Alfred was sitting inside sipping on a cup of coffee when something slammed into the living room window.

He was up in a flash, swearing. What was it this time? Some poor bird? A neighbor kid stumbling past the property line with their BB gun and taking a shot at his house?

He was answered instead with ice and snow slowly dripping down his window as it slowly melted, and he spotted Kyle grinning in the yard, with ready made piles of snowballs already scattered everywhere.

Another snowball came hurtling towards the window, and Alfred ran for his snow gear, slipping on coat, gloves, and boots and running outside. "Hey Ozzy, what's the big idea?!"

"Snowball fight!" Kyle screamed, and threw a snowball, which connected with Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred paused and then grinned. "Oh, you're going to get it, Oz!" He said, reaching for a few of the nearest snowballs and aiming.

Kyle ran for more, although a few of Al's connected with him, but then he dived behind a snow wall.

"Hey, no fair that you made a snow fort!"

Kyle grinned, pointing to a similar one only about six feet to Alfred's left. "I believe in a fair fight!" He said, tossing another snowball and diving behind his wall.

Alfred did the same, and soon enough they were running out and grabbing more snowballs, trying to beat the other back to their fort in order to throw.

Eventually, they had picked the yard clean of ready made snowballs, and Alfred watched Kyle hurriedly trying to make more with the snow around him, but Alfred decided to use this moment of weakness, running across the yard, and with a battle cry, he leapt over Kyle's fort and pinned the Aussie to the ground, and accidentally slamming him face first into the snow.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ALFRED!" Kyle said as he lifted his head out of the snow, but when he turned over,he was grinning, and pulled the American down for a kiss.

Alfred was almost laughing until he felt a fistful of snow slammed into the side of his face, and he pulled back sputtering. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"THAT'S FOR SHOVING MY FACE IN THE SNOW, ASSHOLE!" Kyle roared. "Stings like shit."

Alfred paused, shaking his head. "Okay, guess I deserved that."

"Yeah. You really did." Kyle said, but then he stood up, and offered Alfred a hand. "Okay, I'm cold as fuck now. Let's go inside and take a hot shower."

Alfred accepted the hand. "That sounds like a good plan to me."