This is my first attempt at writing for 2p!characters. I don't think I'm going to make them quite as dark as some have, but I hope you still like them. I got the idea for this last January, but I wanted to post it during the Christmas season so this fic has been sitting around on my desktop for almost whole year. I hope that long of editing and tweaking has paid off. Please enjoy!

I do not own Hetalia. That belongs to Himaruya Hidakaz.
I do not own The Year Without a Santa Claus. That belongs to Jules Bass, Arthur Rankin Jr., and William Keenan.

The Nordics made it to the Snow Miser's domain by means of Finland's sleigh. They asked permission first, don't worry. "Santa" was too overjoyed with the thought of all the happy children's faces (and too delirious with fever) to realize that the plan probably wouldn't work. At least that's what Denmark thought…. Nevertheless, there was no going back now. They made a promise so they had to at least try.

Sealand, for one, loved riding in the sleigh. He'd begged Finland to let him come with him on Christmas Eve, but he wouldn't let him. This was the first time he was even allowed to even touch the sleigh. Something about it being dangerous up thousands of feet in the air. They did almost fall out once, but maybe that was just because Denmark was driving. The Dane was promptly relieved of his position, and the reigns were now in the much more capable hands of Sweden. That first scare didn't stop Sealand from leaning far out of the sleigh to get a good look at the ground rushing far beneath them when he caught a glimpse of something flashing on the horizon.

"Woah! Is that…?" Sealand trailed off as what he thought was a huge mountain turned into an enormous castle of ice.

"Snow Miser's frozen fortress," Norway replied. He was almost as impossible to read as Sweden, but Sealand could have sworn there was a look of respect or even a tinge of fear in his eyes.

"He lives in there? Is he, like, a king or something?"

Denmark laughed. "He sure thinks it."

The air became progressively and progressively colder as they approached the castle. The winds picked up and the sleigh hit turbulence that, despite Sweden's best efforts, nearly over-turned them several times. It was a relief when the sleigh finally slid on solid ground. It took them a while to slow seeing as the surface was so smooth that the reindeer's hooves had a hard time getting traction. They eventually skidded to a stop and hopped out.

Sealand's jaw dropped. It was like the whole place was made out of glass. Every edge was so smooth that he could see his reflection gaping back at him.

"Are you sure this isn't where you live, hey Iceland?"

Iceland was not amused (but, honestly, was he ever?). He tried not to act impressed by the castle, but, man, was it hard to do.

They entered slowly across the drawbridge that spanned the precarious gap between the outside and the inside of the castle.

"So have you guys ever met the Snow Miser before?"

Sweden hushed the boy as the large, open halls made the young lad's voice much louder than he intended as it echoed off the walls.

"Yes."

"Is he nice?" Sealand asked, much quieter.

"Finland saw him the most because they both have winter occupations. Finny could sometimes convince the snow monster to send favorable winds on Christmas Eve so he can get his deliveries done faster and crap, but I've only met him myself once or twice," Denmark explained, observing the ice stalactites that looked incredibly like crystal chandeliers.

They continued down the maze and were only met by the occasional polar bear. The bears weren't hostile, but glared at the intruders. Sealand held on to Sweden's hand for much of the rest of the way.

"So, where is everyone? Shouldn't he have some servants or something to tell him we're here if he's that powerful?"

"The bears," Sweden muttered.

"Hu?" Sealand quirked an eyebrow.

"The bears are his servants. They are the only ones that live in the Fortress other than him." Iceland said softly, uncomfortable with how loud the cavernous rooms made his voice sound.

"Really? He must be sad."

"Why would you say that?"

Sealand tugged at the edge of his shirt. "Well, I know what it's like to be all alone and isolated. I'm just a metal platform in the middle of the ocean, remember? People forget about me often. Does anyone visit him?"

"Not really."

"Why?"

There was a long pause before Sweden answered him. "He's not pleasant."

Sealand began pondering the answer over in his head when they entered the biggest room yet. There was a hole in the ceiling that let in light and made the whole room shine like a crystal ball.

"Hey, Norge, I triple dog dare you to lick the walls."

"Shut up."

In the back center of the room stood a throne made out of what seemed to be a solid block of ice decorated with intricate frost designs. The backside of the throne was facing them and the wall that faced the front side was made up of six panels of angled ice sheets. Basically it was a wall of mirrors where the Snow Miser was reflected in them from all six angles.

In the flawless sheets of frozen water, the Snow Miser was perfectly copied. He was younger than Sealand expected. He looked about only twenty except he knew that that was improbable. After all, the nations he spent time with never looked older than late twenties either.

He had a polar bear sitting in his lap and his head tilted down onto his chest like he was sleeping. A small puff of vapor erupted from his nose as he exhaled slowly which rustled the white bear's fur.

Suddenly, the Miser's eyes flashed open. They were a pale blue-purple –the color of a person's lips when they got too cold. He grunted as he spun the throne around like it was one of Sweden's office chairs with the wheels. He stopped it when he faced his guests but looked unimpressed with his elbow propped up on the armrest of the ice seat.

His eyebrow rose as he gave his guests a once-over while, unintentionally, the guests did the same to him. His hair was blond but the ends looked like they were frozen on the tips. There was one stray hair that looped in front of his face, weighted down by the ice that accumulated on it. His hands were wrapped in the same shimmering blue fabric as his shirt. It made him look like a blue Popsicle.

"So are you going to tell me why you're here or am I just going to have to guess?"

He was blunt like the front of a snowplow and cut right to the point like the edge of hockey skates.

"We're here on Finland's behalf," Iceland said.

"Santa? How's he doing by the way?"

The atmosphere calmed as the Miser's expression softened. Instead of ice it was snow.

"Sick." Ah, leave it to good, old Sweden to explain it in one word or less.

"Really? Pity. He does realize that just because I control cold temperatures that I can't do anything if he catches a cold?"

"He knows that. He just wants to ask a favor of you," Norway explained.

"Oh?" Snow Miser's eyes brightened like an arctic fox's. "Well, Finland is the best advertisement a snow-summoner like me could want. Who else would think up ways to put me and my weather into song? I guess I do owe him one, eh?"

He popped up from his seat, causing the polar bear to jump off with a grumpy growl, and he trotted down to the group, leaving a trail of small snowflakes that fell from his hair as he went.

"What's the favor?" he asked with what was probably false casualness, as he stopped in front of the nations, leaning on his solid-ice hockey stick/staff.

"He wants you to give the south a white Christmas this year!" Sealand announced happily.

There was a loud snap as the hockey stick cracked in half when the Miser suddenly shifted his weight. His gaze darkened as he clenched his hands. Ice crackled in the air.

"You think it's my fault?" The very breath he breathed had frost clinging to it. "Do you doubt my power? Is that it? Listen here, boy! I'm Mr. White Christmas! I'm Mr. Snow! Do you know how many lives my winters take every year, eh? Where my power reaches, I'm Mr. Icicle! Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Twenty-Five Below*! They call me Snow Miser! Not Snow Flake, not Snow Angel. Snow Miser! Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch! They sing of my work in song and curse me when I show my true power! It would upset the ecosystem, the very balance of life, if I were allowed more power! You think I'm not great enough to spread my control farther South? I'm not weak -I'm too much!"

Sealand backed up while blubbering apologies although nothing probably could have stopped the angered snow monster's ranting.

"You think I ignore those lands, eh? Those lands that have never seen a flake of my wonderful snow? The lands that have never known what it's like to walk upon a frozen lake? To make snow angels and snow forts? To enjoy, just for a second, the chill of cool, winter air? To know what it's even feels like below five degrees**? Do you think I want it that way?!"

Sealand was now hiding behind Sweden who stood completely unfazed as the Snow Miser raved with his eyes as deadly as black ice.

"I don't forget them!" He stormed up to throne and stood in front of the mirrors, staring himself in the face. "And I sure as heck know what it's like to be forgotten!"

There was a long period of silence. The Nordics just stared at Snow Miser and the Snow Miser just stared at his reflection. Eventually, his expression became more lax as he cooled down.

"The equator and the warmer climates are jurisdiction of my twin brother, Heat Miser. I have no power there," the winter personification said slowly and cooly.

"Well, if we asked him to let you make it snow there for just a day, would you be able to then?" Norway asked.

Snow Miser chuckled, the tension in the room slowly lifting.

"Theoretically, yes. Although there's no way that hothead would let me in a million years."

"We can try?" Sealand piped up.

"Yeah. Well, you see, some people are just born morons. My brother is one of the worst. He'd sooner melt you where you stand than talk civilly with you."

"I don't know. Maybe he's not that bad anymore? When's the last time you saw him?"

Snow Miser snorted. "I coordinate weather and seasons with him over this communication device that displays video on this screen here," he said as he gestured to one of the mirror-ice panels, "if you can even call it that."

"I would just call it video conferencing."

"No. I meant you couldn't call our logistics meetings 'coordinating.' That would imply something domestic took place."

"Well, we're still gonna give it a shot, right?" Sealand announced, looking hopefully at his Nordic companions.

The other countries nodded slowly.

The Snow Miser hummed as he mused over the nations again.

"You aren't half bad. You're willing to face both of the Misers in order to help out your friend. …Wish I had friends like you." The last bit he added under his breath.

"We can come back and visit, can't we?" Sealand was unaware of the grimaces that his Nordic brethren were giving at the thought of staying any longer in Snow Miser's presence. "See you later, Mr. Snow Miser! Bye!" The micronation smiled and waved.

The ice-maker chuckled and smiled back when he slumped into his throne. As he watched the nations disappear down the corridors, his polar bear jumped back into its rightful place on his lap without delay.

"Who are you?"

"Seriously? I just explained that, like, not even five minutes ago. What else could I have done to make it clearer? Do want me to sing it for you? Stupid bear."

The Nordics piled into the sleigh again and the reindeer pulled them back into the sky. They made their destination south and headed off.

*-25 degrees Celsius is about -13 degrees Fahrenheit.

**5 degrees Celsius is about 41 degrees Fahrenheit.

I used Celsius in this fic even though, in the original movie/song, temperatures are given in Fahrenheit. It would just make more sense for Canada to use Celsius figures.

I wanted Snow Miser to give off a fairly good impression of himself because, in the movie, he is pretty nice to the main characters. He's only aggressive when Heat Miser is involved (and when he is, he's snarky as heck which is hilarious). I hope that I sort of kept both of their characters, both 2p!Canada and Snow Miser.

I hope that you liked it. This is only my second time writing for the Nordics so I hope I have a good feel for their characters by now.

I realized that, in the movie, one of the characters is nicknamed "Iggy," but I didn't have England stand in for that character for several reasons. I didn't want 1p!England and 2p!England in the same fic because I felt like that would be redundant or something. Besides, the Nordics just worked so much better in this situation anyway.

Will post the next chapter soon. As always, review and fav as you so desire.
Looking forward to it.