Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the story.

Hehe. Wow. Yea, so sorry about posting this a day late. I meant to have it all done by Christmas Day, but things got a little crazy around my house. ^^'

SO. This will be told in 6 separate chapters, all short, each a different pairing. I'll try to get them all posted by tomorrow! I know it's not technically Christmas now, but who cares, right? ;D It's all in the season, as I see it.

First off: US/UK. Enjoy!

"Sweaters"

England sighed as he heard the doorbell ring. He gave one last longing look at his cup of tea, knowing full well that he wasn't going to be able to finish it. Walking over, he braced himself for a moment before pulling the front door open in one swift movement. He gasped as he was immediately swept up in a huge bear hug and pressed snugly into a cotton-down winter coat that smelled strongly of smoke and the outdoors… and hamburgers.

"Iggy!" America squeezed him tighter, causing England to choke a little. "Oh, sorry." He set him down quickly, brushing off England's suit with thickly-gloved hands. England felt his lips twitch upward.

"It's quite all right," he replied. America grinned and tugged lightly on Nantucket, a slight tic he had developed over the years. England noticed fondly how the other nation's cheeks and nose were flushed a light pink, courtesy of the outside cold.

"So." America's gaze darted quickly to England, and then down to his hands. "I was thinking… Before we go to Iceland's party? Can we, uh… exchange gifts first?" He pulled out an appallingly-wrapped lumpy package from somewhere he had been hiding it within the folds of his coat.

"Oh, I suppose so." England had rather been expecting this. This was America after all. Not the most patient country on the best of days and this day just happened to be Christmas. Really, he was surprised America hadn't torn apart his house looking for his present right when the door had been opened. "Follow me."

He led a practically bouncing America to the living room, where the man promptly dived onto the couch and looked impatiently up at England. England in turn looked pointedly at him, tapping his foot. America pouted but obediently covered his eyes. England waved a hand in front of the other's face. Satisfied, he then turned away to pull out his own package out from underneath his favorite armchair. This was their annual custom, England not being willing to give away the hiding place for all of his gifts.

"You can open your eyes now."

America beamed at him as he took his hands away. He grabbed England's wrist and pulled him down on the couch next to him. "Okay, now let's both open them at the same time." He grabbed England's immaculately-wrapped package from him and handed him the much scruffier looking one in return. "On the count of three! …One- Two- THREE!"

Rip.

They both looked down at their gifts.

England was the first to break the silence, giving an awkward cough. "Well… America… This is very… nice."

"And this is- too… Iggy."

Silence again.

"Hey America?"

"…Mn?"

"What the bloody hell is this?"

America blushed a furious hue of red. "It's a sweater! See, there's where your head goes…" He pointed. "And those are the sleeves…" He pointed once more.

"Yes, yes, but…" England gestured at the sweater in a sweeping, unspecific wave. "What is all this?"

The sweater was truly horrendous. It was a bright, offensively garish shade of red, but that wasn't what made it truly awful. No, it was the… attachments. The entire garment was covered in smiling puffy white snowmen that extended several centimeters above the fabric. And there was an obnoxiously cartoonish Rudolph on the front with a nose that… actually flashed. Electrically. Definitely not washing machine safe. England looked up to see America staring down at his own gift, which also happened to be, you guessed it, a sweater.

"Dude? Have you ever seen A Nightmare on Elm Street?"

What an odd question! "No, I can't say I have."

America grimaced and held up England's present, the red and green-striped sweater, up for him to see. England couldn't see anything wrong with it. It was a perfectly acceptable Christmas-colored sweater! He knew America didn't have one like it, because he had looked in his wardrobe last time he was over at his house.

"Well see, there's this guy, Freddy Kreuger, and he's like this serial killer-"

England held up a hand. "Stop. I probably don't want to know."

America hesitated, then nodded. "No, probably not."

More silence. Both looked anywhere but at each other. England felt a burning guilt start to kindle in his gut. It was blindingly obvious neither of them particularly liked their gifts. But… it was Christmas. On Christmas they were supposed to act different, more thoughtful, unlike their normal selves. He sighed, then forced his lips into a strained sort of smile.

"I love it."

America looked up.

"Really?"

England nodded and slowly pulled the abomination over his head. He caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror and quickly looked away. Oh God, it was even more hideous than he had thought. America smirked slightly at him before pulling his sweater on as well.

"Wow, this thing sure is, uh- snazzy! You knit it yourself, Ig?"

England smiled a real smile this time. "No."

"Well it's great anyways, and you know what they say…" America got a familiar glint in his eye that England was only too well-acquainted with. "The best time to wear a striped sweater, is all the tiiiiiiime! One with a collar… turtleneck! That's the kind… Cuz when you're wearing, that one- special- sweater-!"

England groaned and hit him with a throw pillow.

"Let's go. We're going to be late, you wanker."

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