Word of Advice: Don't Leave The World Nations Alone On Christmas Eve
Introduction
The inspiration for this story came from a boring afternoon when I had nothing to do. I was thinking of Christmas. I was thinking then of Santa Claus, and how weird it was when I knew a sixteen year old who still believed Santa was real. I then thought of my favorite Christmas movie, Elf. Then I thought of Finland as Santa. Then I laughed and thought of the Hetalia Characters and Christmas. Then I thought what a strange story I could create.
So, I hope you enjoy my twenty(maybe twenty one, depending on the review number) chapter fan fiction about the world nations on Christmas Eve. Please rate and review J it'd make me very happy.
Part One:
Especially when England throws a party without eggnog.
Christmas time had always been one of England's favorite times of year as a young man, but now that he'd just plucked a grey hair from his head, and was expecting guests at his house any moment and that it was a disaster, and that he was out of eggnog, he wasn't particularly happy about December 24th that year.
"Damn it." he exclaimed. He'd been in the middle of fixing his uni-brow when the doorbell rang, "Who in the world could that be? I would have expected everyone to arrive late."
England looked at himself in the mirror, "Well, I suppose this will have to do. I don't look that shabby, I guess." he smiled, and ran to get the door.
"Merry Christmas…" he opened the front door to find no one there, "Er, Hello?"
"Hi England. Do you mind I got here a little early?"
"Is anyone there?"
"Yeah. I am."
"Strange." England closed the door.
"Hey, are you just going to leave me out on the flipping front steps of your freaking house to die of frost bite? France won't like you very much then. Wait, he already doesn't. So fine, leave me here. I'll just go find a polar bear to snuggle with. But you poor people don't have polar bears though do you? So you wouldn't know the warmth that they bring. Or would you rather me go visit Cuba? I'll do that. I'll go get raped. Uh-huh, yes. I will. So leave me out here to freeze to death. Gosh England, you're just like America." Canada snowballed away.
England returned to admiring himself in the mirror.
"This sweater makes me look fat." he sighed, "Pooh. I wish I had some eggnog, it always makes everything better."
He picked up his guest list from the his desk which was surrounded by half-written letters addressed to: "The United States of America" and old butterscotch wrappers and quill pens and pictures and his unicorn key chain.
He's invited America, and Canada (although he wasn't fully convinced Canada would show up). He had also invited China (no choice there). With China, came Japan, with Japan came Germany and Italy and with Italy came Romano. With Romano came Spain and with Spain came everybody else.
Russia had heard about the party, and invited himself, his sisters and the Baltics. Poland was coming since Lithuania was skipping on over.
Greece heard from Japan about the party and sent his cats to attack England. England invited Greece.
Hungary found out from Spain and told Austria, who told Switzerland.
Anyway, somehow France found out and decided to come.
England had a busy week of RSVP calls.
"It'll be a crowded house of unwanted people. But at least I'm making the effort." he combed his hair and made faces at himself in the mirror, "I look pretty good, considering."
He turned off the newfangled iPod thing America had given him the previous Christmas and walked down to the living room. It was a mess, but it wasn't nearly as bad as America's bedroom. (He found great pride in keeping his house cleaner than America's bedroom.)
The doorbell rang again, and England looked through the peephole.
"Oh no. Not him." England complained, and the door flew open.
"Hi England."
"Merry Christmas, Prussia."
"If you're wondering who invited me, I'll tell you. MYSELF. 'cause I'm awesome."
"Yes, I figured. I'm surprised that you're the first one here though."
"Oh, that's because I TP-ed my bro the neat freak Germany's house. And my pet rhinoceros Penny sat on Austria's house. And Hungary denied my marriage proposal…again. Otherwise, they'd probably be here by now."
"I see. How…unfortunate for them. And how fortunate for Miss Hungary. Where's that thing you always keep on you head?"
"Gilbird? She flew south for the winter. Her uncle, Lawrence the Teddy Bear, got shot in the wing, she was going to help him get better."
"Oh…I see…" England had no fondness in his heart for Prussia.
The doorbell rang again, and Prussia giggled, "Doorbells remind me of a story my Mama used to tell me when I was growing up about an elevator and a crotch…"
"I don't really want to hear it now, Prussia." England opened the door, "Merry Christmas, Germany."
"PRUSSIA!"
"Ja?"
"UGH!"
"What he really wants to say is, 'Merry Christmas everyone!' but since he currently wants to suck out Prussia's soul and send it back underground where it belongs, he's speechless." Italy smiled, "Merry Christmas, England."
"Hello Italy."
"Hi England." Austria said, following Italy and Germany in the house, "My house got sat on, so I had to ride with them."
"Yeah, Switzerland was to busy trying to hire a babysitting for Liechtenstein, and Hungary was getting a massage. So he came with us!" Italy clapped his hands.
"Well, welcome." England smiled and nodded.
"LIKE OH MY GOSH THERE'S LIKE A PARTY IN MY TUMMY!" Poland walked in, looking like a Christmas elf.
"Merry Christmas, Poland."
"Yeah, like hi."
England closed his door after Poland walked in, only to have it be flung open again.
"Oi. Italy, why do you hang around such creeps?"
"Merry Christmas, Romano!" Italy hugged his brother.
"I hate you so much."
"But you love me!" Spain said, following Romano in.
"Oh no, not you!" Romano screeched.
"Yes me!" Spain clapped his hands.
"You can see the family resemblance, can't you?" Hungary asked, walking in.
"Hey England, what's with the sleigh in front of your house? It kinda creeps me out." China raised an eyebrow.
"Merry Christmas."
"No seriously, what's with the sleigh?"
"I have no idea. I didn't even know there was a bloody sleigh in front of my house."
"Maybe it's America's. Anyway, Hong Kong sends his regards with a note that he hates you. Japan should be coming soon. He said he had some business to take care of." China shrugged.
"Hey look everybody, it's Russia!" Italy called from the window.
Everyone ran towards a window and saw Russia emerge from the sleigh on the white from snow front lawn.
The reindeer pulling the sleigh collapsed on the ground. Belarus got out of the sleigh and went to pat their heads, then ran and clung to her big brother.
Poland ran outside, "LITHUANIA!"
Lithuania sighed, and rose to greet his friend, "Merry Christmas, Poland."
"What's with the antlers?" Poland asked.
France scrambled out of the bushes and over to join the party, "Sorry I took so long to get here, I had to finish my perm. Do you like?"
England groaned.
"Konichiwa." Japan's quiet voice rang out, then a loud meow.
"Hi everyone." Greece grinned.
"Merry Christmas." England frowned, he was starting to get tired of saying those words, "Now we're just missing…"
"HEY AREN'T YOU GUYS RUNNING A LITTLE EARLY?" America ran up the front steps and into the house.
England smiled, and closed the door behind him.
"Whoa. That was really super tiring. Try running from my house to your house sometime, England. Whew." America leaned over and breathed heavily.
"Well, Merry Christmas, everyone." England said, ignoring America's comment.
"Dude, I'm so tired. Can I have some eggnog?" America asked.
"Er…I'm afraid to admit…I don't have any eggnog."
A cold silence overtook the room. All eyes stared at England. No eggnog?
"Oh well, I've got pop tarts." Greece held up a box and everyone cheered.
Prussia jumped up and down on the couch, "AND I HAVE AWESOMENESS!"
"Don't worry little man. I brought eggnog." Russia pat England's head, "And I brought entertainment."
"You did?" France questioned.
"I did." Russia produced a creepy laugh, and a purple glow.
And this is how the nightmare began.