Hi world! So today is the first of december and at my place that means a Christmas countdown. Everyday until the 24th an episode come out on TV with a christmas theme. We also get a chocolate-bar for each day. This year however as my sister can't eat chocolate and the christmas countdown completely sucks I decided to write my own. So every day until the 24th I will post a new chapter that I hope you will all enjoy. There are now full on pairings in this apart from hints of SuFin. The reason for this is that I wan't it to be something that everyone can enjoy, not only those who like certain pairings. However there will be many persons interacting in this story which means you probably will find a pairing you like if you squint. For the pairings you don't like you can just keep in memory that it's supposed to be family and friends. Also for those who follow my other stories, Memories of a doomed, concequences of a drunken mistake, Pride and Prejudice and People of Paron, these stories will each have a new chapter posted on the 25th.

Rant done!

1 of December.

David Jackson was an ordinary young man with nothing special about him, working at a bar called 'The Bar'. He had just turned 23 when he got the job and had been dancing with excitement to finally see a new part of Frankfurt. During his five years behind the bar-desk he had seen quiet a few strange people passing by. However none of them were as strange as the one sitting in front of him. Gilbert Weilschmidt had been coming to the bar at least three times a week without exception during all his years. He always looked the same with tousled white hair, strange scarlet eyes, sickly pale skin and a blue military uniform. He had asked once about it but he only said that it was because he was awesome. Sometime he'd come with two friends to the bar, a French and a Spaniard, who David had learned were his best friends Francis and Antonio. Antonio would sometimes bring a yelling Italian with him as well known as Loviiiii. Other days Gilbert would turn up with two blondes called Matthias and Arthur (though he was also known as eyebrows and Iggy.) Some days although far between he turned up with another italian similar to Lovi and a tall blonde who he learned was Gilbert's younger brother Luddie (or West as he tended to call him) and other days he was there with a quiet boy called Birdie. Regardless if any of those were there with him or not, he had one companion with him no matter day or time. At first David had been very surprised to see that his boss permitted a bird inside but none of his colleagues seemed to mind it. Already during his first night, that's when Gilbert had noticed the new face, he had explained to David how awesome his petbird Gilbird was and that he never left anywhere without him. This night was no different. David smiled at the albino as he stumbled through the door with Francis and Antonio. If their stumbling and flushed faces were anything to go by they had already had quite a few drinks before they got there so he guessed they were just here for a final round. Without even needing to ask, he set a cup of beer, a glass of french wine and the sicilian wine that he knew Antonio enjoyed so much. The three cheered drunkedly at the sight and plopped down on the barstools.
"Zup Davie!" Gilbert yelled out.
"Just fine sir, how are you gentlemen today?"
Francis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively..
"Perfect but I'm sure you could make it even better."
Gilbert and Antonio laughed loudly and David more softly.
"No thank you I'm happy with my wife."
Francis pouted a little before raising his glass.
"Let me know when you change your mind. A toast my dear friends!"
The two other raised their glasses.
"But to what amigo?"
"How about only 24 days to Christmas?" David suggested.
Francis and Antonio seemed happy about that but Gilbert threw his head back in mocking laughter.
"What ever is so amusing mon Ami?"
When Gilbert had calmed down and Gilbird was settled on the top of his head he said.
"I can't believe you want to toast something as unawesome as Christmas!"
The two other men stared in horror at their friend.
"How can you say such a thing, apart from valentines, Christmas is the most important holiday of the year!"
Antonio hummed in approval and Gilbert snorted.
"What's so awesome about freezing your ass of and waisting money to give people things that they don't want?"
"But it's more than that amigo. Christmas is about being with the ones you love and remember the birth of baby Jesus."
"Oui and a time for miracles."
Gilbert only snorted again.
"Don't tell me you actually believe in that bull-shit. Baby Jesus who was born beneath a twinkly star among dirty animals."
Antonio looked a little deflated.
"I thought you believed in god."
Gilbert clenched his jaw and stared down in the beer.
"Try taking things seriously will yah? If there were miracles and a God, the good people would live and the bad would die. Does it look that way to you?"
The mood had dropped, something David only saw once a year on the date Gilbert lost someone. He had never told him who it was but he always spoke fondly of him.
"It was his time." Francis said softly, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. Gilbert shrugged it off.
"I know it was his time dammit! But it proves my point. Praying to God won't give me a miracle!" he yelled out causing the entire room to silence. Without a blink, Gilbert slammed far too much money of the bardesk and stomped outside. After a short look, Francis and Antonio paid as well and hurried after him. Another interesting day for David.
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Gilbert could hear the other two following him but he was in no mood of talking to them. He knew the city better than they did so it didn't take him long to get rid of his stalkers. He felt cold and the falling snow was penetrating through his coat. A thought crossed his mind and he pulled out his hand from the warmth of the pockets and pulled of his fine leather glove. His hand was as pale as ever, fading scars from old times lining it, and slim fingers twitched at the cold. He would never admit it to anyone but he knew he had on the verge of feminine hands. They weren't as bad as Arthur's thanks to a constant use of sword in the oldern days, but the lack of any proper usage for the past 50 or so years had made a difference. He looked at his palm where a small slit was still open tainting the rest of his hand in a red substance. It had been on complete accident when he was cooking in the kitchen the other day but it had yet to heal.
"Yeah there's really no such thing as miracles."
As he stood there, he didn't notice that red-cloaked figure moving towards him until it was too late. Before he knew what had happened, something collided with his head and he lost consciousness.

Se ya'll tomorrow!