A/N: Merry Almost-Christmas! I'm doing a special 12 Days of Christmas Hetalia-style to celebrate! Ironically, I don't get into the "Christmas spirit" much... I keep finding myself humming Russia's character songs, though it's not even that cold this year. Anyway, this first installment is based off a true happening! I'm not affiliated with the poor guy at all, just so you know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia at all, and I make no profit from this. Thank you Hidekaz Himaruya!
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"On the first day of Christmas, my brother gave to me a marijuana Christmas tree."
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Ludwig was out doing some Christmas shopping at the last minute. Well, it was about a week and a half before Christmas, but that was last minute to him. As he opened the door he was hit with an undeniable smell permeating his house. A large paper bag in hand, Ludwig walked inside and cautiously looked around. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Gilbert, Antonio, Matthew, and Alfred laying on the floor. They were laying in a circle, all giggling quietly and staring at the ceiling. Ludwig stood, staring at them as he set his bag on a nearby table. Antonio laughed louder, pointing at the ceiling as he said, "That one looks like pony..."
"But we're not in Poland." Gilbert stated. The entire group went quiet again.
Ludwig walked over, hardly even surprised anymore. "Bruder..."
"Oh, look, it's Ludwig..." Alfred said dazedly. "Ludwig... Ludwig... lederhosen... that's what your last name is." Alfred giggled for quite a while over that one.
Ludwig's eye was caught by a small, tree-like thing in the corner of the room. It only looked vaguely like a tree, and had small lights on it; parts of it looked as though they'd been cut off. "Bruder, what is that?" Ludwig asked, more a statement than a question.
"Oh..." Gilbert said, wandering over and giving Ludwig a hug, "It's my Christmas tree, West."
"It's a marijuana plant isn't it."
"...Yeah, it's awesome."
"No, it is not awesome!" Ludwig pushed his brother away, earning a pout. "Damnit, Bruder, you know this is illegal!"
"...Do you have laws against awesome?"
Ludwig took a breath to explain, but just put his face in his hands instead. His paranoia began to kick in now. He couldn't throw it away, what if someone found it, and he couldn't throw it in a ditch because they might find his fingerprints on it. The answer, to him, was obvious. He must burn it; he must burn it all. He would take it outside and burn it until there was nothing left but ashes. Then he would burn the ashes for good measure.
But before Ludwig could do anything, he found a cup of amber liquid held in front of him. He realized that it, sadly, was not beer. Matthew quietly held out a glass of maple syrup as he smiled widely at the German nation. Gilbert slow-motion tackled Matthew (How can he do that? You forget, he's Gilbert), and set the glass on the ground. Then they fell asleep.
Antonio had curled up on a couch, still mesmerized by the ceiling. Ludwig began to untangle the lights as Alfred wandered back from the kitchen. Alfred was munching rather loudly on a burger, only annoying Ludwig further. After the massive untangling feat, Ludwig picked up the "tree" and brought it to his backyard.
Laying it on the ground, part of Ludwig's sanity spoke up. "Maybe you shouldn't burn it, maybe you should just throw it away..." Another voice replied "Shut up! We're burning it to get rid of the evidence!" "Okay..." the first voice replied sadly. From the glass door behind Ludwig, Alfred slurped annoyingly from a cup he didn't have a minute ago. Ludwig flicked out his lighter, trying to ignore the obnoxious American.
To Be Continued Tomorrow
