Merry Chirstmas everyone!

I do not own Hetalia!

England sighed. It was Chirstmas, and just like the past few years, he's spending it alone. Before, when America was still his colony, Chirstmas had been the highlight of each year. Now, England was pretty sure America spent his Christmas's throwing parties which, as usual, he wasn't invited to. Body relaxing, he sank into his armchair, content with what he was doing.

"Well, isn't this a nice Christmas?"

...yeah right.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

He jolted, frowning. No one ever, and he means never, comes over. Even his siblings are invited tho America's parties. He's seen the photos they've taken.

Grumbling, England went to the door and opened it.

"Who in the bloody hell is-Russia?!"

indeed, it was Russia, standing at his door, smiling.

"Da, it is me, comrade."

England stared for a bit more, then cleared his throat. Scared of him or not, he was still a gentleman.

"W-well, then, c-come in, Russia."

Still smiling, Russia walked in.

"Make yourself at home. I'll make some tea."

Russia nodded, and when England came back with tea, Russia was comfortably seated in front of his fireplace, thankfully not in his seat.

"Ah, spasibo."

They sat in silence, while England was debating wether or not to use this opportunity to give Russia his Christmas present. You see, England actually prepared presents for each nation each Christmas, but with said nations always turning him away, he had never had the chance to hand out his presents. Unknown to him, Russia was having similar thoughts, expect his reasons were that the other nations were simply too afraid of him.

"Um, so, why are you in England, Russia?"

England tried to at least start a converstation. This was Christmas, maybe he would give the Russian a chance.

"Ah, " Russia shuddered. "Belarus started chasing me, and before I knew it, I was in England. So, I decided to visit!"

"Ah." England nodded. He had met Russia's sister. It had been quite the experience. One he did not want to repeat.

Silence.

England frowned. Well, he might as well.

"Russia, I, uh, have a present for you."

Dear God, if it wasn't bloody Russia, England would have laughed at the expression of pure shock and joy on the Russian nation's face.

"Here. I know it probably isn't good, but please accept it."

England handed the neatly wrapped present to Russia, who held it like it was a gift from God.

"Is it okay for me to unwrap it?"

England's eyes went wide, immediately thinking of America, who had asked the same question on his fist Christmas, in almost the same voice. No, he thought. This is Russia, and America isn't your colony any more. Composing himself, he nodded.

"Of course lad."

Russia teared the wrapping off, eyes lighting up as he held up the very pale pink scarf England had knitted him.

"S-spa-no, Thank you, England."

England blinked, before smiling softly.

"Call me Arthur, Russia."

This earned a smile.

"Then I insist you call me Ivan, Arthur."

England raised an eyebrow, but smiled.

"Actually, I also have something for you."

Now it was Englands turn to look surprised.

"Me?"

Russia nodded.

"Da. I hope you like it."

England gingerly unwrapped the package Russia pulled out from his coat, a smile forming.

"Thank you...Ivan."

Russia had given him some tea, and, the most important to England, sunflowers. Now this was because everyone knew how much Russia treasured sunflowers. To be given one from him was quite surprising.

And this was the start of an unlikely friendship.

For quite a bit, the two nations engaged in an conversation, after England had put away the sunflowers, Russia wearing the scarf England had knitters him, and drinking the tea England got from Russia.

"Well, it's quite late. Would you like to stay for the night?"

Russia smiled, though it was no longer his normal childish smile, but a genuine smile.

"That would be most appreciated, Arthur."

~~~TIME SKIP CAUSE I CAN~~~

Russia stood at the door, wearing his new pale pink scarf and a small bag of tea that England had packed for him after finding out that the Russian had a liking for tea.

"It's been a pleasure this Christmas, Ivan. I hope we can keep this friendship?"

Russia beamed.

"Of course, Arthur. You are welcome anytime at my place. And I hope too to keep this friendship."

The two bade goodbye and the two unlikely friends had a simultaneous thought through their head as Russia set out and England closed his door.

This is going to be a great year.

Okay, so this is just a short Christmas fic for you all! Sorry the ending is so crappy, i was being rushed by someone. *huffs* so, I will be making short fics for special dates (birthdays, holidays, etc), so I hope you guys support these! THIS IS NOT AN ENGLAND X RUSSIA FIC! THIS I SSIMPLY ABOUT TWO LONELY NATIONS BECMOING FrIENDS!

so now that is done, Merry Chrstmas everyone!

Reveiws are welcome!

-Violet