Copenhagen, Denmark. That's where the Nordic house was. It was used when the Nordic countries gathered at special times of the year, and one of those special times was Christmas.

Finland absolutely adored Christmas, and went overboard with the decorations. He'd put fake snow on the windowsill, lights around every window and decorate the tree. Also baking cookies every year that looked like Santa, reindeer and presents that everybody seemed to love, and he'd organize to do things with the other Nordics.

Sweden, being as supportive as he could, also enjoyed Christmas. It was a time of year for bonding, and joy. He'd make toys for little Sealand, and big Denmark. Every year he'd try to help Finland with everything by putting lights up on the roof and on the garage. He'd also make snowmen with Sealand once he'd finished with the decorations.

Denmark also especially enjoyed Christmas, due to the cheer that spread the holiday and of course, the presents. He loved the presents he'd receive and thanked everyone for everything. Every year he tried to make cookies and every year he failed with Finland having to re-make them for him. He'd act like a big child and start snowball fights unexpectedly with Sweden. And he'd lose every time, too.

Iceland, although he may never say it, adored Christmas. He never did anything special for the Nordics, but he loved it. Christmas was his favourite holiday.

In fact, all of the Nordics' favourite holiday was Christmas.

Except one.

Norway.

Norway avoided the subject of the holiday at all costs, since he hated the holiday with every fibre of his being. His cold eyes would never thaw at Christmas, and the same eyes sent Finland angry glares every time the time of year came around. Not even a snowflake could compare to how cold Norway was, nor an iceberg or a blizzard. He was as stoic as a rock, but yet the others put up with him. He'd never voiced how much he loathed the forsaken holiday that the others seemed to cherish, so the others were clueless.

Like Iceland, he'd do nothing. Nothing but build up hatred and stress within him, clawing his skin at even the thought of Christmas. It disgusted him how everybody else seemed to get excited over one silly, stupid, childish, pathetic holiday! Every year, every single year, the outcome on the day was the same. Sure, they'd get a few presents but that was it. Nobody ever earned anything, nothing but an empty pocket.

How disgusting.

How vile.

How childish.

How worthless.