Oh look, something that isn't Gundam Wing, and it Christmas related! -gasp!- Hetalia doesn't belong to me and neither do any of the characters. If you're thinking about suing me… don't. I don't have any money to give to you.

Twas the Night before Christmas

And all through the Globe

Not a country was stirring

Except Canada in his robe.

The stockings were hung

By the chimney with care

In the hopes that Finland

Would soon be there

But poor Matthew was sick

And his friends were all gone

He tried to be cheerful

But he wished it were dawn.

Matthew sneezed again and huddled deeper into his couch and the giant fluffy robe Alfred had given him last year. His nose was pink and runny, he had a headache behind his left eye, and his ears felt like they'd been plugged in cotton.

It was Christmas Eve. He was sick. He was alone.

He sipped at the hot chamomile tea he'd barely managed to make earlier and sighed at his inability to taste it. "I wonder where everyone is," he mumbled and leaned over into the couch pillows. "They all said they would be coming by… Just a short nap. They'll wake me up when they get here…" and with a soft snort, the sick nation fell asleep.

"Hey, Mattie?"

A snort. "Huh, Alfred? Izzat you?" Matthew blinked blearily up at the blonde figure in his living room.

"Yeah, it's me." Alfred smiled. "Here, I brought this for you." The normally loud nation held out a small wrapped gift.

Matthew struggled to sit up, only to be pushed back down by his brother and the small object handed to him. He pulled the paper off and a grin broke out over his face, despite the sickness. "A DSi? Oh wow. Thanks Alfred!"

"I thought you might like that. Go back to sleep, Mattie. You need your rest."

"Mmkay…" He thought he saw Alfred moving around his house and carrying clothes, but he attributed it as a delusion from his illness and went right back to sleep.

"Matthew, wake up for me please?"

"Mmph. Arthur? What are you doing here?" Matthew did his best to struggle into a sitting position.

"I brought you a present." Arthur held out a rectangular package.

"Oh. Alfred was already here with one too." He pulled the wrapping off and laughed softly. It was a box of his favorite loose-leaf tea. "Thank you Arthur. Would you mind making me a cup?"

"Oh! Of course, I'll be right back." Arthur hurried from the room, but by the time he'd returned with the steaming cup of tea, Matthew had already fallen back asleep. The older nation smiled, and headed back into the kitchen.

Matthew woke in the morning in his bed and not on the couch where he'd remembered falling asleep. He yawned and took a deep breath; the sniffles were gone! His miserable cold had been defeated and he was feeling much better. He yawned again and padded downstairs and smiled at the sight. His brothers, Francis, Gilbert, Carlos(1), and a few others were scattered around his living room snoozing.

He tiptoed around his guests to start his morning routine only to find all of his chores had been finished, and a pot of tea was still warming in the coffee pot. After pouring himself a mug, he stepped back into the living room and set the mug down. He clapped his hands loudly and started his houseguests awake. "Good morning, everyone. I'm glad to see you all made it out here. You didn't have to while I was sick, but while you're here, let's start opening presents, alright?"

OHGOD SO SHORT. But lookie! I did research. Carlos Machado is listed in the Hetalia wiki as being a possible name for Cuba :'D Hope you enjoyed my little bit of Christmas fluff.