A/N: I am really stupid. I left without telling you all, and I'm sorry D: But I'm back now with my own A Hetalia Christmas Carol. ouo I started it not that long ago, and I'm getting a lot of positive feedback on it. ^^ So please read and review, if it's not too much to ask! Now onto the story~!
"M-Mister Kirkland?" the golden-haired American called from his desk. He worked for one of the meanest moneybrokers in the whole of London, Arthur Kirkland. It was one of the harshest winters the city had faced in a number of years, with Christmas creeping up ever so slowly. This made the Brit's icy heart colder than the Artic Circle. He despised Christmas, as there were too many bad memories surrounding that particular holiday. As he walked between the desks of his workers, he approached the American that had called him. "What is it, ...?" he began, unable to remember the name of this plucky employee.
"Jones, sir. Alfred Jones," he replied.
"Yes. Well, Jones, what did you disrupt me for? I have a lot to do, and you're just delaying that!" the miserly Englishman barked.
"W-well, as you'll probably know by now, tomorrow is Christmas Day and I was wondering-" Jones began, but Arthur cut his sentence short.
"If you could get the day off, I presume?" he emotionlessly asked. The American nodded. "Well, I want to spend Christmas with my family. You see, my brother isn't well and me and my partner have been caring for him for a few years now, and every Christmas we've had a traditional dinner, and I'd hate if that didn't happen this year, so if you'd be so kind as to give us all the day off tomorrow?"
"Fine...but you had better come to work an hour earlier the next day, or I'll dock your annual salary!"
"O-Of course, sir!" After this discussion, Kirkland skulked back to his office. The office was as lonely as its owner, filled only by a desk, an armchair and several bookcases. Kirkland had once shared this office with two fine young men as cold as himself- the Vargas brothers. Lovino and Feliciano Vargas had moved from Venice in sunny Italy to London, after their grandfather died and they were forced to find another way to make a living, so they decided to try and make something of themselves in the English capital. The two had took Arthur on as an apprentice when he was not long out of his schooling career. Unfortunately, two years ago, they had went on a business trip to their homeland of Italy, but never made it as their boat unexpectedly crashed into another and sunk. Kirkland had since then taken over the business, seeing as there were no known Vargases residing in London, and he was a partner in the business anyway. It was a mistake making him the business owner. He was cruel, with no regards to the emotions of his workers. I'm no expert on these things, but this might have happened after his family left him because of his cruelty after the one he had loved had left. I can tell you this though, he changed! It all happened in one night, and if you don't believe me now, you'll believe me soon, my friend!