I hate Tuesdays. They are so long. I have twice three-hours-long-classes, that's why... (Modern History lecture and Swedish. And it was the last classes, I have my finals next week. D'oh.)

Anyway, I found time to write ! I hope you enjoy !

Here, more Hana & Tino being Hana & Tino.

"Oh my, where am I...?" mumbled Santa as he awkwardly sat up, holding his head. He knocked himself down when falling of the tree, apparently. Well, falling of the tree. Falling from the inside of the tree. Or something.
It was hot. So, so hot. Santa felt like he was inside a house, next to the fireplace. And the ground was weird; there was no snow on it. Instead, it was criss-crossed by thousands of... black roots? Maybe not black, but dark grey. Dark grey and no other colour, like all the trees around the clearing in which he arrived. Which was empty, except for him and several trees in circle-around him, not unlike the ones in the clearing of Christmas. But there wasn't a door with an orange figure this time; the door from which he came was ornamented of a colourful Christmas tree.
Everything was slowly becoming scarier.
A little yelp made him start. Hanatamago, in his arms, was frightened as hell.

"Shush, Hana" Santa whispered as he hold the dog closer.

To be honest, he wasn't comfortable and rather scared. Everything around him was so… Different? But contrary to the dog who was yelping toward the tree to go back home, Santa was scared in a great way. He felt like adrenaline rushed in his veins. He just wanted to go run in the dark forest to discover the place. He didn't know what could possibly happen; he knew he could be attacked, lost, killed, and that no one would ever found him. He felt scared, and it felt great.

But it was really too hot, here. Santa quickly kick off his red trousers, his gloves, his hat and his red jacket, only keeping his beige trousers, his beige shirt, his boots and his suspenders. He took all his clothes in his arms, letting Hanatamago go. He'll become a new-age Hop-o'-My-Thumb and let them in his way, to still have a chance to find the trees when he'll finish his little tour. Hanatamago stayed right behind him, the tail between the legs and not daring jumping around like usually. But Santa was totally oblivious of that.

After a few minutes walking between the totally identical trees, Santa noticed with joy that the forest began to thin out. He dropped his last glove, and took Hana in his arms to run out of the woods, impatient.

He was really annoyed to see that he just ran into an iron fence, looking expensive but old. He couldn't find a gate around, so he just made Hanatamago slip between the bars, and did his best to climb them himself. Fortunately, the fence wasn't really high. One minute later, he was on the other side, and the dog jumped immediately in his arms. Santa took a look around, to try to see where they were. And, despite the place only lightened by the creepy grimacing moon in the sky, he managed to see it very well. They were in the middle of a cemetery. Santa gasped, as his eyes met the ones of a statue near him. He couldn't stay here… He began to slowly walk between the tombstones, thing that was really easier to say than to do. Every five steps, a shadow or a growl made him jump, and to be honest, he just didn't know why he continued to walk. Oh, yes. To discover the world.

"Carry on, Santa", he shushed. "If there is a cemetery, there is a city…"

And indeed, the more he walked, the more he noticed irregular shapes standing out in the end of the cemetery. The perspective of –finally- see civilisation motivated him more than he thought! With a little cry of joy, he began to run, trying to ignore the shadows and the eyes following him.

They were just before the gate now. It was open, and nobody seemed to be around. Santa discretely slipped into the town, praying for Hanatamago to shush. Because even if around the city it was quiet, save for the scary howls, the closer they were, the more they heard the cacophony of the town. The dog was shaking in her master's arms, and Santa was about to tremble too. It was just creepy.
Rustling, grasting, squeak, high-pitched yelling and low-pitched shouts mixed up in a total disorder.
Santa gathered his courage and enter the city. He was probably in the main street, but it was empty. He decided to walk in a little side street, to be sure he won't meet anyone. Maybe.
It was really strange to walk between the gray wobbly houses. Fortunately, the moon lighted up the way, because the carved pumpkin on the windowsills wouldn't be enough to see anything.
He finally arrived at the end of the street. He was able to see the village's square now.
And it was frightening. The whole town seemed to be here, singing a song on the sound of instruments that sounded more like screeches and squeaks.
Hanatamago yelped, and tried to jump out her master's arms, but Santa didn't even notice how scared his dog was. He was completely focused on the crowd on the square.
It was people like he never seen before. All of them were in line, trying to sing under the direction of a little man who turned his back to Santa. Was he sat...? No, he was in a wheelchair, like the old elf Marvin! He had a doctor's blouse and seemed angry with the crowd. Maybe they didn't sing well? Santa didn't even listen to them. He looked at them. One girl had cat ears and not enough clothes, one guy had flames instead of hair, one had a wolf's head, a little girl was dressed like a colourful witch, someone had blue-grey skin and looked like he was dead.
It was the most heteroclite group Santa ever seen. He was used to see the elves, who all looked like each other, all little and in similar clothes, to see humans from so far away during Christmas. Seeing people around his height and Berwald's was new for him.
They all seemed so... Close. But yet so far.

They were all so different. They were all themselves.

Santa just wanted to be a part of them too. A part of this group of people being themselves.