’ll see you out.”

Roman shrugged his coatbefore pulling on his gloves and wrapping his scarf around his neck. “Thank youfor your company tonight, Virgil. Have a good new year.”

“Thanks, Ro. You too,” Virgillet a slight smile slip onto his face. But as soon as Roman turned to leave, hefelt his stomach drop. He really didn’t want Roman to go.

But as soon as he opened thefont door and cold air swept into the hallway, he stopped, staring at somethingthat went unseen by Virgil.

Then, much to Virgil’s shockand confusion, Roman shut the door and turned back to face him. “I’m afraid wemay have each other’s company for a while longer. It seems we’re snowed in.”

Virgil stepped around Roman,who was taking his coat off again, and opened the door. Roman was right, thesnow came up to Virgil’s knee, the product of a weeks worth of steadily fallingsnow. Virgil sighed and slammed the door shut.

“Won’t Patton and Logan beable to help. Can’t they come dig us out of something,” Virgil asked, his voiceraising in annoyance, no matter what he felt for Roman he couldn’t let hispersona slip. He may have looked annoyed but on the inside the butterflies hadreturned, and they were jumping for joy.

Roman shook his head. I don’teven think they’d answer. They’re probably making out or something by now.”

Virgil felt his blush darkenat the image Roman’s words bought but he quickly pushed the thought aside,choosing to focus on the situation at hand. “I guess you’ll have to stay the nightthen,” Virgil stated, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.

“If it’s not too muchtrouble,” Roman smiled, handing reach up to awkwardly rub at the back of hisneck.

“Well I can’t throw yououtside to freeze to death can I?” Virgil quipped, walking back into the livingroom and falling back into the seat that had been his for the past few hours.

They watched the earlyfireworks with a mix of excitement and nostalgia, recalling Christmases and NewYears of years past. Looking upon the first one they had all spent togetherwith an extra sense of warmth the memory bought.

“Ah, I remember that year itwas-“ Roman’s sentence died in his throat as they were plunged into darkness,the only light coming from the harsh light of the streetlights outside. Virgilstood before grabbing his phone and letting the built-in torch light up theroom.

“It’s just a power cut,” Virgilsighed after checking the electrics. “It must be the snow.”

“Oh, what a fiend! Trying toruin the New Years cele-“ Roman exclaimed but was abruptly cut off as Virgilraised a hand to silence him. Virgil disappeared into the kitchen, reappearinga few moments later with a box of chocolates and some candles that were stackedprecariously on top.

“These should do until thepower comes back on,” Virgil mumbled as he lit three candles and placed them onthe ledge that jutted out of the window in front of them. He flitted to thefire that sat below the wall mounted tv, and lit it. Within a few minutes, itwas crackling merrily behind them, casting a soft, flickering glow as thewarmth seeped into their bones.

“And what’s the chocolatefor?” Roman asked, grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa,wrapping it around himself.

“Can’t watch a show withoutsome treats can you?” Virgil smirked, popping open the lid of the box ofcelebrations and unwrapping a malteaser. Roman grinned and did the same,leaving the galaxy wrapper on the ledge. He glanced down at his watch andgrinned, eyes that were sparkling with excitement rising to meet Virgil’s.

“Fifteen minutes,” Romanbeamed. Virgil smiled at the other’s excitement, shifting in his seat to faceRoman.

“Y’know, I never understood what’sso great about a New Years kiss. It’s just another kiss, right?” Virgilrambled, his mouth running faster than his mouth. As his thoughts caught up, heslapped a hand over his mouth eyes widening as he realised what he said.

Roman’s expression morphedfrom relaxed to one of shock. “How can you not understand?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I just don’tunderstand,” Virgil replied, hesitantly dropping his hand from his mouth.

“It’s about the build-up. Theway the new year is welcomed in with an act of love with one of the mostimportant people in your life. It’s magical!” Roman gushed, caught up in hisown fantasies. As his words died in the air, his expression of happiness fadedinto one of concern.

Virgil looked anything buthappy. His eyes had become cold, his mouth pulled into a thin line thatradiated discomfort (or was it loneliness?)

“Virgil,” Roman started,“have you ever had a New Years kiss?”

There was silence for amoment before Virgil whispered ‘no’. It was barely loud enough to be heard butboth of them felt like it filled the room.

And Roman, in the soft glowof the fire, knew exactly what to do. He became serious, sitting up in his seatas he toyed with the edge of one of the sleeves of his sweater. “I suppose Ishould get my New Years resolution over and done with. Best to start early,” hechuckled to himself before it quickly died and silence overtook them again.

Virgil was staring at him, aquestioning look in his eyes. “What’s your New Years resolution?”

Roman sighed and steeledhimself, opening his mouth to say the words he’d been mentally planning allnight long. “I had planned to call you but this amazing twist of fate bought mehere instead, so I guess I’ll just tell you. It’s to tell you how I feel. Totell you how my heart starts to beat faster every time you walk in the room. Totell you about how your smile sets off butterflies in my stomach and makes mefeel lighter. How I can’t stop grinning when I think about you. How I can’t getyou off my mind even when you’re not there. To tell you about how I’ve beenthinking about how to say this all night and how I walked here to do it inperson when I had the opportunity. To tell you how much I like you and how I maybe in love with you before I lose my chance. Please don’t feel like you need tosay anything. I just needed to tell y-“

On the first chime ofmidnight, Virgil leaned forward and kissed Roman. Fireworks exploded behindthem, the colours shooting across the sky went unnoticed by both of them.Virgil’s hand rested on either side of Roman’s face, gently caressing the skinthere with his thumb, while Roman’s hands found their way to Virgil’s waist.

Virgil was the first to pullaway, high on the euphoria running through his veins from both Roman’sconfession and the kiss.

“I take it you feel the sameway?” Roman asked, slightly breathless.

“Maybe just a little,” Virgiljoked, standing to sit closer to Roman. He curled his leg up under himself andrested his head on Roman’s chest. “Is this okay?” He asked, ready to flinghimself back to the other end of the sofa at a moment’s notice.

“It’s more than okay,” Romanreplied, wrapping an arm around him and planting a kiss on the top of Virgil’shead. The chimes were still sounding,the deep vibrations carrying easily through the walls. Roman looked out at theview, softly starting to sing the same song he did every year on New Year’sEve.

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

Virgil smiled as herecognised the familiar tune, burrowing deeper against Roman. He softly joinedin, his own, quieter voice mixing with Roman’s now louder, more confident one.

And surely you'll buy your pint cup!

and surely I'll buy mine!

And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

We two have runabout the slopes,

and picked the daisies fine;

But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,

since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine;

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld lang syne.

Virgil let his voice fadeinto silence as Roman finished the song, his voice a mix of joy, nostalgia forthe year gone and excitement for the year to come. As the last verse started todrift through the air, he gently took hold of Virgil’s hand, intertwining theirfingers.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!

And give me a hand o’ thine!

And we'll take aright good-will draught,

for auld lang syne.

As the last line fadedinto silence, so did the chimes of the clock in the town square. The fireworkswere still sounding, loud bangs and high pitched twirls that could sometimesonly be heard, not seen, they would be sounding for a few more hours yet.

“Happy New Year,” Romansmiled, looking down at Virgil.

“Happy New Year,” Virgilreplied, glancing up at Roman before surging upwards and kissing him again.

Yeah, twenty-eighteen wasgoing to be a great year.

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