Genre: Man from UNCLE - slash
Word Count: 4122
Written for Nemirovitch
My thanks to her for a great set of prompts and to Sparky for her beta. Link takes you to AO3
To Napoleon each holiday seemed to have a shape that symbolized the season. Valentine’s Day, there was a heart and the Fourth of July, it was definitely flag shaped. Easter had an egg and no one could deny that Thanksgiving was more shaped like a turkey. However Christmas, Christmas to Napoleon was round. There were presents round the tree, halos around the heads of the little family in the manger, wreathes, and so on. Napoleon saw circles everywhere, even around the lights when he looked at them without his glasses on.
He put the back on and caught sight of his reflection in a nearby window. He sighed. When had he become this old? Inside he still felt thirty and though he acted younger than his years, but there were times like now that he felt very old indeed.
He glanced over at the fireplace, its flames crackling merrily, and tried to take heart. Illya had promised he’d be home by Christmas and over the years, Napoleon knew that he could count on the Russian’s words