Well, another short chapter. I put nice humour into it. I'm sorry, I'm just tired and want to do something else, so enjoy this...ish :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not Hetalia or anything! But Talia :)

Christmas with the Kirklands

Chapter VII

~December 9th, WTF?~

"Well…I don't know,"

"Come now, be reasonable. It would be a great Christmas gift for them both. Besides, the fact I'm calling you should strike how serious I am."

"…Fine, I'll think about it." England smiled at the response on the other side of the phone.

"Thank you that is a good enough answer for me." He answered.

"Goodbye,"

"Goodbye," Arthur sighed content as he put the receiver of the phone back where it belonged. "Well, now that that's done, I can move on with everyone else."

England pulled a pad of paper with a list of names he had yet to get presents for.

"So I got a bonus gift for Talia, Wales I already got…hmm…who am I missing?" He mumbled to himself as he went through the list. He gave a huff when he got to the only unmarked name. "Alba,"

~oOo~

"Go! Go! GO!"

"Hahaha! Dude, you suck!"

"Shut up!" Navey complained as she turned her Wii remote quickly to make the turn. She and America were playing Mario Kart in the living room, Ireland watching over the book he was reading in the corner of the room.

Navey was practically grinding her teeth as America continued to throw items at her. Alfred laughed hysterically at her inability to keep up with him.

"Damn it!"

"Ahahaha!

"Shut UP!" Navey made a sharp turn and rammed into the American. Alfred kept smiling as he fought back.

"What are you two doing?" Wales questioned as he entered the room.

"Navey and America are playing Mario Kart and America is winning." Ireland answered, looking back at his book as if he was never watching the game.

"Well, they could at least be quiet about it." Wales complained while crossing his arms.

"No way dude!" America answered loudly before crashing Navey's car into the side of the track, his laughter ringing out like an annoying siren.

"Would you people shut up in there?" Talia's voice yelled from the next room.

"No!" Navey yelled back.

"Shut up or I'll snap your neck!" Romania's voice replied back harshly. Navey glared at the TV harder as they continued playing.

"Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart will go on." America hit the pause button and him and Navey looked at each other. Wales frowned and Ireland hit himself with the book.

"Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on." A voice continued singing, definitely not Celine Dion.

"Who is that?" Navey questioned.

"Please don't ask," Ireland answered. Suddenly North Ireland burst into the room wearing a dress over male clothing, girly and thick makeup on his face, and a tiara in his hair.

"You're here, there's NOTHING I fear. And I know that my heart will go on. We'll stay for ever this way, you are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on!" He sang while dramatically waving his hands. Navey and America burst out laughing as Wales tried to cover his mouth from joining them. Ireland looked at his brother in shame, but just shook his head instead of speaking out.

"Thank you ladies," Cian said with a curtsy. Navey and Alfred clapped loud for him as North Ireland waved, blew a kiss to his twin, and then left the room.

"Oh my God," Navey exclaimed breathless as she tried calming down.

"That was so cool!" Alfred agreed with a giant smile.

"He shames himself," Ireland mumbled to himself.

"It's not his fault. Alba made him think that dressing in drag was a good thing when we were younger. Remember?" Wales asked.

"Yes,"

"We were too busy laughing to stop it early on…"

"…It's rather sad." Wales shrugged.

"But funny,"

A moment later the singing started up again and laughter in the next room could be heard, starting up laughter in the living room again as well.

~oOo~

"Comrade Aidan, do you know what you are getting everyone for Christmas?" Russia questioned as he sat beside his friend on a lawn chair in front of the house, the Christmas lights on. Scotland shrugged.

"Mostly, I still have a few more to go." He answered.

"Me too," Ivan said with a sigh.

"Don't worry lad, we'll go tomorrow, the two of us, and get the presents we need." Aidan reassured, getting more comfortable in his seat.

"I still have to get Katyusha something…I'm not sure what though. And Belarus…" Russia trailed off.

"Aye, I still have to get one for Albion." Scotland said with a deep sigh. "What to get a brother you fight with?"

"Anything between knives and explosives," Ivan answered with a smile. Scotland laughed.

"There's the right way to go,"

"Do not worry so much comrade; you will know it when you see it."

"I can say the same for you." Russia nodded and it was silent for a moment.

"Did you get me anything?" He finally questioned.

"Aye, I did,"

"Good, I got you something as well."

"Really?" Aidan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Da,"

"…Will I like it?" Ivan chuckled.

"We'll have to wait and find out." They both laughed.

"Ah, all we need now is a bottle of whiskey and it would feel like Christmas." Scotland hummed happily while putting his hands behind his head.

"Or Vodka," Ivan added.

"Any alcohol really."

"…I want a drink now Comrade." Russia said with a sad face.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you to the best pub in London," Scotland offered with a mischievous grin.

"Da!"

"I'll drive."