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Mexico couldn’t guess what he meant, but he didn’t need to wait long for an answer. America took his hands off. Mexico’s eyes immediately lighted on a steaming hot tub that had not been there the last time he had visited. He said, “Oh, that is new.” 

America wrapped his arms affectionately around Mexico’s waist and said, “I had it put in while you were in Qatar. You always say that you don’t like how cold it is here, so this will help warm you up.” 

Mexico was struck by how thoughtful it was. His tropical nature made the cold far more unpleasant than it was to America, and it was practically a yearly tradition that he wrapped himself in blankets and complained about how cold the Eastern seaboard got. He had thought that America had blocked out his complaints years ago. 

He was impressed that his boyfriend had been thinking about it and had come up with a solution. He turned to look America in the eyes as he said, “That is so sweet of you, Alfie.” 

America’s eyes sparkled happily. He did love gift giving. It made it possible for him to show love through money, which he had in spades. 

America leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Mexico let himself lean into America’s embrace and kiss him back. There was something about America being thoughtful that made him melt, even though he knew the moments were few and far between. 

America tightened his hold on Mexico’s waist. He said, “Come on. Test it out. I’ve been waiting all month to see how you like it.” America ran one of his hand down Mexico’s thigh and added, “You don’t need a swimsuit or anything. We’re in the penthouse; no one else is this far up.” 

Mexico chuckled at the idea that America needed to tell him. He was always impressed by how long it took to take the elevator up to America’s penthouse. There was no doubt that no one else was up this far. He asked, “Is this an elaborate way to get my clothing off?” 

He knew it wasn’t, but he liked seeing the way that the question flustered America. The blonde blushed and said, struggling to find his words, “No, but it is a perk.” 

Mexico slipped out of America’s grasp and winked at him as he pulled off his shirt. He did it slowly enough to be teasing and said, “Is this what you wanted?” He slowly slid off his pants. He could see that there was a cute blush rising in the blonde’s cheeks. He loved knowing that it was still so easy to get America to react. 

Mexico pulled off the rest of his clothing and smirked at America before getting into the hot tub. Once he was submerged to the neck in water, he let out a long sigh. He had been so cold for days in the New York winter and being surrounded by warmth was incredible. He said, as he sank down into the water, “Oh wonderful warmth.” 

It was so comfortable, and Mexico was glad for it. He wasn’t paying attention to America until he heard a splash. While Mexico had been indulging in the warm water, America had gotten undressed and joined him. 

America positioned himself next to Mexico and said, “You look so happy with my little purchase.” 

He was absolutely beaming at how proud he was of himself for thinking of such a brilliant idea. Mexico immediately sat on his lap. He was feeling an intense surge of affection for his boyfriend who had clearly been thinking about him while he was away. He said, “Oh I’m very happy.” 

He then kissed America deeply in a way that he hoped conveyed his gratitude. He heard America make a satisfied noise in his throat. The arms that wrapped themselves protectively around him also told him that America had missed him. He often wondered if America noticed his absence, but the hands holding onto him reassured him that he did. 

As he pulled gently out of the kiss, he said, “And what about you?” America cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy, “What about me?”

Mexico clarified what he meant, “Are you happy? I know this wasn’t the Christmas that you planned.” 

America bit his lower lip in a way that Mexico couldn’t help but find charmingly childish and answered, “No, it isn’t. I had a whole party planned, but no one can get a flight with this.” 

He gestured out the window at the storm as if his point wasn’t already clear. Mexico nodded sympathetically. The Christmas party was a yearly tradition, and he knew America would be sad to miss it. But privately he was very glad that it would be just the two of them and that he wouldn’t have to deal with flaunting their relationship to the rest of the world like they did every year. 

To his surprise, America continued, “But I am happy. It has been too long since it was just the two of us, so maybe it’s better this way.” He laid his head against Mexico’s shoulder and hugged him close as he said, “I have missed you.”

Mexico instinctively stroked his hair and said, “I came when the cup was over, like I promised I would.” He added, “And for what it is worth, I am looking forward to Christmas with you and just you. It’s been too long.” 

He was so glad that he didn’t have to deal with the whole world at the party. It was a stressful experience every year. America practically purred, “Just wait until you see your presents.” 

Mexico was already perfectly content with the fact that America had installed the hot tub for him. He replied, “I already like this one.” America was was so proud of himself for coming up with something so perfect and it was clear from his smile.

 America said, “I also bought you a heated blanket.” Mexico nuzzled American’s neck as he said, “I don’t need a heated blanket. I have you. You’re so warm.” 

America’s industrial strength manifested in heat that radiated off of his skin. Mexico loved the way that it kept him warm all night as long as he cuddled close to America. The other man chuckled and said, “Well, it’s there if you want to be even warmer. The forecast says this is going to be a long storm.” 

Mexico nodded; he’d been dreading the cold and the wind since he saw the forecast. America moved on to another topic that caught his interest, as he usually did in conversation, “If you look up, you can see Mars.” 

Mexico glanced up and realized that the glass windows were completely clear, and he could see the stars. America seemed to be looking at a specific red one next to the moon. He said, taking note of the strangeness, “The glass doesn’t fog.” 

It struck him as odd since it was so steamy. He could already tell that it was something clever and technological from the way America was smiling. He confirmed it when he said, “It’s a coating. It keeps the fog from sticking so we can see the stars. I got it specially made for this room.” 

Mexico leaned back against America and looked up at the stars. He knew some of the constellations, but he preferred to hear America talk about it. So, he provided some prompting, “Tell me what we’re looking at.” 

He knew that America would always be ready to explain. And as he expected, America immediately launched into a detailed explanation of the night sky.

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Mexico checked his phone and saw the text from Brazil, “Don’t fall for him being sweet. He does this every time he thinks you might leave him.”