Chapter 2: Joyeux Noël

(Warning…You got some France stuff happening in here…Nothing bad… Just mentions)

December 24th

"So you're baking?" Russia asked. He sat at a bench eating a small granola bear, at the airport gate of his flight. He listened to the Canadian on the other line of his phone, he could hear the pans banging together and him scolding Kumajirou for stealing part of what he was baking.

"Yeah~ I am~" He could hear the boy giggle. "I always spend Christmas eve like this."

"I'm sure whatever you're baking is delicious too." Russia smirked a bit. "I'm sad that I can't try some."

"I'll try to save you some~"

"Da. You do that, I don't want to miss out."

"Will do!~ I just hope I can save it til New Years when you come."

Russia smiled more, he felt a bit happy about his little surprise visit on the boy now. "Da. I think you can." He looked to see his plane had started to board. "Matvey, I need to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay~ Bye~" He liked hearing the boy's happy voice. "Love you~"

"I love you too." Russia said, he wasn't completely used to saying the little phrase, but he said it when he needed too. He hung up and started for the plane.

OOO

The ride was long, but he made it just fine; though he was stopped at security like always. He quickly got his bags and got to a taxi, only a half hour away from the boy's house then. He gave the driver directions and checked his phone to see if anyone had contacted him, sadly there was no one, but he liked it like that. He ended up calling Canada again though, he quickly answered with a preppy hello. "Still baking?" Russia asked.

"Yup~"

"Wow, you've been going for quite a while," Russia said. "Isn't it almost ten o'clock? It's late Matvey, you should be sleeping."

"Yeah well isn't it like six in the morning in Moscow?" Canada came back. "You should be sleeping too."

"I got up early to talk to you." Russia lied a bit. "I expected to have you be sleeping though. I sure hope you're not stressing yourself out."

"I'm not, I'm not." Canada sighed.

"Better not be, I'll know if you are." Russia noticed they were pulling up by the boy's house. He smiled a bit and quickly paid the driver, then grabbed his bags and got out; he kept up his little game with the Canadian though. "You're not lying are you?"

"Nope~"

Russia walked up to the door and got ready to knock. "I sure hope not," He knocked on the door. "Cause if you are-"

"Russia, hold on, I gotta answer the door." He heard the Canadian quickly going for the door as Russia put his phone into his pocket and waited for him to open the door. Once he did, Canada was surprised.

"Here I am, yay." Russia smiled a bit. Canada, in a cute little apron with Santa clauses on it, still had the phone to his ear.

"I have to call you back, Russia's at my-" He shook his head and hung up the phone, he forgot he was talking to Russia on the phone. "Russia! W-What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." Russia said. "Merry Christmas."

"Y-Yeah, merry Christmas to you to-wait you don't even celebrate the same Christmas as me…"

"Da, I don't. But you do." Russia said. "So I'm here to spend it with you, maybe you can tell me a bit about it da? I already saw your city is decorated."

"Y-Yeah." Canada was still surprised.

"So, I hope you saved some of your cooking for me," Russia smiled a bit. "What were you making?" Canada smiled.

"Well now, a couple things." Canada said. "You can come in you now." He moved out of the way more and Russia quickly came in. He put his bags down by the door and took off his gloves. "It's cold out eh?"

"Da, very." Russia could smell food cooking, he quickly started heading toward the kitchen, Canada quickly followed. "Oh wow…." Russia blinked once he saw everything the boy had cooked up. There were tins of mashed potatoes, ham, he assumed another was pancakes, chicken, cooked mixed vegetables, and bread rolls. "Don't tell me this is all for you?"

Canada chuckled a bit. "No, I bring food to shelters on Christmas." Russia looked at him.

"Really? Why?"

"C-Cause their my people," Canada said. "It's the least I can do, epically on Christmas. I do it every year." Russia kissed the boy's cheek.

"You're very kind aren't you?" Russia said. "I don't get it."

"Yeah I know you don't." Canada chuckled. "But, I do make things for myself, I've been baking some cookies~" Russia got a smirk.

"Can I have some?"

"You really like my cooking don't you?" Canada giggled a bit.

"Da I do. I really do Matvey." Russia looked around the kitchen a bit to find any plates of cookies he wanted to try. "So, where are they?"

"Their still in the oven Russia," Canada giggled more and grabbed oven mitts. "I'll get them out now."

"Well hurry it up."

"I'm going, I'm going." Canada opened the oven up and reached in to grab the sheet of cookies, lightly brown and fresh, then placed them onto the oven. He reached in again and takes out more, he had a few sheets in the oven. Russia quickly came over and peeked at them. "Don't touch them, their still hot." Canada looked up as he put the sheet on the oven, only to find Russia already munching on a sweat sugar cookie.

"It's really good."

"Doesn't that burn your tongue or something?"

"Not really." He ate the rest. "Can I have another?"

"Y-yeah… Just don't burn yourself…" Canada said a bit confused. Russia scooped up a chocolate chip cookie this time and quickly started eating it. "You like it?"

"Da. Very good." Russia finished eating the rest. "Home made right?"

Canada smiled. "Yup~" He tried to pick one up himself but it burned his fingers and he dropped it back into the sheet, he made it look like nothing happened though. "So, um, you wanna put your stuff up stairs?"

"Da." Russia took another cookie to go and went for his things. Canada continued to bake more, scooping them off the sheet and onto a plate, as Russia made his way upstairs to the guest room. He turned the light on, only to find Kumajirou laying on the bed already. He gave the bear a glare, which made Kumajirou growl a bit and jump off the bed, then walked away to go find some other place to rest. Russia plopped his bags down on the bed and started taking his coat off, his regular dress clothes would be good enough. As he finished up getting changed, he noticed lights outside, like a car was pulling up. Russia took a peek outside to see a car really was pulling up, and two people were getting out. He tried making out who it was, but the windows were too ice-covered. He started going out of his room and toward the stairs to find out, he paused when he heard the door open and that loud obnoxious voice go off.

"Mattie! We're here! We kinda left France at the airport though…" America was here? Of course, his family, of course they would be here for Christmas! Russia stood at the top of the stairs, behind the wall so no one could see him, listening to what was happening down there.

"You left France at the airport! ?" Canada squealed.

"Well," England started, "We had good reason to."

"Oh yeah?" Canada glared. "And what was that?"

"He was being annoying."

"That and he couldn't find his bags." America said. "So he told us to go on without him all dramatically,"

"So we left him." England said. "And then he cried."

"You two are horrible to him…"

"He deserves it!"

"Britain! He does not!"

"I agree with England!" America yelled. Russia peeked out behind the wall a bit. "So like, we sleeping in our regular room bro?"

"Y-yeah, you and England I guess can stay there." Canada said. "I suppose France will have to sleep either there or the couch."

"Whao! Whao! One! France is not staying in the same room as us!" America said. "Two! What's wrong with the other guest room?" Russia's eyes widen a bit, don't tell him, don't tell him…

"R-Russia's here." Damn he told him. Russia sighed, now he would have to hear the America's ranting.

"Russia! ? Why Russia! ?" America yelled at Canada, he felt himself getting smaller compared to America. "He shouldn't be here!" Russia wanted to go down just to punch America in the face for making a issue out of it. "Stupid Commie!"

"I am not communist anymore!" Russia yelled, then covered his mouth with the realization of his mistake. The three nations at the bottom of the stairs definitely heard that though, and they all looked up toward Russia hiding. Russia sighed a bit and started coming down.

"Once a Commie, always a commie." America glared, Russia shot a look at the American. Canada felt the tense atmosphere now and tried changing the conversation.

"S-So how was your flight? Al? Britain?" Canada said. The three other nations looked toward him.

"I-It was okay…" America said a bit nervously, England glared at him, meaning he did something.

"W-What did you do?" Canada asked.

"N-Nothing!"

"He thought there was a bomb on the plane and he started flipping out." England said. "We're just lucky they didn't arrest him!"

"Oh come on! They wouldn't of arrested us!" America tried to laugh a bit but England glared, "B-But if they did, Mattie would be able to bail us out! Right Mattie?" Canada didn't answer and turned his attention to Russia.

"So Russia,"

"You wouldn't bail us out! ?" America pouted.

"W-Well, I mean, they could think of you as a threat and it would take a while for me to deal with that…"

"….But you would try right?"

"….Sure… So anyway!" Canada scratched the side of his head. "H-How about you two go put your stuff upstairs and then we can eat dinner huh?"

"Oh good! I'm starving!" America smiled and grabbed England's wrist and his own bags. "BRB!" He quickly pulled the Brit up with their things, against poor England's will. Russia and Canada had a small moment of silence, Russia immediately turned his head towards the Canadian; Canada jumped a bit.

"H-Hey, just remember, you were the one who came here." Canada said.

"I forgot about them…" Russia admitted.

"It'll be fine, their good around this time of year."

"Well I hope so…"

"I-I'm gonna go get dinner, you can go in the living room or something if you want."

"Are there Christmas shows on?"

"Yeah probably, I'm surprised you're so interested in it."

"I'm not that interested, but I want to see some things." Russia smiled a bit and went for the living room as Canada went for the kitchen, Kumajirou must of heard "dinner" and came into the picture, he quickly followed the Canadian.

Within the next half hour, as Russia tried watching some TV as America and England changed into their Pjs, then America decided to pester Canada about food as England awkwardly sat with Russia in the living room. France finally came, he simply walked in, plopped his stuff down, and laid down on the couch with the other two Nations. The two stared at France now, knowing it was so out of his character; his character popped back up and he quickly ran into the kitchen to sexually harass poor Canada, until Russia came in that is. With all the chaos, Canada accidentally burned his finger and yelled for everyone to get out, which they did with their heads down.

Finally, after bandaging his finger, Canada finally got everything done. He walked in the living room with his arms crossed as the other nations watched TV, America sitting right in front of the screen. "Ahem." Canada said, they all looked toward him. "Dinner is ready. If you want it, calmly-" America and France both ran into the kitchen past the Canadian, England following, and Russia following slowly. He patted the boy's shoulder, you know they won't listen, Canada followed Russia in.

"How's your finger?" Russia looked at him.

"It hurts, but it's fine." Canada said. They walked in to find the other nations sitting at the table already, America leaning over the hot food, clearly ready to dig in, but England pulled him back until Canada and Russia sat down. Canada looked over at America. "Go ahead." America jumped for it and started digging in at the food like a child, England glared at the American but the rest of them dug in too, including England.

"I just realized," France said in the middle of the meal and looked toward Russia. "Russia's here."

"Really now?" Russia spoke sarcastically and glared at France.

"Oui! When did you get here! ?"

"France, he's been here for a while…" Canada said. "Before any of you even got here."

"You're so stupid France." England said.

"Shut up Black sheep!"

"I said don't call me that!"

"Not today you two!" Canada yelled a bit at the two and they were quiet.

"Oui Matthieu," France said and munched on bread. Dinner was a bit quiet, a few conversations coming up here and there, but it was still quieter than Russia thought it would be. He looked over at Canada a few times, noticing each time Canada wasn't really eating; he had stopped after a few minutes, now he only played with his food.

Russia left upstairs to call Ukraine, just to tell her he made it there just fine and calm her worries like he usually would, or at least recently would. France snuck himself into Canada's liquor cabinet and searched around while England was pushed out of the kitchen by America to go get his Pjs on and do something else other then help clean up. Canada now cleaned with the help of America, which he was surprised about. "So Mattie," America plopped the dishes in the sink. "I got you a present~" Canada smiled a bit at him.

"I got you one too."

"What is it?" America grabbed onto his arm. "Come on~ Tell me~"

"You'll see it tomorrow Al."

"Oh come on~ Just tell your big bro~"

"Nope." Canada looked toward him as he cleaned the dishes. "Big bro is gonna have to wait."

"Rawr," America pouted. "Fine. Whatever. You get your present last now."

"Fine by me."

"Food!" Kumajirou clawed a bit at Canada's leg. "Good, give me food, I want food." Canada picked up Kumajirou and made his way over to the fridge, then grabbed out the packet of seal rolls he had and started picking out some for the bear as he trying going for them right out of the package. Canada put him down and fed him a few rolls as America moved dishes into the dish washer.

"So Mattie," America got a sneaky glad look on his face. "Wanna hear my idea for tomorrow night?" Canada looked toward him.

"Does it involve someone getting hurt?"

"Nope~"

"Then sure." Canada said as Kumajirou jumped forward at the boy to get another seal roll, this time biting the boy's fingers a bit, but not that hard so he got over it.

"I'm gonna get England to kiss me~" America smirked, Canada looked back over to him.

"Haven't you two been going out for a while?…"

"Yeah."

"And you haven't kissed?…"

"Well we do, but he never kisses me first." America pouted but then smiled. "But I'll get him to kiss me under the mistletoe! Genius plan right?"

"S-Sure?"

"Come on~ You know it's a good plan~"

"Fine, sure, it is." Canada gave in. "But where are you gonna get mistletoe?"

"Ha! I ain't that stupid! I brought it with me~" America laughed a bit as Canada sighed and put the bear's food back into the fridge. America finished up with the dishes and moved over to the plates of cookies. "Can I have one?" Canada nodded and America stuffed a few, meaning fifteen, in his mouth.

"I'm gonna start heading to bed, I gotta get up early and bring the food to the shelters tomorrow. You guys behave yourselves."

"No promises but we'll try~" America had gulped down the cookies. Canada rolled his eyes a bit, he would regret it in the morning, and headed up for bed until he saw Russia at the top of the stairs.

"Privet." Russia said.

"Hey," Canada gave him a little smile. "I'm heading to bed, I'll see you in the morning."

"I was going down to see you…I suppose I'll go to bed too…"

"O-oh, well, England and the others are down there."

"I hate them."

"U-Um…right…" Canada scratched his head a bit. "O-Okay well then I'll just see you in the morning."

"Da," Russia kissed the boy's forehead. "Good night Matvey."

"Night~"

OOO

Canada got himself up early, showering early, getting some coffee, getting Kumajirou, and driving to the shelters, he could only go locally, but it seemed to be enough; it ended up taking three hours until he was finally able to go home. It was barely nine-thirty when he got home, he figured everyone would still be sleeping, except maybe England because he liked getting up early for morning tea. Canada figured he could just walk in and take a little nap before Christmas chaos happened; he was wrong.

America, who he didn't expect to be awake yet, jumped for the Canadian the moment he walked through the door. "Mattie! You're home~!" America jumped up and down like a child. "Can we open stuff now! ?"

"Y-Yeah Al," Canada sighed, "When everyone gets up."

"Everyone is up already!" America smirked. Canda came in a little more and started taking his boots off.

"O-oh? D-did you wake them up, Al?" Canada looked up at the now silent American. "Al!"

"Hey! It's not my fault they wouldn't get up the first time I told them!"

"Oh god."

"And France scarred me for life, he sleeps naked."

"Ew Al! I didn't need to know that!"

"And Russia almost killed me."

"I kinda figured that…" Canada sighed.

"I would of killed him but then your guest room would have been quite dirty." Russia said coming in a bit. "Oh and France made breakfast."

"As long as Britain didn't cook it, I'm fine with that." Canada smirked a bit.

"Na he didn't," America said. "We locked him in the closet so he couldn't."

"Al! Let Britain out of the closet!"

"Hon hon hon!" They could all hear France's laugh from the kitchen. Canada sighed and went to unlock the closet door and let poor Britain out. "Aw damn, you let him out?"

"Shut it France…" England glared.

"S-So anyway! Heh!" Canada nervously laughed to distract them. "H-How bout we have some breakfast and then go to open gifts eh?"

"Fine by me, I'm starving~" America said. They all went for the kitchen to see France's nicely made breakfast. Of course, he had to add something French, some of the breakfast muffins Canada loved, but the meal was really a basic cooked breakfast; pancakes, sausages, some Canadian bacon, which America mocked to be just ham, and some scrambled eggs, very enjoyable. England didn't even care if France made it, he would eat it just like the others. Unlike dinner, breakfast was loud with morning conversations and Christmas music playing from the radio Canada had in the kitchen, somewhere in some corner. Russia, just a little, liked sitting with them, even if they were the people who annoyed them. They were more of a calm group, just excited and happy, he enjoyed the conversations, they never left Russia out of them, and they never left Canada out as well. It felt… kinda nice.

"Presents!" America jumped in his seat as the others finished eating. "Come on! Presents! Presents!"

"You're such a child." England sighed.

"Can we go open stuff! ? Come onnn~"

"Okay okay Al," Canada giggled a bit. "Just let me clean up a bit."

"Just plop the shiz in the sink and let's go!" America was so eager, he started pulling the Canadian's arm to come.

"Okay Al," Canada gave in and quickly put his plate in the sink. "Guys, dishes in the sink."

"Yay!" America cheered. He pulled the Canadian's arm and started going for the living room. England quickly put his dish away and followed to calm the American down a bit, just a try anyway. Canada followed in with France and Russia a few moments later. Russia saw America practically dive for the gifts under the boy's Christmas tree, brightly decorated and lit. Russia had placed his gift for Canada under the tree after the boy left, though he wasn't sure what to do about the other three nations. France and England both grabbed a seat on the couch as Russia stood a bit on the side, waiting to see them open their presents up. "You think Finland dropped by?

"Looking at the gifts, I believe so, cause I didn't have half this stuff last night." Canada said and quickly passed his gift to America before the American went crazy about it. America shook the small box a bit, clearly not happy about the size of it. "Hey, don't judge it til you open it." Canada then threw a gift to France and gently handed one to England as America ripped the paper open.

"Bro…No…Fricken…way…" America stared at the inside of the box.

"What is it?" England asked as he slowly took of the paper, unlike the French man ripping the paper off next to him.

"Mattie got me all eight games of the 'Final Death Experience' series Japan came out with! Oh my god! EPIC!" America laughed and looked through the cases of the games.

"Aw~ it's cute~" France picked up a poofy and colorful jacket, all purple and red like France likes. It had the French flag on the back, with the words of "greatest dad" in French with it. "Aw~ So cute~" He put it on. "Matthieu, I love it~" It seemed to even sparkle a bit when France wore it.

Canada smiled. "I'm glad you like it~" France pulled the boy down and gave a little kiss on his forehead, like he would do when Canada was a child.

"Oh," England looked at his own gift.

"You like them?" Canada looked over.

"Yes, their cute looking."

"What is it! ?" America ran over to look.

"Tea cups," England said and lifted one for him to see. It was small, just right for England, clean and neatly decorated with little blue roses, the others with different colored roses.

"Haha. You just got cups." America pointed and laughed a bit.

"Shut up, I like them," England said. "Thank you Matthew."

"No problem~"

"Bro!" America pointed toward the tree. "Your gift is the big one in the back."

"Oh good lord I don't want to know." England sighed. Canada rushed a bit over to the tree and looked through for the big one from America. While he did that, America gave England his gift. Canda started opening the huge box once he found it, he wondered if America got help from Finland to help with this thing, once he finally got the thing open, he was happy.

"Oh bro!" Canada smiled, Russia looked over to see what it was. Canada came back out from behind the tree with a silver-red hockey stick with the boy's name on it. "Coolo!"

"See~ I knew you would like it~ haha~" America laughed. "I got you another one too, should be with that box." Canada didn't let go of the hockey stick and went back in to find the other gift, Russia smirked a bit at his excitement.

"A-America?" England looked at the gift.

"Do you like it?" America pouted a bit. "I see you drawing that little thing on your notebooks all the time."

"What is it?" France tried looking over. America dug into the little box and took a light green hat out, then fit it onto the Brit's head. It was fluffy and cute, little ears sticking up, wings in the back, cute little button eyes.

"It's flying mint bunny." England smirked a bit as he looked up at the hat.

"Oh god, that thing?" France sighed. "You're crazy."

"Shut your face France."

"Al I love you." Canada's words blocked out the other twos. America looked over and smiled as Canada's bright smile grew as he opened up the paper covering his brand new ice skates, only meant for hockey. "The inside is soft too!"

"Yeah, I knew you would like them! Your old skates are so used over and stuff, I figured you would like them."

"Bro I love them!" Canada jumped up and hugged onto the American. The next half hour went on as they passed gifts around and opened them. England's gifts for the three were simple, a stitched maple leaf covered pillow and maple candies for Canada, some horror movies and a secret gift for America, and he gave France a t-shirt saying "I'm a pervert, beware" with a arrow pointing up; France glared as England laughed. America's gift for France was nothing but some wine that Italy had gave him, at least it was some good wine and not crap. France's gifts were as you could expect, perverted, except one real one for Canada. He gave the boy a box to open as he gave England a paper card and America a bag.

Russia looked at England's expression turned to both horror and anger. "France! ! ! ! What the hell is this! ?" He yelled.

"It's a 'have s**x with France free' card~" France laughed creepily a bit. "Anytime~ Anywhere~" England threw the card at the French man as America glared at France.

"Hey. He mine. And I ain't sharing." America glared.

"America. What did he give you?" Russia asked. America looked over at the lonely Russia and back toward his bag, he started going through it again.

"Hold on, I'm gonna che-" America froze. "…Super hero condoms?"

"Nice huh~" France laughed more as the two nations smacked him with pillows and Russia sighed. Canada's gift wasn't so bad, France decided to be kind toward him. Russia looked over as Canada pulled out a old looking blanket, it was white with lightly colored red maple leafs designed on them; it was clearly handmade.

"Père, you stitched it up?" Canada looked up.

"Oui~ I know how much you like it, so I took the time to fix it up~" France smiled. "It should be good for now." Canada smiled.

"Oh! Let's not forget Russia here!" America jumped up and went for a box as Russia confusedly watched him. "I went out this morning and got it for you, it's from me, England, and France." He handed the thin box to the Russian.

"T-Thank you." Russia said, Canada smiled at him a bit. Russia took the little bow off and then gently took off the wrapping paper, then took the real gift out of the box; it was a bottle. "….Fuck you America."

"E-Eh! ?" Canada tried looking over. "W-What is it?" America laughed a bit as Russia held up the bottle; Vodka. Only one problem, it was non-alcoholic.

"It's great huh? Now it really is just Russian water!" America laughed.

"Shut up." Russia said looking at the bottle. "You are a pathetic excuse for Vodka."

"Are you speaking to the bottle?" England asked.

"Da! Because it doesn't deserve to be called Vodka!" Russia said. "It's horrible!"

"On the bright side, while we drink real alcohol, Britain and Matthieu can drink that~" France said.

"Oh shut it!" England glared.

OOO

The rest of the day was calm, Russia enjoyed it. It was the only time England and France really didn't fight, America wasn't as so annoying, Canada smiled often, he loved to see that bright happy smile. They watched some TV, played a few games, that Russia was not so happy about, the few of them then had most of the cookies Canada had baked, mostly with Russia and America eating the most; hey the Russian enjoyed his cooking, can't blame him. They finally looked through the stockings hung on the fireplace and looked through all the goodies Finland had left them, mostly candy and some small candies, there were even stuff for Russia there. They went outside and played in the snow a bit, though Russia noticed Canada wasn't so excited about it as he used to be, even during the snowball fight between him and his brother. After time in the snow, Canada whipped up some hot chocolate for the nations and they sat around the fire, Kumajirou sitting on the boy's lap like a good pet; he was full after breakfast. Russia really did enjoy it, peaceful, warm, friendly, Canada could have a loving family calmed during holidays; enjoyable.

Canada pulled Russia over a bit ass the others started setting up for dinner. "You need your present." Canada smiled, so did Russia.

"Da. You too." He said. Canada pulled Russia into the living room to the one remaining gift, special for Russia. Russia went behind the tree to get the boy's gift, hoping it would be enough. They both passed each others gifts to each other and looked at them. Russia gave something gently rapped, something soft as Canada gave a medium size box. "One, two, three," Russia said. Canada smirked and began opening it as Russia opened his. Russia stopped for a moment just to see the boy's reaction, he looked like he was amused. Canada lifted the light gift out of the papers, a scarf, a handmade scarf. Russia had made it special, red lines down the sides of it with red maple leafs down the center, all perfectly made; he made sure it was perfect, it took several times. Canada smiled at it. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I love it," Canada rubbed it against his cheeks. "It's so soft! Did you make this?"

"D-Da. I know, it's a little…weird for something like me." Russia said.

"I didn't know you sewed or knitted." Canada giggled. "It's beautiful."

"Good." Russia smiled.

"Open yours!"

"D-Da." Russia continued opening to find a picture, a large framed picture of the sunflower field; he smiled a bit and took the picture out. "This should lighten up my house da?" Canada smiled. He looked in more to find a long light brown coat and lightly colored scarf inside. He picked the scarf out and held onto it as he lifted the coat out. "What's this?"

"W-Well, I mean, you only wear one coat all the time." Canada stuttered, he was nervous about Russia's thoughts of it. "I-I thought you could have another one." Russia wasn't so open to other clothes, but he liked the coat. It was like his own, the way it opened, it was roomy, it felt soft as he put it on; he liked it and smiled at the boy.

"I like it Matvey." Russia smiled and Canada snapped back to a smiling happy child.

"There's more, but it's in my room, so come on." He grabbed onto Russia's hand and pulled him as Russia placed the box of his gifts on the couch and followed. He pulled Russia up to his room and had Russia cover his eyes.

"Is this way you wouldn't let me in your room?" Russia asked.

"Yup," He pulled Russia into his room and let his hand go, then quickly went over to grab his gift. He moved Russia's hands onto the gift, he could feel the smooth glass like object, he could tell it was long as well. "Okay, look." Russia opened his eyes to find a light colored vase in his hands, filled with bright Sunflowers; he smiled.

"Sunflowers," He sniffed them a bit. "But I already have you as my little sunflower." Canada blushed a bit and grinned, Russia kissed his cheek. "Thank you Matvey."

OOO

After dinner, they would start drinking, but America had something else planned. He searched through his bags looking for a certain something as the others started opening up the beer, wine, and vodka Canada has in his cellar. "Shit! It's not here!" America gashed.

"W-What?" Canada asked as Russia took care of the drinks. America pulled Canada down a bit.

"The mistletoe isn't here!" America whispered.

"I-I'm sure its there Al." Canada took a drink and sat onto the couch with Russia.

"What's wrong with your brother now?" Russia asked.

"He's being weird, like always." Canada took a little drink and made a sour face, he still wasn't so used to drinking Vodka, he was getting a little mad that France had taken his good wine now. Russia took a drink of his bottle, yes he was drinking an entire bottle, while Canada could only drink a little cup. England sat on the other couch, only drinking tea cause they banned him from drinking. France however, was no where to be seen.

"Le boo!" France popped up behind Russia and Canada, the two turned their heads to look at him. "Oh my~ You two~ Hon hon~" France held the mistletoe above their heads. "You know the rules~"

"What rules?" Russia asked. America popped his head up from searching, that damn French man!

"I-it's a mistletoe, whoever is under it has to kiss." Canada blushed.

"Romantically too~" France laughed a bit. "So kiss~" America glared toward them. Russia shrugged it a bit and grabbed onto Canada, he didn't mind kissing the boy, though in front of his family was a bit embarrassing. He pulled Canada in and kissed the boy's lips, knowing Canada was kissing back. He pulled away after, seeing Canada blushing and smiling, he smiled a bit too.

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Thank you~

*le fall over* OKAY longest…chapter… EVER… *le cheer*~! But anyway, I sorry for taking so long to update Q.Q I've been busy trying to get together this "Hetalia Olympics" event thingy and I'm the England cosplayer in it, so aka, I have to do all the work -.-' with help from our China cosplayer though~ :D So I've been kinda slow with all my thingies lately. Plus, I might be getting a job soon so updating right now is kinda hard :/ stupid school coming back and everything too :/ mehhhh

*sigh* anyway…. I made a fluffy :3 I like fluffies~ their cute~ XDD All Christmas timey~ :3 cause I was in the mood~

Still, eye before the storm. This winter won't be too bad, but there's gonna be a time skip where it gets worse so don't yell at me or anything, Winter will become a major part soon :3

…. I dunno what else to say… PASTA! XD (Also if anyone wants to help me out with what happens during a Russian Christmas, please help me out -.-' cause I'm a special cookie and I don't know much about Russia)