The December sky was dark as you pulled into the parking lot of America's house. It was Christmas Eve, and you, along with the axis and the other members of the allies-were spending the night there to celebrate Christmas with America. It was easy to tell which house was his. It was the only one on the block surrounded by bright, artificial Christmas trees of every color of the rainbow, decked out with lights. His house, as well, was covered in flashing neon lights, not to mention a glowing Santa and reindeer decal on his roof, a life-size light up Nativity scene in his yard, and a mailbox covered in glow-in-the dark red and green tape.

"America, you should consider turning some of this stuff off. You'll blind drivers passing by." You said when he opened the door.

"But then my house would be totally uncool!"

You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the couch, in between France and Britain. If there were any other seats open, you would have gladly taken one, but you were the last one to arrive. Now, you were stuck between "You wouldn't know class if it smacked you in the face!" and "Well, you smell like a bloody dog!" all night long.

"Ok dudes, welcome to my totally sweet Christmas party!" America said, much louder than was necessary. "We're all going to stay up until midnight so we can be the first to experience Christmas this year! Now that everyone's here, let's get this party started!"

Britain raised his hand. "America, you said there was going to be thirteen of us here."

"There is!" he whined, raising his fingers to count. "You, me, Russia, Canada, France, China, Spain, Romano, Italy, Germany, Japan, _ and…Oooooohh yeaaaah! The other guy I invited didn't show up…guess he had stuff to do… oh well! Maybe he'll be by later. Now, let's crank some tunage!" America pressed a button on his C.D player and the song "Hamburger Street" started playing full-blast.

"U.S.A OH YEAH!" he screamed, playing air guitar and sliding on the hardwood floor. Britain immediately jumped up and shut off the music.

"I suggest you not do that again." he said, rubbing the side of his head. "You bloody well knocked a couple fillings loose."

America pouted and stood up. "Fine. Then what DO we do for four hours?"

France smirked and caressed the side of his wine glass. "Why don't we play seven minutes in heaven?"

"Uh, I vote no." Britain said, his face turning hot. The prospect of being locked in a room with France was almost too much for him to bear.

"Actually dude, that sounds kind of fun!" America said. "Seven minutes in heaven it is! Everyone, grab a note card and stick it in this hat!"

Hey, Dakotah here! This story is what I've heard is called a choose-your-destiny. So, whenever you see a _, insert your name. Just to be clear, the events in chapters two through thirteen aren't happening all at once, but more of different options of events, I guess. However, I'd greatly appreciate it if you read all the chapters… the mystery character America was hinting at will appear in the last chapter before the epilogue, so start guessing! Thanks for reading my story, and happy holidays!

Dakotah-chan