"Alright," Germany started, "we will each pick one piece of paper from the bowl. If, you do not like the person you have picked, do not attempt to return it." He finished off with a hard glare to the group gathered before him, the look on his face almost telling them 'You try and return your piece of paper, and I will bite your hand off'. The Allies and Axis nodded then gathered around the bowl in Germany's hands, each taking a piece of paper.

Then, once everyone had a piece – and he was absolutely damn sure no-one had secretly grabbed two or switched out a piece – Germany himself reached in and grabbed the last remaining piece. Everyone separated and wandered off to their own space to look at their paper.

Italy was worried. And confused.

He was confused because he had no idea who this Canada person was.

He was worried because he had no idea what this Canada person would like.

"Hmm, what to do, what to do," he muttered to himself.

"You have got to be kidding me," Britain muttered, looking at his piece of paper with shocked horror. The name on it might as well have been in bright flashing neon lights, for all in the room to see.

"Well, great, now I have to get that frog something for Christmas."

"Werr...this is srightry...awkward." Japan glanced over his shoulder to glance at the Chinese man, who didn't seem all that happy with his choice, as he was currently screaming out Chinese cuss words. There was still some sourness between the two Asians. They hadn't exactly parted on a good note. He sighed.

"Might as werr give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?"

America blinked, then lowered his paper onto the table in front of him so he could wipe his glasses. Putting them back on again, he double checked his paper. Well, it wasn't his glasses, and he was pretty damn sure he wasn't due another eye check for at least another month or two. Then, his face broke into a large smile.

"Dude, this is totally gonna be the best Christmas ever!" he hollered.

"Aiya! This sucks!" China screeched, before he banged his head against the table in defeat. Raising his head, though keeping his chin resting against the table, he sighed as he looked again at his paper.

"This not going to end well, I know that." Then he pouted.

"This really sucks."

France sat in his own little corner, sipping his wine. He had no problem with his choice – he knew exactly what he was going to get the adorable little guy. He chuckled as he swirled the wine around the glass.

"This is just too easy," he said, taking another sip.

'Maybe I shouldn't have insisted that no-one can change who they get,' Germany thought bitterly. Due to him not spending time with his choice – and instead, spending nearly all of his time trying to prevent Italy from killing and/or seriously injuring himself – he had no idea what his choice thought of him. Especially after the war.

'Maybe I can sneakily grab someone else's...' he began to thought, seriously considering it, until he stopped, feeling like he was being watched by cold eyes.

"That's odd," he muttered.

Russia stared at the back of the German's head, as if he were trying to look into his brain and see what he would like for Christmas. Yes, Germany was his choice. And, judging from his visible shivers, it seemed obvious that Russia's staring was making Germany uncomfortable. Looking away, he smiled his trademark, childish smile.

"This is going to be very interesting, no?"

And finally, poor little Canada was slumped in the corner, forgotten about again. Fortunately, he had managed to sneak into the crowd and grab a piece before Germany could assume it was an extra and throw it out.

However, him slumping in the corner had nothing to do with being forgotten. It had something to do with his choice. And by god, was it going to be tough.

"If I don't get him a good present," he said in his normal, quiet voice, "I think I'm going to be done for."

"Who are you?" squeaked the small polar bear, Kumajiro, he held in his arms.

"I'm Canada."

Well, here it is. I've worked on it for ages, few people I've become acquainted with in the Hetalia category of the site know about this, and now, it has finally been posted. And this is only the first of about 10 or 13 so chapters.

Basically, there's a Secret Santa thing going on within the G8s (Or would it be G9s with Canada? Or does one of them not do the G8 meetings? I forget. Haven't seen it in a while ._.). Some are obvious, others are a little more conspicuous.

So far, I've only seen the dub. Currently, I prefer that, though I do plan to see the sub someday. Maybe once World Series has been dubbed.

Look, long story short, these chapter will be done in Dub format; England will be called Britain, Japan will talk in Engrish, and there will be no 'Ve' 'Da' or 'Aru'.

Got a problem with that, take it up with the review box below. I will merely laugh at any flames I receive. I may also PM the first flamer to congratulate them on flaming me for the first time during my time on FF dot Net. :)

Now, mini-rant over, its time to sign off and leave this to you guys. Next few chapters will show everyone trying to find a gift for their choice, with the Epilogue (Might be split into two parts) showing them giving the presents.

Thank you, hope you enjoyed, blah blah blah, and have a Merry Christmas! XD

Angel-chan x

Ps. Might contain some minor USUK, since I am a USUK fan. Minor. Might.

...Keep that in mind.