A/N So, I really wanted to do some Christmas stuff, so I came up with this idea to write a story to go along with twelve different Christmas songs. I doubt that I will write any to go with more religious songs because that would just be way hard. Also, some of them will probably basically be the song with the Hetalia characters in them, and some of them will just be sort of based off of them. There will be different genres, no horror or anything like that, but there will probably be at least a little crack. Okay that's all, I hope you enjoy this!

I don't own Hetalia. Sadly.

1. Christmas Shoes-Newsong

It was Christmas Eve. The main street of Hetacity was bustling with activity as last minute shoppers swarmed the lit-up shops, and couples held each other close for warmth as they looked up at the giant Christmas tree.

But in the middle of the excitement was one man who was not pleased at all. His name was Arthur Kirkland. Arthur considered himself a good tempered and patient man for the most part, and as long as no one kept him waiting, or disturbed him in any way he was correct. However this Christmas he'd put off getting his hated brother a Christmas gift until the very last minute. He knew he shouldn't have put it off so long, but his mum had threatened to kill him if he didn't have a gift for all of his relatives even if he hated them, so he put it off every day until Christmas Eve night.

As he stood in the long, slow moving line, he realized he wasn't the only one waiting not-so-patiently. There was a small boy right in front of him hopping up and down anxiously and clutching a shoe box tightly to his chest. Arthur couldn't help but notice that the little boy was dressed pretty shabbily and had a piece of hair sticking straight up from his brown hair. He'd never seen such a strange cowlick.

Finally the nervous little boy had reached the counter. He slid his box up onto the counter. "Sir, please, I need to buy these shoes for my momma. She's sick, and I really, really, really, need to get them for her! Please, she has to have them!" his voice was somewhat shaky-like he could start crying any second. "Please hurry, Daddy says there's not much time."

The red and white high-heels cost $22.42. When the little boy heard this, his nervous bouncing stopped and he pulled out a bag. Arthur's heart fell when he saw the little boy dump the bag full of coins on the counter, and begin shifting from foot to foot. The cashier's mouth dropped for a second before he sighed and started to count the coins. Arthur began to think he would never get out of there.

Time ticked by slowly as the cashier counted what was probably hundreds of dimes, nickels, quarters, and pennies. Grumbling could be heard from the people in the line and some of the customers even decided to leave instead of waiting. Arthur himself was considering that option, and probably would have left, if it weren't for the fact that this was the only place he'd been in that day that still had the stupid tie he was planning to get for his older brother.

"I'm sorry kid, but this isn't enough." The cashier finally said shaking his head when he had finished counting.

"What?"

"It costs 22.42 and you only have 13.84 here." He shook his head as he spoke.

"But… But please! I have to get them for her! I have to…" He shoved his hands in his pockets and seemed to search them frantically. When he couldn't find anything, he turned around and looked up at Arthur.

That's when Arthur saw just how desperate the boy looked. After a moment he saw there even were tears in the kid's eyes. His heart almost melted. He had a soft spot for little children, and this boy looked heart-broken. It was starting to break his heart too. "Sir, what am I gonna do? I want Momma to look pretty if… if she meets Jesus tonight…" a single tear slid down the little boy's cheek.

In that moment Arthur decided that the world wasn't fair. There were people like him, people who had horrible relationships with their families and spent little to no time with them, and then there were people like this little boy. He was apparently poor, and, judging by his words, his mother was very sick, to the point of death. It made him feel incredibly guilty for his own bad relationship with his family.

By now the little boy was close to bursting into sobs, and Arthur decided what he had to do. He fished in his pocket for his wallet and sat the missing money on the counter and picked up the shoes. He smiled at the little boy and held the shoes out to him. "Here, you better take these to your mummy. I'm sure she'll love them, but I'm sure she will be much happier when her little one is by her side."

The little boy stared up at Arthur with what could only be described as complete shock. As he reached slowly for the shoes he didn't take his eyes off of his savior's face. He stared at the shoes in his hand and what had just happened clicked into place. He looked back up at Arthur and then launched himself at him, hugging the man around his waist (which was the only place he could reach). "Thank you sir! Thank you so much! Momma's gonna look so great!"

Arthur was somewhat astonished with the sudden hug, but placed his hands gently around the little boy's back. "You're welcome lad." He smiled. The wait had suddenly become worth it, just for this moment. "Now, go give those shoes to your mummy."

"I will sir!" the little boy shouted. He took off in a run but paused at the door "Thank you! And… and Merry Christmas!" then the little boy had disappeared into the crowded streets and Arthur knew he probably wouldn't see him again. Arthur had never really given much thought to the possibility of a God out there that cared about people, but maybe, just maybe, there was a God out there that sent this little boy to remind him what Christmas is about. He looked down at the tie he had been planning to buy his brother. Arthur Kirkland made his way back into the shelves to find gifts that his brothers would actually like.

A/N Not great, but I really wanted to do one for Christmas shoes. So, please follow, favorite, review, or hang out in cyber space. You know, whatever. But I would really appreciate critique, and reviews so yeah, see you tomorrow.