It was Christmas as the base, and you were seated on top of the steps. As much as you liked/hated the Christmas season, the mistletoe was the thing you hated the most. You grumbled, looking around as Soldier approached you. He sat beside you, having the stupidest grin.

“Hey, cupcake.” Soldier chuckled deeply, leaning in. He was definitely planning something. “so…the American tradition, right?” even when the mistletoe tradition was made in Greece, Soldier still tried his best to woo you