A/N: Hm, suckish title is suckish. ;D Haha. Well I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Merry Christmas, everyone~!

333 I own neither Hetalia or YouTube.

Alfred grinned widely as he welcomed his guests. He was having a Christmas party and every country was invited. America continued to smile and greet his fellow nations. "Hey! Russia, I didn't think you'd come."

Russia gave the American a blank stare. "We may not be the closest of friends, comrade, but I still like you." Ivan replied as he reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. "I will be outside if you plan to talk to me later." He walked out of the front door before America could say anything.

Chuckling to himself, Alfred took in sights of the party. People were drinking, socializing, even some were dancing. The Blonde smiled to himself. He loved seeing everyone so cheerful. Clearly, they all had the Christmas spirit. Most, if not all, nations were wearing Santa hats and a few had 'antlers'. America also took notice of his brother, Matthew, sitting on the couch next to Cuba. Whoa, wait, Cuba showed up? Oh, that's right. America pretended to be Canada and invited the Latino to the party.

Alfred didn't want to interrupt his brother and Cuba's chatter so he went off looking for more people to talk with. As he did so he, once or twice, looked out the window to see snow falling. It definitely was a bonafide white Christmas.

"Hey, Alfred!" The voice belonged to England. "Time to exchange gifts." Arthur grumbled.

"Oh, right!" America walked into his living room, seeing everyone gathered around the tree. Surprisingly, lots of his friends had bought him presents. This made him laugh and grin. "Thanks, you guys." Once everyone received their Christmas gifts, the living room went back to it's calm manner. They were all having a good time…all but one certain Englishman.

Arthur hadn't really been enjoying himself. Francis already tried, and failed, to grope him numerous times. He stood there by the kitchen door, lonely and whatnot. England sighed. No one had gotten him a present, well, France did but a condom didn't really count. What the bloody Hell gift was that!? Damn that wine bastard!

"Iggy?"

Arthur turned around quickly, his eyes meeting Alfred's. "Oh, America." He cleared his throat. "D-Did you want something?"

"Yeah!" He handed England a gift. "I wanted to give it to you earlier, but you weren't there when everyone was exchanging gifts. Why do you look so sad? Is something wrong?" Alfred eyed the Brit suspiciously.

Truth be told, Arthur was shocked, anything but sad. "You git, you didn't have to get me anything.." He blushed slightly and accepted the gift.

" 'Course I did! You and I go way back!" America patted his shoulder.

"America…" England truly smiled for once.

Alfred Jones laughed and looked up. "Ah, Iggy…" He pointed at the ceiling. "Mistletoe!"

"What!?" Arthur looked up and it just so happened that there was Mistletoe hanging above them, 'So, I guess that means we have to-" The Englishman was suddenly shy.

"I guess it does." They looked around. "So, uhh, we should kiss now, right?"

"R-Right."

Neither one of them wanted to kiss on the lips so they both gave each other a peck on the nose. England coughed and America blushed. They both walked back to the living room smiling.

"Oh, ho, ho." France crept out from behind the wall, a digital camera in his hand. He had caught Alfred and Arthur kissing…on camera! Francis laughed to himself, stroking the stubble on his chin. "This will go great on YouTube, non?"