I'd like to thank YouFall for helping me write this Fic, and for my readers for being patient while we wrote this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (isn't that obvious?)
Alfred stood there admiring the lights outside Mary's house when all of the sudden he heared an all too familiar voice approaching. He recoignized it immediately and a huge grin plastered itself to the face of the American country. Who would have known that the all tsundere-like Arthur Kirkland would be the first to arrive? Alfred walked closer to Arthur, who looked up at him with a frown.
"Merry Christmas Artie!" he said, smiling down at him. Arthur rolled his eyes, sighing. "Merry Christmas wanker." he replied, clearing his throat. Alfred smiled, pulling the Brit into a tight hug. Arthur hugged him back quickly, before shoving him away. Alfred pouted a little at his action, but soon recovered. He wasn't going to let this single make him depressed in Christmas! As one could have predicted the goofy smile replaced the facial gesture easily and he proceeded to hug the English man despite all protests coming from the aforementioned.
"It's Christmas, dude! You ain't being the usual sour puss you are! At least not when the hero is here!" Alfred held him in a tight embrace. Arthur, being truthful to himself, almost immediately started struggling, but to not avail.
"As interesting as it is to watch you two, could ya hurry it up?" came a voice from behind him. Alfred turned slightly to see his daughter, Mary, looking up at him, slightly amused. Arthur blushed, and continued to struggle.
"Good luck getting away." Mary said, laughing. "I'd help you, usually, but this is too much fun."
"Let me go, wanker!" Arthur wailed his arms around while Alfred distractedly greeted her daughter with a leisurely, "Yo!", easily ignoring the attempts of the English man to free himself.
"Don't 'yo' me! We still have to prepare a few things before the guests arrive, you know?"
"Aww, but Mary…!", Alfred whined, "I did everything you told me to do!"
Mary only shook her head and lifted her fingers: "One: we still have to get that turkey, two: you still need to bring inside the ingredients you bought and three: we need to clean every single plate you used to eat hambergers!" Alfred frowned, still holding onto Arthur. "There weren't that many plates!" He said, giving her a seemingly innocent look. Mary gave him a look.
"Fifteen is a lot. I'm going to get the turkey: Make sure the groceries are inside and the plates are clean by the time I get back." She said, walking off. Arthur managed to push himself away from Alfred a bit. "Shouldn't you be moving wanker?" He asked.
"Aww you two are no fun!" complained Alfred, but still retrieving the groceries that were left on the ground, forgotten till then.
"Don't tell me that I am using that to cook! That's so unhygienic!" Arthur looked horrified at him.
"Yes, this are called groceries for something, you know?" was the magnific retort of America, "And you are not cooking this time! You will watch and learn from an expert!"
"An expert? You?" Arthur retorted, giving the American an incredulous look. "I'll have you know, I can cook just fine!" he said, following Alfred inside. Grabbing the dirty plates, he started washing them. "You 'experts' think French food is fine dining!" Arthur said with a scowl.
"Wipe that scowl out of your face, Artie! It doesn't suit you in the least!" said Alfred giving him another dish after he had finished with the other one. Somehow, Alfred managed not to wash the dishes and instead he was having the most easy task there, not that he would complain. Doing the chores was boring! It wasn't for heros at all!
A thumping sounded at the door, and Alfred went to open it. Mary walked in, carrying the turkey. "Dad, I told you to do the dishes." she said, setting it on the table. Alfred shrugged, still grinning. "Heroes let their sidekicks handle the small stuff!" he said triumphantly. Arthur rolled his eyes as he came in from the kitchen. "Oh sod off." he said, finishing with the fifteenth plate.
Alfred chuckled, before taking the turkey inside the kitchen. Mary checked her watch, grimacing. "I'll be back, I gotta pick up Tabby and Mason at the airport. Some more people should be arriving soon, so make sure they get right to work." With that, she grabbed his keys and walked out the door. Arthur dried his hands with a towel, raising a bushy eyebrow. "And how many people are coming exactly?" Alfred chuckled. "So far, about 20." he said, mentally counting. "Give or take."
"That's a lot of people! What were you thinking? We still have to bloody cook, git!" Arthur shook his head in disapproval and proceeded to fetch the groceries. However, before he had the chance to grab the knife to chop the vegetables a hand stopped him.
"No, no Artie! We still have to wash them! We can't do anything without doing that first!" America was practically hyperventilating and trying to take away the sharp object out of his hand.
"Git, I was going to do that after! Get your hands off of me, wanker!"
Alfred put his hands up as Arthur waved the knife around.
"Calm down Artie!" he said, a look of horror on his face. Arthur eventually put down the knife, and instead picked up the vegetables and walked to the sink. Alfred gave a sigh of relief as he moved the sharp knife somewhere Arthur-safe. As he walked back back into the kitchen, he noticed the sink was filled with suds.
"Artie! You don't need that much soap!" He yelled.
"Shut up! You threw this to the ground! Of course it would need this much! Otherwise, we most certainly will get sick because of all of the germs that this contains!" Arthur didn't even lifted his head to look at America's expression.
'More like we will die because of you' Alfred facepalmed. "Artie-"
"It's England" Arthur interrupted.
"No, it's not! Artie-" he began again.
"Why, my dear awesome Alfie! Just call him Iggy! He certainly will respond to that~" An over-sweet voice exclaimed from behind, carrying a heavy british accent.
Both males stopped what they were doing, surprised by the fact that someone else was with them and unnoticed until that moment. England already knew who it was, thus paling a bit and freezing his movements almost immediately. Alfred, on the contrary, was not as affected as the other country, he even smiled at the man standing beside the kitchen's door.
"Hiya 2p Iggy! I was wondering when you'd show up!" Alfred said, cheerfully. He grinned at the other man, completely oblivious to Arthur's change of attitude. The 2P smiled back, extending a hand.
"Nice to finally me you, my awesome Alfie!" he said, shaking Alfred's hand. Peering around him, he gave Arthur an evil smile.
"And this must be my counterpart, Iggy." Arthur immediately bristled at this.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland, first thing. Second thing, why are you here?" He asked loudly, jabbing a finger in his direction. The pink-haired man grinned, waggling thick eyebrows.
"Alfie invited me, of course." The doorbell ringing drew Alfred's attention.
"I'll be back!" He said, walking off, leaving the two Brits alone.
The silence that took after Alfred's departure was opresive. The two could still clearly hear America talking to the new guest in the other room while they tried to stare down the other. Although both shared the same facial features, they still had another expression altogether. Arthur's eyebrow kept twiching in annoyance while his counterpart showed off shamelessly his all-mysterious grin, which was rather unnerving considering that he completely disliked his original.
'Bloody hell... this guy... why won't he do anything?!' Arthur eyed the door anxiously, 'Why the hell is that git taking so long?! Now of all times?!' Needless to say, he was sweating heavily, which was completely normal since last time they saw each other he literally forced down his throut poison that nearly killed him.
2P Arthur inwardly chuckled at his counterpart's obvious apprehension. Sure he had tried a few attempts on his life, but was that really a reason to get so scared? Probably, he thought with a grin.
"So Iggy...my awesome Alfie has told me a bit about you. Like the fact that you can't cook at all." Arthur opened his mouth with a retort, but was cut off as Alfred came back, a teenaged boy at his side.
"Iggy, Artie, this is my son Charles!" he said cheerfully, introducing the boy. Charles grinned at Arthur, while the Brit ruffled his hair.
"Nice to see you again Arthur." he said, as 2P Arthur gave him a curious glance.
"Nice to see you too, Charles" Arthur smiled awkwardly as Charles took in the other person in the room. Same face, same figure, but different eyes and hair, not to mention another over-colorful choice of outfit... It didn't take much to make out who he was. His face turned a little sour as he forced a small smile in 2p Arthur's direction. "Nice to meet you," he murmured, his posture a little rigid.
Of course, 2p England wouldn't have any of that. Without regarding his rights to have the necessary private space for himself, the counterpart grabbed both of Charles hands and started shaking them almost frantically.
"Oh why, the long face? It's really nice to meet you mate!" 2p Arthur exclaimed, his grin reaching each ends of his face. Charles resisted the urge to pull his hands away, giving 2P Arthur a icy smile.
"Sorry, I'm just not interested in ending up in a cupcake." He said, looking the counterpart up and down. 2P Arthur smiled cheerfully, still shaking his hands.
"I'm banned from making cupcakes today, sadly. But I could make an exception for you." He said, releasing Charles' hands. The teen moved towards Arthur, keeping his eyes on the 2P. Arthur nudged Alfred slightly.
"Can I talk to you?" he muttered.
"Sure, bro", was Alfred's reply, seeming completely oblivious to the the tense atmosphere, "What's up?"
"Not here, wanker!" hissed Arthur, taking his hand in order to slip away from the kitchen. Fortunately, the Brit's counterpart apparently had his attention focused on poor Charles, who would most certainly would love to crawl and disappear before having a maniac hovering around him, and consequently, they were able to retreat to the safety of the corridor. As soon as they were out of hearing's reach, Arthur turned to confront Alfred.
"The hell you were thinking?! America, do you even have a brain?! Why did you invite one of the most dangerous 2ps to your house?! Bloody hell, at this rate this will end in something bloody instead of Christmas!" England's eyes pierced through Alfred's. Alfred frowned at Arthur, giving him a hurt look.
"Of course I have a brain! And Iggy didn't seem too dangerous without his cupcakes! Nothing bloody will happen, not while I'm around!" he said, pouting. A loud noise from the living room grabbed his attention. Arthur and Artie both walked back over to see Mary holding two teens by the arm. One was a girl with messy brown hair, and the other was a boy with with messy blonde hair. Both of them were talking loudly, and a koala was sitting in the girls' hair.
"You guys should have said you were bringing an animal!" Mary looked up as the two came in. "Artie, a litte help would be nice." She quipped as the koala grabbed her hair and started swinging.
"Um, why me?" Arthur staggered at the sudden request, "Oi, help me, wanker!," he hissed in a desperate fashion.
"Artie, she requested YOU, I am outta here!" Alfred whistled happily as he walked out of the room, in the direction to the kitchen.
"Bloody hell... Um, what I am supposed to do?" He eyed the koala like if it were a bomb about to explode.
"Just take the thing out of my hair!" Mary yelled as the animal started to pull not so gently.
Arthur nervously reached up to grab the koala, who clung even tighter to Mary's hair. The girl reached up with one hand, tickling the koala gently. The bear released it's hold on Mary's hair, clinging onto the girl's arm instead.
"You should have told me you were bringing an animal!" The redhead repeated, shaking out her hair before slapping the cap back on.
"Tabby, Mason, are there any other ones we should be worried about?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow. The two teens nodded, before quickly shaking their heads.
"Yeah! We thought that it would be a great acquisition to the party!" Tabby exclaimed happily as she scratched the jaw of the koala, looking at it like if it were her best friend since forever.
"And we knew that you loved exotic things! So we thought, 'why not?'" Mason was practically in the same state, but he seemed a little more impulsive than the other teenager and shoved the koala onto Arthur's arms, making him yelp in astonishment.
"Well, that's true... but..." Arthur was holding the koala in an extremely distant way, keeping with at his arms distance. There was no way that the furry ball would get close to him to use him as a bloody tree. The damn animal was already struggling to get on top of his head!
The apprehention must have been too apparent to the new guests as they frowned in dissappointment. Soon the nation noticed this and quickly imagined a way to mend the damaged caused.
Arthur moved the koala ever so slightly closer to himself, petting it gently.
"Um, good koala?" He murmured, looking at it nervously. The animal turned a glare on him, making him remove his hand from the bears' head. The doorbell rang again, causing all of them to turn.
"Oh, more guests are here. Entertain your kids for me, won't you Artie?" Mary said, running off. Arthur glared after her as the koala managed to escape his hands and started crawling for his hair. Removing it from his arm, Arthur shoved it back into Tabby's arms.
"As much as I'd love to hold your monster, er, animal, I have to assist in the kitchen." He said, hurriedly backing up.
"But what about the guest?" Mason pouted as he looked at the banging door.
"Erm..." Arthur paused on his tracks as he tried to fight his principles, unsuccessfully, of course. 'Bloody hell...' "Then I guess it would be fair if I received the guest...", he held a noticibly fake smile on his face, 'Although they aren't really MY guest...'
The two teens nodded enthusiastically and they rushed into the hall, where the huge Christmas tree was.
"Then we will decorate the tree!" they cheered.
Arthur sweatdropped at the two of them, already knowing that the tree was already fully decorated from the bottom to top. He wasn't really sure what they could possibly do, but he had a bad premonition of this.
'Whatever...' he shook his head and approached the door. However, when he opened the door he froze. Although he did recognize the goofy expression of the Italian the outfit that he wore was a completely stranger to him.
"Ciao!" The stranger said, grinning.