((Hello! I'm excited to actually be writing again with a bit more passion place behind this again. I wanted to do a holiday story for some time as the days got closer to Christmas so I have decided to write this multi-chapter story. Every day I will hopefully try to update a new chapter until the last chapter on December 24th. This is because it's starts on December 12th and each chapter in the next day after the previous one. I also have a side story with just mainly with England and his brother's that revolves around some what of this story. As long with another story of the "12 days of Christmas" song which this story was some what planned around do to it being 12 days until Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day I'll be uploading this song based story, but aside from that. I truly hope everyone that reads this will enjoy and I do appreciate reviews which do motivate me to continue my writing when I'm stuck on something. Now that I'm done rambling on that topic I wish to say thank you for reading and to know that I do not own Hetalia based characters such as England and America. The other character's that are England's brothers are owned by their original owners but I do have my own different views on appearance and personality in my own versions of these characters. Thank you~.))

Holiday Spirit

December 12th, 2013

He stares contently at the calendar hung on the eggshell colored wall. Arthur scans his eyes over the dates in which meetings and appointments are written under. The month of December being filled with never ending work it seems. His eyes look over the next few days. December twenty to December twenty-first, December twenty-second to December twenty-third, December twenty-... his thoughts stop as he blinks his eyes at the forgotten event written in pen on his calendar. The handwriting not his own, but the owner of his older brother Ian. The ink formed into the words 'America's Christmas Party.' The event completely slipping his mind, but a cruel reminder by his brother was given freshly this morning. Since his brothers will be staying with him until the end of the month for some unknown reason. They had already decorated his villa with lights of all sorts inside and outside. The night being littered with warm colors of whites and gold's, reds and bright greens. Tomorrow they would even be getting a tree for the downstairs living room. All of his brother's trying to place some "Christmas spirit" into him supposedly as they were saying even the Grinch can have a heart during the holidays so he should be no different. He focuses back on the problem at hand. America's Christmas party always leads to embarrassment on his pride. Trying to compete with America on whose Christmas tree is larger. He feels on top of the word every time he shows off his grand Lodgepole Christmas tree, but of coarse America has to have a big revealing of his own tree that touches the ceiling do to being brought up with steroids and plenty of chemicals he's sure of. His own tree being all natural and took care of with a fiery passion to defeat America every year; all except for this one. His break from all the papers and talking to officials doesn't take a pause till the day before Christmas Eve. He most likely won't even be attending the party as be will be too exhausted from work on top of his brother's ruckus around his home. Agreeing to himself that he will not go, he places on his shoes and leaves out the front door for work.

Arriving at the parliament, the next ten hours were filled with discussions on current problems within and internationally around the world. One meeting after the other came, the same goes for every hour that he received a text from America complaining about how he did not RSVP for the party. A long drawn out explanation in text and one or two insults added in for good measure was what he thought would do the trick to silence the constant vibrations of his cell phone. A good five minutes go by and another buzz is heard from his pocket. Letting out a sigh of irritation, he picks out his phone from his pocket and presses the side button to reveal the message.

America:

Srry to annoy u mr. grinch.

His irritation only grows at that as he presses down a bit too hard onto the button on his phone to make the text vanish from sight. Arthur shoves his phone back into his pocket and carry's on with his day. First his brothers and now America calling him that stupid and childish nickname! He's nothing like the grinch! Nothing a like at all! Taking a hold of his pen he furiously scribbles down his reports for his work. He try's his very best to keep his mind clear from the annoying matter of holiday problems for the rest of his day.

Later that evening, Arthur arrives home on the dot of nine. Taking of his shoes, he drags himself up the stairs to him room. On the way there he hears ripping and hushed swears in the guest bedroom of where Northern Ireland is staying. His brow rose in wonder but too tired to investigate whatever Northern Ireland had done wrong. He sluggishly goes into his room and shuts the door. Slipping into his night clothing and brushing his teeth before falling into bed. Replaying the events through out the day once again in his head he turns onto his side, slightly curling up. Stopping himself any further as it's far more to think on then what his mind can take at the moment. Sleep soon over takes him as he hears the final faint wrinkling of paper from the other room lull his senses.

((I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter! I will be updating this tomorrow night most likely around the same time. So for now stay healthy and happy~!))