Well, look who's writing FrUK! This is basically, you know, the twelve days of Christmas, except it starts today! :D Updates every day until the 6th, too. And there might be an epilogue. But I'm honestly not sure yet.

Disclaimer: Because I would totally be writing fanfiction if I owned Hetalia.

England trudged toward the London Underground, a sour look on his face. It seemed that an unpleasant expression was always there, but today he had a special reason. It was that time of year again, the time when pine trees were adorned with lights and ornaments, the time when everybody the British nation came across was so damn happy. England scowled. He might have even enjoyed the season of winter, with the London rain for once falling to the ground as soft flakes, if not for the bloody holiday of Christmas.

Maybe the island would take pleasure in Christmas if he was left alone. Maybe he would like it if he locked himself in his Victorian home, avoiding the commercialization that had started even before All Hallows Eve. And he could even use the silly little 'Twelve Days of Christmas' his Catholic citizens had created in the 14th (or was it 15th? 16th? Britain didn't remember) century as an excuse to be antisocial until the Epiphany.

"Hey Brit…ish dude!" a loud voice stumbled over calling England by his country name. The Brit sighed, clucked his tongue, and whirled around just in time to be tackled into a nearby snowdrift.

"America!" he spat angrily, earning a few strange glances from passer byes, not to mention the stray giggles from the situation he was in.

"Alfred, dude!" the blue-eyed country laughed, spitting out some snow. "I'm incognito!"

"Well, I'm surprised you know such a large word!"

"Large word? It's only nine…." Alfred trailed off, suddenly realizing Britain had just insulted him. A pouty look crossed his face. "Aw, Artie, that's mean. And here I was going to invite you to my Christmas party!"

Invite me? Arthur thought, secretly touched. Yet what came out of his mouth was, "Well, I have better things to do on Christmas." Arthur then proceeded to try to push the heavy American(not surprising, considering how much that guy eats) off of him in vain.

"That's totally the best part!" Alfred said excitedly, cheering as the word 'Christmas' exited England's mouth. He clambered off of Arthur. "The party is ACTUALLY on Christmas Eve! Brilliant, right?"

"Brilliant is not the word I would use to describe that," Arthur wheezed, out of breath from America squishing him. He stood up, shivering and trying to catch his breath. Blasted snow. "Unoriginal, more likely."

Alfred F. Jones didn't seem to hear him. "Dude, you have got to come," he stressed. "This is do-or-die."

"Death seems quite lovely compared to spending Christmas Eve with my so called 'friends,'" Arthur put air quotes around the word.

"But Aaaaaaartieeeeeeeee….." America whined, tugging on England's coat.

"Don't call me that!" Britain snapped. He made the mistake of looking into Alfred's puppy dog eyes(a technique that had been perfected over the years) and sighed, then gave up. "Fine. I'll go, okay? But only because you wouldn't stop badgering me when I said no….." Arthur sulked.

America gave him a wide smile and hugged him, though it felt more like another tackle. "Thanks, dude! You're the best! The party is from seven to whenever the last drunk guest stumbles out the door!" Digging around in his pocket, Alfred pulled out a scrap of paper. "Here's the guest list!"

"What?!"

America had already started running. He slowed slightly to call back, "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you! The party is at your place this year, man!"

"AMERICA!"

"Incognito, Artie! Your old age must be getting to you!"

"Old age?" Arthur muttered as he tidied up the house and rearranged the ornaments on his tree. "I'm not old. It's simply that he's young. Not even three hundred yet!" Inspecting yet another old medallion he hung on the tree each year, he pulled the crumpled guest list out of his pocket, sighing. Now who might be offended by this….ah. Spain. England huffed, moving the medal to the back of the tree. He inspected the list once more.

Half of these countries don't even particularly like America, he grumbled to himself in his head. Then, out loud, "Well, at least I can hope to keep things under control." His eyes wandered farther down, then back up, catching a name he had prayed not to be there. It was inevitable.

France.

Britain shouldn't have been surprised. France was (regrettably) part of the Allies, as well as a decent friend to Alfred. Unlike to me, he thought as a flame of jealousy burned inside him. No. England shook his head. Not jealousy. Hate. Hate!

"You…..bloody…..fucking…..wanker….." Britain muttered a variety of swears under his breath as he dialed America's cell phone number. It rang twice, and then his former colony picked up.

"Hey Artie!" America exclaimed loudly.

"Shut up!" England yelled. "Why didn't you TELL me France was on the list?!"

"Well, I kind of assumed you knew. We're friends, dude," America laughed, a note of confusion in his voice.

"Well….I….!" Britain struggled for the right words. How dare America use logic for once in his life! "You…..you neglected the fact that I can't stand him!"

"Yo, Artie, don't worry. There will be plenty of other guests to annoy…..um…distract you! And France is going to be hanging out with Spain and Prussia, so there probably won't be any bloodshed."

"What do you mean 'probably'?! Because I swear to God that if that frog slips in a feel that French blood will be spilled tomorrow night!"

"And that's only between you and France. I hear Hungary has a bone to pick with Prussia."

"WHAT."

"Sorry, dude! Gotta go; I'm about to enter a tunnel!" America said. "See you tomorrow!"

"You fucking American if you hang up that phone I swear I will -"

England heard a distinctive click as Alfred hung up.

"Shit."

Arthur decided to turn in early that night.

So yeah. One chapter a day. Easy, right? Ah ha ha WRONG!

Also. Alfred will be *le gasp* LESS of an idiot. Because there are some smart Americans. Shocking, right? (No offense to fellow residents of the USA!)

So please review and favorite! For me! I want to feel appreciated!