A/N: Hi guys! Wow, I haven't been on here in a while, eh? To make up for that in a weird-ish way, here's a new holiday inspired fic! I hope the summary for it wasn't too sucky but if you've read this far, I'm adding a betters summary below. Please enjoy!

Arthur Kirkland is in love with a man who is about to get married. Across the Pond, Matthew Williams realizes the man he lives with has been cheating on him. To men who have never met and live 6,000 miles apart, find themselves in the exact same place. They meet online at a home exchange website and impulsively switch homes for the holiday. Arthur moves into Matthew's L.A. home in sunny California as Matthew arrives in the snow covered English countryside. Shortly after arriving at their destinations, both men find the last thing either wants or expects: a new romance. Matthew is charmed by Arthur's handsome best friend Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Arthur, with inspiration provided by legendary actress Amelia Allen, mends his heart when he meets Matthew's brother Alfred F. Jones.

This Hetalia adaption of The Holiday may seem a bit different, but it will contain just as much holiday spirit, romance, and gumption as the actual film!

{Chapter One: Arthur's POV}

Love is special, different from what people may think. The Doctor once said that love is a promise. I haven't experienced love that way, but the episode that line is from showed me that it can happen. Shakespeare once said that love is blind. Now this I know to be true.

There are many forms of love. There is the love that everyone hopes to find. For some, love has inexplicably gone away over time. For others, love is simply lost. Then there are those whom love has hurt. The ones who feel in love on their own. This is unrequited love, and you are listing to one such victim.

People focus on the stories of people falling in love with each other. Well, what about us? The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space. My half of the story is this, the story that needs to be told. My story of willing loving one man, Francis Boneboy, for three miserable years. The worst three years of my life spent loving a man who refuses to love me back! Oh the site of his blonde hair and blue eyes…heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can't swallow. Oh that arsehole.

"Francis again?" Gilbert asked as I grabbed his beer mug and took a long gulp.

"Yes," I growled. I could see him, ignoring me like he doesn't notice me starting at him. "Does it look like I'm crying?"

"No, no it just looks like the effects from my cigarette smoke. Arthur, I will see you two together right?"

"What?"

"I mean, he cheated on you but you stayed friends."

"Well I was in love with him. Head over heels even. It's hard you see, we…we email, when he's not with her of course. Also when he's not with her we'll talk on the phone, sometimes for hours! Then there's the occasional long lunch…"

"Gott you're so pathetic."

"Don't I know it."

Gilbert sighed. "Arthur, what exactly are you doing?"

"Gil…"

"Arthur, when you catch your guy cheating on you, you are supposed to stay friends with the arscholoch! You're supposed to throw things at him, call him names!"

"Am I interrupting something?" An all too familiar French accent asked.

"Not at all!" I instantly replied.

"Wonderful. I've wanted to talk to you, Arthur," Francis said smiling at me.

"Excuse me I'll leave you two alone," Gilbert muttered glaring at Francis.

"Is he alright?" Francis asked.

"Yes, perfectly fine," I replied leaning against Gilbert's desk as I felt my knees starting to go weak. "What did you want to me about?"

"Anything and everything, really. I miss talking to you mon cher. Oh and I got you a Christmas present."

"That's convenient because I got you one too! It's in my office."

"Oh, mon cher, I don't actually have it with me now. I must've misplaced it somewhere. Want to know what it is?"

I sighed, feeling the tears coming. Here we go again. "No, that's alright. I'll get mine to you later then." Unfortunately (for fortunately) our boss's voice ran out calling us to crowd in together. As we filed out of the offices I lost track of Francis, so I followed the crowd.

"Before we go out on our Christmas holiday, I'd like to make an announcement," Roma explained. "This involves Arthur Kirkland…Arthur, where are you?"

"I'm over here!" I called lifting my arm up for him to see.

"Ah yes! Well Arthur, I've got a tip for you! A wedding was privately announced that no other newspaper in town has heard about and I want you to be the first to cover it! It is my pleasure to announce Jeanne Alcott and Francis Bonefoy!"

As I heard Roma call their names, I could feel my heart break. 'He's marrying her?!' I thought. 'The girl he cheated on me with! Not ready for a commitment my arse!'

"Arthur…I'm sorry…" I could hear Gilbert whisper.

"No…no I'm fine, I'm fine," I replied waving him off. I then made my way back home to my small cottage, not letting a single tear spill over. But as I slammed by front door a sob escaped. "Why?!"

A/N: Welp, here it is! I hope you guy enjoy this fic as much as I will writing it. And if you love the movie The Holiday, you'll get why I wrote this ^_^

Ciao, Athineath~