Here's my first installation of The Twelve Days of Hetalia! There's 12 days til X-mas and that silly kids song is what inspired me to do a little thing for each day! This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I didn't have time! R&R. Enjoy! (BY the way, I mainly keep religion out of these drabbles; the only one even close to somewhat religious is the Christmas Truce one . . . barely.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters.

Arthur smiled as he walked up to his colony's house, one arm bandaged up. It had been quite awhile since he had been able to visit the boy and now it was already Christmas day.

He looked down at the bag in his good hand and smiled before setting it down off to the side; wouldn't want it to get damaged now, especially since he had worked so hard on it. Arthur opened the door, "Alfred! Where are you lad?" He called out, waiting in the doorway.

"ARTIEEEE!" Squealed a small boy as he tackled the older nation in an ecstatic hug. "You're back!"

"Oof!" The older nation reeled back, nearly knocked over by the small boy. Arthur chuckled as his colony attempted to hug him to death. "It's Arthur, not Artie." He corrected with a smile. "How have you been Alfred?" Arthur removed the boy from his waist and grabbed the bag with his good arm.

Alfred bounced up and down on his toes. "I'm great 'cuz now you're here so I'm not lonely no more! What's in the bag?" He asked in a rush of words, his bright blue eyes wide in curiosity, then suddenly changing to concern as he noticed the older nation's bandaged arm. "Artie! What happened to you're arm? Did'ja get in a fight with someone? Who did it? They gotta know they're not allowed to hurt my Artie!" The boy exclaimed with a protective frown.

Arthur stared down at the young nation for a moment before laughing. Alfred really was too adorable; so protective for someone so young. Said adorable nation looked up at the Englishman in worry."It's not funny!" He exclaimed. "You're hurt! Who did it? They aren't allowed to hurt you 'cuz I said so!"

Arthur smiled; his colony really was too precious. "It's okay Alfred; don't get so worked up, I did it to myself."

Alfred frowned. "How?"

Arthur held up the bag, "I had a disagreement with my tools while making this for you is all." He said dismissively. "Do you remember what holiday it is today?

Alfred's eyes lit up at the brightly colored bag and he nods enthusiastically. "That's silly Artie, you should be careful with tools! And it's ummm . . . Christmas right? Wait! . . . You made it for me?" He asks eagerly, bouncing up and down in excitement.

The older nation smiled at his colony fondly, "Good, you remember. And yes, I did."

Alfred's looked at him eagerly. "Can I open it now? Can I? Pleeeeeeease?"

Arthur handed the bag to him. "Go ahead."

Alfred took the bag from him and opens it up to reveal a small checkered chest with tiers like a castle atop it. "Woah! What is it?" He asked looking up at Arthur.

Arthur chuckled. "Try looking inside it." He suggested.

The small nation looks back down at it and eagerly opens it up; his eyes widen and he sets it on the floor and sits down so he can start pulling out all of the individually painted and unique wooden soldiers. "Woah! This is so cool! They all have different faces and everything! Did you make ALL of this?" He asks in a rush of excited words.

Arthur smiled and sat down next to him, "Yes, I've been working on it for quite a while now. Each one is different and unique in its own way. Here, look at this one." He said picking up one whose uniform was slightly different than the rest.

Alfred took it and looked at it for a moment. Looking at the rest of the soldiers, it was easy to tell that this particular one was the highest ranking soldier, but that's not what made it special. Alfred's eyes widened. "Woah!" He exclaimed in surprise. "This one kinda looks like me! But it looks all grown up!"

"That's because it is you Alfred." Arthur said with a smile. "How I'd imagine you'll look in a few years. Do you like them?"

Alfred's eyes widen. "Woah! And you even made me the highest rank!" He sets them down and hugs Arthur fiercely. "Thanks Artie! I love them! This is the best Christmas ever!"

Arthur smiled and hugged him back fondly. "I'm glad you like them. Merry Christmas Alfed."

"Merry Christmas Artie!"

Well, there's the first installation of The Twelve Days of Hetalia! Hope you enjoyed it! I ADORED writing it! Each one will feature a different pair of characters and most of them will be fully grown but this idea was so cute I just had to write it! R&R please! I'll put the next one up later!

Au revoir!

JWR