(A/n: A merry Christmas to you from my sister and I! This fanfiction happens to be the reason why we haven't updated our 2p fanfiction, that and other reasons... Anyway Merry Christmas! This is your Christmas present from us!)

Arthur Kirkland sighed as he sipped his tea. It was that time of year yet again, Christmas. That was a stupid bloody holiday. I mean, people giving to others and taking time off of work was ridiculous. The only thing it was good for was wasting money. Why take time off of work when you could be working and making more money. It was all just gibberish.

He shook his head as he sat down behind his desk and began to fill out paperwork. It was cold, dark, and silent in his warehouse. The only other person in there was his clerk, Roderich Edelstein. He sat rubbing his hands together for warmth.

He wanted to ask his boss if he could light a fire but, from previous experience, he knew that his efforts would be pointless. He did dress warm but he still was freezing. It had to be far below freezing in there. He let out a sigh and then got back to work. It was better to work and be freezing rather than trying to get warm while not working. His pay would be cut if he did the latter.

A bell sounded from the door opening, and Alfred F. Jones, Arthur's nephew, entered with a wide grin on his face. "Good day, Arthur, and Merry Christmas! The hero is now here!"

The elder of the two scoffed at his nephew,"Ba, humbug."

He gasped,"But Iggy, you really don't mean that. Christmas is right around the corner, you should be joyous! Are you just having a bad day? Well it should brighten up now that the hero is here!"

"Bloody wanker. Why would I be happy about Christmas?"

"Ah! Christmas is a time about giving-not receiving, spending time with family and friends, and helping others! It's a joyous time! Of course you should be happy about Christmas! It's like totally amazing dude!"

"Humbug."

"Hmph, fine since you're being a stubborn old man, I was wondering if you could lend me some money. I seem to be running really low on it."

"Lend you money? Why the bloody hell would I give you any money? It's your own bloody fault that you have no money!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's your own bloody fault for taking in that bloody git!"

"But I had to-"

"What do you mean you 'had to' take him in?"

"He was cold, abused, and hungry; he had been left in the dark all alone..."

"And?... Did he do anything for you?"

"No, but it's the right thing to do! I just had to get him out of the pure hell he was living!"

"I only wanted one answer boy! Now, let me ask one more time, did he do anything for you?

"Yes, yes he did."

"Really, and what possibly could that be?"

"Friendship."

"Really, and how does that get you money?"

"It's greater than money, dude. You should know what it's like you had it once but now he's dead."

"..."

"Oh God-no I-I'm sorry, dude. I didn't mean to-"

"No wonder you have no money. I refuse to give you any in need or not, I am your uncle, you never come in here and talk to me with such high levels of disrespect."

"I'm sorry-Arthur please."

"I don't care get out."

"But Arthur I-"

"I don't think you heard me right, I said get out."

"Fine, I'll leave..."

He turned miserably and walked to the door. He opened it and was about to leave when he paused in the doorway,"Merry Christmas Roderich. Merry Christmas Iggy."

"Humbug."

"Frohe Weihnachten. Merry Christmas, Alfred." Roderich said with a smile at the young boy.

Alfred gave him one final smile before nodding and then leaving. Arthur glared at his clerk. "One more word out of you and I'll cut your pay in half. Is that understood?" he said sharply.

"Ja." The clerk went silent and then returned to his work.

Arthur scowled and began to do his work. It was quiet for a little bit before the bell rang. The old man looked up, about to tell his nephew to get the bloody hell out, but instead he saw two other men. One had blond hair and blue eyes while the other had white hair and red eyes.

"Arthur Kirkland and Lukas Bondevik, I believe. Which one am I talking to, Arthur or Lukas?"said the blonde of the two.

"Just Arthur Kirkland. Lukas has been dead for seven years."

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss."

"Then why haven't you marked out his name?"asked the albino.

The blonde one hit him,"Ow! What? I didn't do anything Lutz!"

Lutz, as the other one referred to him as, scowled at him,"I apologize for him. He's not sensitive to anything. Anyway, my name is Ludwig and this is my older brother Gilbert Beilschmidt."

Arthur grunted in response. The younger brother continued,"At this time of year, people give more money to the poor and homeless. We are here to ask you if you would like to donate to their cause."

"So how much money are you going to donate? What will we put you down as?"asked Gilbert.

"None."

"You wish to be anonymous?"asked Ludwig.

"I wish to donate nothing! Now get out if that's all you two men wish to do."

"Wait-but-"

"Get out! I have no wishes to donate any money! Leave now you bloody wankers!"

"But-"

"I don't care if it helps those bloody poor people. They should just up and die. They better do it to decrease the surplus population . Now, out!"

The men paused in front of the door,"Alright then. If you wish to be a stingy old man, then we'll leave."The younger brother turned and left.

Gilbert glared at the old man and the then stuck up his middle finger,"Well fuck you, you damn bastard."

He then left. Arthur had an ugly look on his face. He stood there for a little bit before returning to his seat. It was silent once again for some time.

"Er-"Roderich said.

Arthur looked up at his clerk, his scowl deepened,"What do you want?"

"I vas vondering if I could have Christmas day off."

"Why? Would you like me not to pay you?"

"Nein, it's just zhat I vanted to spend time vith my family..."

He scoffed,"No, you are to report here on Christmas day and work just like any other day."

"Ja."

"I expect to see you here tomorrow."

Roderich looked back down at his work, when the sound of the door opening rang. Arthur scowled, who else could it be? He's already had enough visitors for one day.

"Merry Christmas to all! The hero has returned!"he said with such glee, disregarding the conversation prior to the one about to take place.

The old man grunted in anger.

"Hello Arthur, Roderich. I have brought invitations to my Christmas party. I haven't much money so I am asking for people who attend to bring their own dish."he produced two invitations out of no where and handed one to Roderich.

He held one out to his uncle but he didn't take it,"I will not be attending such foolery."

"Aw, but why not, dude. It'll totally be awesome!"

"Humbug."

"Oh come on, Iggy. Why won't you attend my Christmas party?"

"Why did you take in that boy?"

Alfred stiffened. Arthur thought this conversation was over, but his nephew was not giving up so easily,"Christmas is a time of happiness, giving, spending time with those who love you, laughter-"

"Good afternoon."

"But Arthur-"

"Good afternoon."

"Iggy-"

"Good afternoon."

"Fine then."

The American put on a silly smile and then turned around to leave. As he did so, he shouted at the top of his lungs,"A Merry Christmas-"

"Good afternoon!"

"And A Happy New Year's to you!"

"Good afternoon!"

And with that the building finaly fell silent for the rest of the work hours. Closing time came and both men left. Arthur walked bitterly to his house.

Arthur Kirkland lived in Lukas Bondevik's home. It was a lonely, cold place. It was dark, and he liked it that way. He'd rather it be that way because he didn't want to waste money on lighting the place.

He past by one of the house's many windows and, out of the corner of his eye, thought he saw his long dead business parter, Lukas. His heart stopped as he paused to take a second glance at the window. Nothing was there. He must have been imagining things.

He shook himself off and then entered his house. Now, even though he preferred his house dark, he lit the lamps and candles to search for that mysterious person he had seen though the window. When he did not find a thing, he sat down infront of his fire. He sipped his tea and ate some black rocks scones.

The room suddenly grew colder, dispite the pitiful fire that was lit. The fire turned out. Horrible moaning filled the house. Arhtur's heart quickened and he looked franticly around for the source.

Out of the stairwell, Lukas arose with chains that were tied around blocks of cement. Arthur fell out of his chair and began to despertly try to scoot away from the frightening ghost infront of him.

Once he regained his voice he shouted,"Be gone spirit! What do you have with me?"

"Don't you reconize me?"

"What are you talking-"

"Your procrastinating, you sould know my name. I am your old bussiness partner, now shut up and say it."

"Lu- no it can't be..." He glance at the tea cup that was now on the floor. He muttered,"I knew I shouldn't have tried a new brand."

"I am Lukas you idiot and it's not your tea. You remind me of my brother, stubborn. Hey choke him for me, please."

"It does not matter who you are be gone spirit!"

"I am Lukas, why do you not believe me? Here, let me show you." Objects and furniture began to float around the room as the wind began to howl.

"Okay! Okay! I believe you! Please stop destroying my home!"

Everything touched the floor and the horrible howling stopped,"About time. Now, can I tell you my message without your nagging?"

"Go ahead-wait-HEY-"

"You see these chains? I have made these chains throughout my life."

"What do you mean you made them?"

"I was a bad person. I never smiled, only when I did something horrible. I have made these chains with all the wicked things I have done. You have chains of your own Arthur"

"What-I do?" He lifted his arms and looked at the empty space between them and the floor. Lukas threw a small pocket book at his head,"HEY! what the bloody hell was that for-"

"You can't see them yet, you idiot. Now let me finish, the chains are a punishment for every bad thing I've done. I'm here to help you rid yourself of your chains."

"Wha-"

Everything got eeirly quiet as Lukas whispered,"Three spirits will visit you at every hour to help you change from your wicked ways. The next one will appear at 1 a.m. Listen to them and heed their warnings."

"Wait-what? I don't understand. What spirits? What are they going to do to me?"

The horrible chains wrapped around Lukas and began to drag him away. He shouted,"Shut up and change your ways Arthur!"

"You just can't leave like that! I still don't under-"

"Goodbye!"

"Wait-no!"

The chains finally dragged Lukas away and the house was silent as though nothing had never happened. Arthur was exghausted after the whole ordeal and decided it would be best for bed. He was still worried because of the three spirits, but either way he would still fall asleep. He would much rather him falling asleep in a nice comfy bed than a chair.