dear Alfred,
I miss you so much, you can't even imagine. sitting alone is killing me. i cant take it anymore. I've asked for you as a Christmas wish for the past 7 years, and it hasn't come true. i am beginning to think that finland hates me too. I'm sorry if this is too short notice, but i was wondering if you could come over here like old times, and we could have just one last christmas dinner.

That was the letter that was never sent. And then 6 more years passed. Arthur, being the person he was, had stuffed it into an old file. It was december 23rd, and he was doing some early spring cleaning when he had found it. He didn't ever remember writing it, and it was already addressed to Alfred. So he put it in the 'to keep' pile. He was about to go through another file, when the doorbell rang. He sighed, and answered the door, half expecting it to be that certain Frenchman that visited him every Christmas, but upon opening the door, he was surprised to see Alfred. He was a little shocked, because the last time he had seen Alfred, besides world meetings, was the revolutionary war.
"h-hi Alfred, what brings you here?"
"oh... i just thought that you would-... never mind."
Iggy looked at him confused. But before he could say anything else, Alfred spoke again.
"mind if i come in? it's freezing out here!"
"huh? oh... sure." England stepped back as Alfred made himself at home.
"the house hasn't changed at all." He said as he put on his famous idiotic smile. Making his way to the living room, he called out "so whats for dinner? 'cause i'm starving."
"w-what? ...fine. I'll make dinner. but you have to eat it."
"fair enough."
WHAT?! that is SO not like him. he was being weird, and Iggy knew it. but even so, he went to the kitchen and started fixing the traditional pot roast that he usually did every Christmas.
back in the living room, Alfred was getting bored, just sitting and waiting with nothing to do. he knew he should've brough his x-box. he was about to go into the kitchen, to help Iggy with dinner, but decided against it, since Iggy would probably yell at him for making it "soiled" or whatever.
he started looking around. he noticed that it was a little cluttered around Arthur's desk, but he didn't want to look through his plans. he looked to the table beside him, and saw a letter addressed to him!
picking it up, he opened it carefully. it looked old. reading the date at the top, he was even more curious. 2004.
Iggy decided to check on Alfred while the roast was cooking. he entered the living room just as Alfred was stuffing the letter into his pocket. with... blush? he was getting even weirder by the minute.
"...hey... dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes..."
Alfred jumped. apparently he hadn't noticed Arthur getting there. "o-oh? is it pot roast?" england's eyes widened in shock. he had remembered! "y-yeah... it is. why?"
Alfred smiled idiotically again. "because it's what i came here for~!" that wasnt entirely true, but he wasn't going to say that he came here for Arthur. not even after that letter. which his heart was still skipping to, around in his chest.
"you can watch the telly untill its ready..." Arthur still needed to make the sides dishes, so he headed back into the kitchen.
Alfred turned it on and zoned out. watching the tv was just the thing that he needed to take his mind off things.

this is my first fan fic. i know its not that good, but i hope to make it better as i go along. and yes, of course this will be a multi chappie. =u= plz review. i would love feedback. ^J^ tkx,

-ze german writer-