What am I doing with my life? This apparently. Whatever the case, I've never done one of these challenges before, so I decided to give it a go. These drabbles won't be long, as the title suggests, but there will be 25 of them and they will be (reasonably) connected, so I guess it's kinda like a christmas fic spread out over 25 days. (Don't expect me not to be derailed sometimes from the ScotEng, I am but a bean with a wandering mind). Also it's probably in the 'It's in the Brows' 'verse but I have yet to decide that, needless to say, that little drabble collection probably won't be updating much during the month of December since I have about a million things more important to do.

Ah, anyway, consider this my christmas present to the ScotEng fandom ;D

If you'd like a link to the challenge itself then feel free to PM me and we'll work something out.

Enjoy! ;)

Day 1: getting out/putting up decorations

"Hey Scotland! Do you know where I put the baubles?"

"Aren't they in the attic?"

"Well yes! But where in the attic you buffoon!"

"Don't get shirty with me! They should be with the rest of the decorations!"

"If they were would I be asking you were they are?"

"Well obviously I don't know then do I?"

England stuck his head down out of the attic, scowling in the direction Scotland's voice had been coming from, "Will you stop being a lazy twat and help me?"

Scotland stuck his head around the stairs irritably, "I'm hanging the garlands!"

"Well it won't matter if you hang them if we can't decorate them!"

"What do you want me to do here, England?"

"I wasn't aware your ears were malfunctioning. You should have told me, I'd have spoken louder."

"Oh ha ha," Scotland laughed sarcastically, "You're funny." And then he sighed, running a hand through his hair, and trotting up the stairs stopping at the ladder which lead to England's over-stuffed attic. He smirked, leaning against one of the rungs, "Apologize for that and I might consider helping you."

England rolled his eyes, "For what, my dear?"

"For being a snarky shit, darling."

England pouted sarcastically, "Oh poppet, did I offend you? I hadn't realized you were so sensitive."

"Only when it means I might get to knock you down a peg."

"Oh, and how's that going for you?"

"Slowly but surely, I have my ways. Namely leaving you to find your stupid decorations by yourself."

He turned around, walking back toward the stairs and making England groan, "Eugh, Scotland! Don't be a twat."

Scotland smirked to himself, turning back around, "I'm still waiting."

England gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes, "I'm so sorry for pointing out your possible hearing problems, in the future I'll be sure to keep any of your potential physical ailments to myself."

Scotland was satisfied with that, laughing and climbing up the ladder until he and England were face to face, "Thank you, I appreciate it." With a quick kiss to England's lips they began their search.

They didn't find the baubles, but they did manage to improvise by binding some bubbles to string with magic, which probably looked better anyway.