A/N: I am sorry for uploading this late but I'm very not satisfied with this chapter.

It was a dim, winter morning. Nastja has been sleeping in since winter holidays have started. Her window was beautifully painted by frost and snow has packed on her windowsill. She had slept cuddling Dmitry, as she did every night. A few of Medic's doves have been sleeping on her desk.

Nastja's eyes lazily opened and they slowly drifted to the calendar hanging on her wall. She noticed a big red scribbled circle on the date 24th December. Her eyes immediately shot up and she grabbed Dmitry, looking into his button eyes and almost screamed:

-|"Dmitry! Uncle Mundy and Dell are coming today!"|

Her squealing abruptly awoke the birds.

-|"Oh, sorry Plato, Socrates and Aristotle, heh."|

She hastily put on her red and white striped dress with lace trimming and rushed to the bathroom with Dmitry to wash her face and braid her messy hair. She didn't want to be late in greeting the guests. She then went to the living room. It was very festive. The walls were decorated with garlands and their front door had a mistletoe weave. Their Christmas tree that Daddy chopped down from the forest stood in the corner and candy canes and ornaments hung on it. It had a very cheery atmosphere. Nastja's favorite decoration on the tree is two doves holding holly in their beaks that Doctor hung up.

Nastja went to the kitchen and found Medic sitting by the table drinking his coffee and reading a volume of "Weaponized Surgery".

-"Good morning, schatz."

-"Good morning, Doktor. Vhere is Papa?"

-"He is in his room, cleaning Sasha."

-"Oh."

-"Come here, I made bacon for you and Papa."

Nastja sat by the table opposite of Medic and wolfed down the bacon (much to Medic's distaste) and then excitedly asked him a question:

-"Doktor, vhen vill Uncle Mundy and Uncle Dell come?"

-"Very soon, Nasja. Now call your dad here."

-"Okay"-she sighed. She wanted them to come here now.

After calling her dad to the table, she went back to her room to talk with Dmitry and the doves.

-|"Plato, when do you think they will arrive?"|

-coo-

-|"You don't know, do you? Oh, Dmitry, I do hope they arrive soon because Doctor and Papa told me so much awesome stories about Uncle Mundy sniping the enemy Scout who was a mile away! Or how Uncle Dell single-handedly took down the frontline of them RED-team babies with his Sentry! Oh gosh I really wanna meet them!"|

-coo coo-

-|"Totally, Aristotle! They're the most awesome! I love the story of how th—"

DING DONG

-|"OH MY GOSH THEY'RE HERE!"-Nastja squealed and grabbed Dmitry then raced out of the room so fast Scout would be proud.

-|"ARE THEY HERE? ARE THEY HERE? ARE THEY HERE?"|

Heavy cut her off:

-|"Quiet, Nastja. Yes they're here."|

Medic opened the door and greeted the Texan and the Dundee then let them in.

The Tex spoke up to Heavy:

-"Howdy, pardner? Long time no see, pal. Where's your kid?"

-"Hello, American man. Nastja, come here, say hello."

Nastja peeked out from behind Heavy and saw the short, pudgy man wrapped like a cabbage in warm clothing. Excitement was still running in her veins. She ran up to Engineer and said:

-"Hello Uncle Dell! You look funny. Is it zhat cold?"

-"Yup, way colder than in Bee Cave."

-"Give me your coat, it is varm here."

And so Engie gave the lil kid his thick coat and she put it in the closet room.

-"She's an adorable little sheila, isn't she, Truckie?"

-"She is."

They spent the day sitting inside the cottage, because the two guests would NOT go outside of the house. The weather was far from the boiling heat of Texas or the scorching sun of the Outback. Sniper spent most of the time with the little kid. Funny, she reminded him of Scout because of her chatter.

Evening came around, the time of day Nastja so sweetly adored. The cireplace was lit and everyone snuggled around it with hot chocolate. Medic and Dell talked with each other, Heavy looked and Archimedes perched on Medic's shoulder and Sniper sat quiet, like he always did. Nastja decided to get him talkative.

-"Uhm, Uncle Mundy?"

-"Hmm?"

-"Can you tell me story? I mean Christmas story."

-"A'ight. I got one for you."

So Sniper told the sheila the story of "How Spy Sapped Christmas".

By the end of the story, Nastja felt really sleepy and asked if she could go to sleep. They let her and she went to her room and snuggled in her pink footie pajamas with Dmitry whilst Plato slept on her head.

-"You picked a great kid."-Dell said.

-"Thank you, Herr."

-"The sheila's a good girl. Reminds me of Scout though."

-"Oh, she is Scout. Running around like the little baby-man Scout is."

They all had a good chuckle and continued talking into the night.

A/N: and the "How the Spy Sapped Christmas" is actually a video on Youtube. Go check it out.