Alright! So I'm doing a Christmas challenge! I'm going to update everyday until Christmas Eve! Though I might skip out on weekends cause...no one wants to write on weekends when they can be doing Christmasy stuff. So...yeah!

Background information! Ancient names WILL be used between the United Kingdom, not often but still there. For people who don't know what I'm talking about it's basically Albion, Alba, Cymru, ext. That's not their human names, but ancient names.

Human names I'm going to ease you into. But I named them as follows: Scotland-Aidan Kirkland (all sharing the last name peoples), Ireland- Declan Kirkland, North Ireland- Cian Kirkland, Wales- Iago Kirkland (couldn't resist after reading Othello and found out it was a Welsh name). I don't expect people to memorize these, but you'll hear them throughout the story.

Two OC's are in this. Talia is England's daughter, and Prussia's finacée (long history there). And Navey is England's girlfriend, and Russia's not directly related sister. They're cool, trust me. So I hope you enjoy, I sure will and...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING in this! All Hetalia belongs to it's rightful owner and as for Talia and Navey...they belong to me and my Beta :)


Christmas with the Kirklands

Chapter I

~December 1st, Christmas Tree~

"Uncle! Would you stop smoking in here!"

"I have the window open,"

"I know! And it's freezing now!"

"That's not my problem,"

"Come on Aidan, put out the cigarette and close the window."

"Fine!" The redhead exclaimed angrily before flicking the cigarette in his hand out the partly opened window.

"DON'T-" The other six members in the car all shouted at the same time, only to be stopped by the loud swerving noise of a car behind them, but luckily no crash.

"Alba! Those are my citizens!" England scolded beside the Scotsman in the front seat. Scotland rolled his eyes and closed the window before paying attention to his driving.

"And?" He questioned.

"Be more respectful! I don't try and kill your citizens!" The blond exclaimed.

"If you want to talk respectful I would start with getting a new car. This drive is just abusive to this old one," Scotland answered while looking at the beat up car they were in.

"She's perfectly fine!" England snapped.

"Now here's the real question. How come WE'RE stuck in the back seats when we're older than everyone in the middle!" North Ireland complained from the very back seat with his twin. Ireland rolled his eyes beside him as the three in the seats in front didn't even bother looking back at him.

"Because we're Awesome," Navey answered on the left.

"That's my Fiancé's line," Talia muttered without taking her eyes off the window on the right, her head resting against her propped up arm. Wales chuckled in the seat between them.

"Miss him already?" He asked.

"Ja, I wish we could have spent Christmas with him. Well, now I'm stuck with all of you. Hurray!" Talia cheered sarcastically. Wales gave a small laugh and Navey smiled encouragingly to her.

"How many more miles?" Ireland questioned nonchalant.

"We're almost there," Scotland answered.

A screech was heard and Scotland turned his head to his window as a car tried to pass them. Immediately he sped up the beat up car to keep up with them.

"Alba, let them pass," England said with a wave of his hand. His brother ignored him as he continuously sped up to the other driver's annoyance.

"Alba, let them pass," England repeated more sternly. The car beside them made a heavy acceleration, but Scotland easily matched it, considering the state of their car.

"Let them pass!" The blond snapped and his brother huffed.

"Hey, look, a rock," Scotland said as he looked past England's window as if he actually saw something. Being naïve, all six turned to look past the left windows as Scotland turned back to the right to the angry faces of the other car who were now mouthing profanities. While the others were distracted he stuck up his middle finger and enraged the other car.

Suddenly the car started to drive up against them, and instead of trying to turn the other way like a sensible driver, Scotland turned the steering wheel and rammed up against the other car. The others in the car all gasped at the impact.

"Aidan, what the hell are you doing!" Ireland asked angrily.

"Showing this wanker where he can go," Scotland answered while pushing the old car up harder against the other car.

"Alba stop it!" England said while trying to turn the steering wheel away from the other car. Scotland pushed his hands away easily, and continued on what he was doing.

"U-Uncle!" Talia cried as she held onto her seat for dear life.

"Yeah!" Navey cheered.

"Brother, stop it!" Wales complained.

"I don't feel so good," North Ireland muttered while wrapping his arms around his stomach and crouching over.

"Aidan, stop harassing Arthur's citizens before you make Cian puke." Ireland warned flatly. Scotland growled annoyed.

"He can hold it," He retorted, pulling back and slamming into the other un-wielding car harshly. Cian groaned.

"Uncle!"

"Aidan, stop it!"

"I don't want to be thrown up on,"

"Alba!"

"ALRIGHT!" Aidan finally bellowed and all the other voices stopped complaining as he pulled away from the other car and sped ahead of it, still showing his dominance and victory.

It was quiet in the car, no one knowing what exactly to say.

"How much farther?" Cian groaned, unsure if he could hold his stomach for much longer.

"We're almost there," Aidan grunted out.

"Hang in there Cian," Wales encouraged while turning his head back to look at his sibling.

"You are all a bunch of babies," Scotland muttered.

"This wouldn't have been a problem if you had just let him pass," Arthur hissed angrily.

"I would have kept going if someone wasn't always getting car sick," Aidan replied harshly, glaring at the mirror where he could see Northern Ireland hunched over.

"I don't always get car sick," Cian muttered as his twin rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"Ever since you took that crazy rocky side road a year ago he has never recovered," Ireland replied.

"Whatever," Aidan answered. "We're here by the way,"

Those who were capable in their current position in the car to see out the right hand window could see a sign for the forest area they were going to get their Christmas tree from. Unfortunately Aidan looked out that window too, and the car hit a rather large rock on the road, making him temporarily lose control of the car long enough for the car to travel onto the other side of the road and nearly hit an oncoming truck.

"Turn the car!" England yelled and Scotland quickly turned the car onto the side of the road, hitting a snow bank, went through the snow and into the parking lot of the area. He hit the brakes and the car stopped. There was a moment of silence.

"Is…everyone alright?" Arthur asked slowly, turning his head to see the others. Both Irelands, who had taken their seatbelts off to crouch over more comfortably, or to help the other, had North Ireland flung over the middle seats and was now upside down, his head on the floor of the car, and Ireland somewhere in the back but out of sight.

"Cian? Are you alright?" Talia asked slightly frightened from the events. North Ireland groaned in response. Wales sighed and helped lower Cian's legs down from their position over the seats.

"Declan? You okay back there?" Navey called.

"I'm fine," Ireland responded roughly as he got up from the floor in the back and onto his seat again, dishevelled.

"Well, we're here," Scotland announced. "Let's go,"

~oOo~

"Are we almost there yet?"

"No,"

"How much farther?"

"You'll know when we come to it,"

Six of them groaned as all of them were forced into trudging through knee deep snow.

"Why can't we just buy a Christmas tree like everyone else?" Navey questioned as she wrapped her arms around her torso to keep herself warm.

"You guys always complain I'm not traditional enough…or someone has a bigger Christmas tree than me…well not this year! We're doing this completely traditional! No fake trees!" England answered with a huff.

"They sell pre-cut trees you know," Wales answered with a raised eyebrow at his brother.

"…I already looked at those, they're not big enough." Arthur answered.

"So instead of sucking up and buying a small tree that will fit the house you're going to make your four brothers, your daughter and your fiancée trudge through the snow to drag a big tree back with us." Scotland said flatly.

"I don't see why you're all complaining," England huffed. Talia sighed.

"I'm getting tired…Uncle, give me a piggy back ride," She demanded as she walked over to Scotland and offered her hands out to be picked up. Scotland raised an eyebrow at her.

"No,"

"Please~! It's cold, and I'm short, and it's hard to walk!" She complained.

"Suck it up. You always say you're short and cold," Navey retorted. Talia glared at the other girl before turning back to the red head.

"Please?"

"…Fine," Scotland finally sighed, unable to deny his niece anything.

"Danke!" Talia practically sang as she hopped onto Scotland's back as he wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her up.

"What! That's not fair!" Navey complained.

"Ha-ha!" Talia said while sticking her tongue out at the other.

"Act your age," Arthur scolded his daughter. Talia looked at him flatly.

"I'm not as old as you think I am. I'm only a bit over two hundred years old." She answered.

"Artie, give me a piggy back ride," Navey complained.

"No,"

"Don't count on it Navey, he might sink if you put weight on him." Scotland said with a grin. Everyone laughed except for Arthur, who blushed madly.

"I beg your pardon!" He shouted angrily.

"Come on Arthur, like you said, this Christmas we're going to be more traditional. Which means we're going to act like a family, and, believe it or not, laugh." Wales interjected.

"Family spirit doesn't come from making fun of each other, Iago." Arthur huffed.

"Yes, but you got to admit, it was funny." England glared.

"…I'm cold," North Ireland said as his teeth began chattering.

"I think we're all cold," Ireland answered while wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulders to warm him.

"Hopefully we'll find this damn tree soon," Scotland muttered unhappily.

Unfortunately, they had to walk on for another good half hour before they reached 'The Tree'.

"There it is!" Arthur exclaimed happily as he rushed over to the giant tree.

"Whoa," Talia exclaimed as she looked at it over the Scotsman's shoulder.

"That's a big bugger," Aidan agreed.

"There's no way that's going to fit in the house," Ireland commented.

"Isn't it great?" England called back to the others, being too far ahead to hear what they were saying.

"It's huge!" Navey exclaimed excitedly.

"Arthur, don't you think it's too big?" Wales questioned.

"Nonsense!" England answered with a dismissive wave.

"Alright, then here's a good question: How are you going to cut it down and drag it back?" Scotland asked. There was a pause.

"…Bugger," Arthur muttered.

"You forgot to bring something to cut down the tree!" Talia exclaimed incredulously.

"W-Well…"

"Smooth move Albion," Ireland criticized.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" England shouted at Scotland.

"I wanted to see how far we'd go before you remembered." The red head answered.

"What!" The others all shouted in unison.

"Well NOW what do we do?" Navey asked impatiently.

"…I guess we'll have to go back," Wales finally answered.

"No way! I'm not going ALL the way back and then come here again!"

"Yeah!" Talia agreed.

"Looks like you'll have to dig it up then," Scotland concluded. There was another silence that fell over them all.

"Not it," Talia called out.

"Alright brothers, let's ALL do it," Ireland said with a sigh.

"D-Declan I'm t-too cold!" North Ireland said with a shiver.

"I'll do it!" Navey volunteered.

"Alright then," Scotland said while putting Talia down from his back. "Let's get to work,"

~oOo~

"I can't believe you guys actually dug that thing up, dragged it to the car, strapped it on the roof, and then brought it here." Talia said with a shake of her head as she stood in the living room of England's house with all of her relatives. Navey and Ireland were both laying on different couches exhausted as England, Scotland, and Wales tried to figure out a way to get the tree, which had the roots cut off and was waiting outside, inside without damaging the house.

"Well, at least we didn't have to help," North Ireland pointed out as he carried a tray of hot chocolate into the room, and a few mugs of tea, before offering it to everyone.

"Yeah, thanks for the help by the way," Ireland mumbled sarcastically to his twin.

"Arthur, there's no way the tree is going to fit in here if we don't cut off the top," Wales said impatiently as his younger sibling refused to listen to him.

"Its fine the way it is!" England huffed.

"Albion, listen to Cymru. He's smarter than you," Scotland sided.

"He is not!"

"Would you guys stop fighting and bring the verdammt tree in!" Talia yelled angrily.

"Stop swearing in German, you're not even German," Ireland criticized.

"I'm going to marry Prussia; I can say whatever I want." Talia retorted.

After five more minutes of blissful argument, Wales and Scotland convinced England to cut a bit off the top of the tree so that it could fit. Once that was done the three went outside and roughly brought the tree inside.

It took perhaps an hour to set the tree up, trim it, and make sure it had plenty of water.

"Now…what?" Wales panted tiredly.

"We decorate it…I guess," England answered.

"You guys rest, Cian and I will finish it." Talia suggested. England, Scotland, and Wales all nodded before taking a seat on the ground against the occupied couches.

"I'll go get the decorations," North Ireland excused himself before exiting the room.


A/N- And there you have it! Chapter numero une! So, any questions on anything, don't be afraid to ask. If the weather seems out of character for England, it's cause I live in Canada and we get a lot of snow here. So...yeah, not much I can do but try and get it accurate. Any helpful tips is great. So please Review! :)