Hetalia: America's Christmas Carol
Chapter One: Christmas Eve
The last meeting before their short winter break was as chaotic as always, Italy's chats for pasta, Switzerland's yelling at Japan for my speaking his mind, France and England's arguments, the sound of Denmark chocking as Norway pulled his tie, America's obnoxious laughter, china trying to sell treats and Russia scaring the poor Baltic states, all before they got off for their Christmases, all until Germany silenced it.
Canada sat there in peace though, ignoring the arguments instead of trying to break them, not being questioned on who he was, just staying silent with his little bear on his lap. The thoughts of his little break ran through his head, America had promised to spend Christmas with him this year, he only thought of that to get him through this idiotic meeting. That as, until America made an announcement. "You're all invited to my Christmas party this year!" Almost everyone picked their heads up to the announcement, especially Canada. "Russia even you're invited." Russia only blinked and smiled. "It's at six on Christmas Eve, tonight, kay? You all better come~"
Everyone cleaned up as the meeting came to an end, only Canada stayed behind now, him and England. The Brit finished up cleaning any lose papers that still laid on the table as Canada packed up his own things. Just as they were ready to go, the American came back in. "Hey you're both coming tonight right?" He grinned, Canada frowned a bit.
"I don't really know," England stated. "Possibly, I want to rest before I do anything, I'm bloody tired."
"Oh well after, you should come~" America grinned. England sighed and nodded, giving another "maybe" before walking out of the room to go and get some sort of rest before he did anything else. America quickly turned his attention to his little brother, "how about you? You coming bro?"
Canada frowned "I was already coming, remember?" America looked at him confused. "Last year you promised we would spend Christmas together since u forgot last year with your party..."
"R-really?" America questioned, Canada nodded. "I-I'm sorry bro, I don't remember." Canada frowned more. "It's too late to call it off now, I'm sorry." America tried grinning again. "But next year Mattie! Next year I promise you and me will spend it next year together!"
"You keep saying that..." Canada's voice dropped so low that America could barely hear him.
"I'm sorry Mattie."
"I-it's fine Al," Canada finished packing his bag, "Next year." He picked up his little bear and headed toward the door.
"Mattie, I promise next year." America said again, Canada stood at the door for a moment. "I only throw these parties so the other countries can like me better, I'm not exactly on their good list you know?" Canada didn't even give a nod as he went out the door, clearly upset but never saying it. America frowned a bit and sighted, packing up his things and throwing on his coat to go back to his home; he needed a short rest too.
He made his way home, came in through the door, walking past the supplies for his party later that night. He dropped his bag by the front door before he made his way up the stairs and to his bed. He flopped himself onto the bed, not getting out of his clothes or anything. He threw the blanket on him and before he knew it, he was asleep, with dancing sugar plums in his head.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he woke up to quite a surprise. He barely opened his eyes before the sent of food filled the air, sweet deserts, roasted turkey, sweet wine, every food America could think of he smelt it. He tried opening his eyes but bright lights stopped him; he covered himself with the blanket. He rubbed his eyes before bracing himself and throwing the blanket off, trying to see just what that light and smell was. But to his surprise, the room was empty and dark. He blinked once or twice before rubbing his eyes again and looking around. "Aye, lad, over here." The voice scared America at first, he jumped and gasped before turning to see who it was.
"E-England? What the hell are you doing here?" He looked at the Brit covered in white, a halo above his head. The white long gown stretched to his knees, only one shoulder covered. America first thought he was drunk, but his serious and normal face told him otherwise. He sat at the end of America's bed, sitting criss cross with his arms crossed. "England what the hell are you doing here? ! And what the hell are you wearing?..."
"I'm not exactly what you think, Alfred." England stood up at the end and uncrossed his arms. "I am the ghost of Christmas past, I've come to show you your past."
"Haha yeah right," America reached for his pillow. "You're a little too drunk Iggy." He threw the pillow at the Brit, but quickly went into shock. The pillow landed a few inches behind England but he stood unmoved; the pillow had gone right through him! America sat there in shock and gulped.
"You believe me now?" England questioned. America, still frightened, nodded. He gulped once again and lifted his hand pointing at the Brit; England titled his head.
"G-g-ghost! ! !" He screamed and quickly went under his covers. Oh this will be a long night, England thought...