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Christmas is something he's always hated. So when his new lover asked about spending the holiday together the nation wasn't sure what to say, truly rare moment for the young 2p with an even rarer answer. "Yeah Babe, your place or mine?" It came with a smile that his boyfriend quickly returned.

"Why not your place?" England said with a warm kiss that he couldn't resist.

"The fuck was I thinking?" America says out loud with a groan knowing he wasn't thinking with his head but something else so now he'll have to live with the mess he's made.

A tree stands tilted in the corner of his living room while lights are scattered around him, most by now broken from his battle with them. Lucy, his border collie, lifts her head towards her master seemingly not to notice the mess around her. "Oh don't give me that look." Jason mumbles crossing his arms as he kicks an angel over the couch. "He fucking expects the same shit at Alfred's house no matter how impossible that shit's gonna be."

Lucy lets out a tired yawn before resting her old head back on her pillow. "Nice pup just fucking ignore me like everyone else." Her brown eyes open slowly but she refuses to move. "Pup?" He walks past the scattered decorations to his beloved friend. "You doing okay, girl?" Again she doesn't move as her breathing grows shallow as her eyes dull. "No, no, no!"

Outside England is about to ring the doorbell with two wrapped gifts under his arm when a scream makes him jump. "Lucy!?"

In a flash the gifts are forgotten as England throws open the door rushing quickly into the living room. He only stops for a moment seeing his taller boyfriend kneeling by the fireplace, his shoulders shaking slightly. "Jason?" He says quietly taking a step forward.

"Art...can you save her?" Jason doesn't care how weak it comes out or what his brothers might think if they ever heard. All he wants is his puppy back.

Taking another step England sees the dog lying motionless in his arms. "No, I'm sorry but I can't."

His red eyes shine with unshed tears. "W-why? Cause she's a dog? If she was Alfred's fucking dog you would." He holds tighter to the animal in his arms as his eyes grow cold.

Most would slowly back away knowing by the look on Jason's face that he's out for blood. So while it could get him killed England kneels beside him touching the Collie's nose. "Because it's her time...how old is she?"

"Fifteen..." Jason whispers coarsely hating himself for not seeing sooner that his friend was nearing her last moments but more for crying in front of another nation. "I fucking hate this mother fucking holiday."

With a nod England pulls him closer knowing that nothing he says will stop the pain the other is feeling. "I know..." He bites his lip; death is something they all have to face no matter how much it hurts. "Can I see her?"

He doesn't want to and yet he can't say no so after a moment he hands her over. "If you hurt her I'll kill you."

"I know love." It's not an empty threat though England isn't worried as he pets the animal in his arms. "How old is she?"

"I just told you fifteen."

"Months?" England says as a he spots a tail wag.

America doesn't catch it as he blinks. "Years."

"Hmm," England answers with a smirk. "You sure about that?"

As his eyes narrow America answers. "I told you," Suddenly Lucy is up and in his face. "Pup!" He quickly hugs the dog's neck burying his face in Lucy's warm long fur.

England smiles warming knowing he won't get a thank you, not that it really has to be said. So he turns back to the living room. "So...what happened here."

For a moment Jason lifts his head remembering the clutter around them. "Like I said...I fucking hate this holiday." Lucy lets out a bark in agreement as England chuckles. "What?"

"Nothing Love."