Gwydion almost regretted letting Iain come with him to the store. They were getting looks from the unsuspecting American populace. "'ey, Gwyn!" The Scottish man yelled out. Gwydion twitched when he heard his dreaded nickname.

"What?" He asked harshly. He turned and saw Iain holding a weird pillow/unicorn thing. "What in God's name is that?"

"Well, according to tis sign, its called a pillow pet," Iain ignored the stares he was getting. It wasn't everyday you saw a Scottish man wearing a kilt, holding a purple unicorn pillow in Wal-Mart no less. "Do ya think Artie will like it?"

"Probably, him and his weird unicorn obsession," Gwydion muttered. He hated last minute shopping but that was what he and Iain had done. "Stick it on the trolley."

Iain tossed the pillow thing on top of the other presents. "Hey, go get the drinks for the party tomorrow while I finish up," Gwydion told his eldest brother who saluted and went to find said beverages.

Gwydion quickly set about finding something for Iain but nothing seemed like something the Scotsman would like. Just as he was about to give up a piece of cloth caught his eye. It was just an oversized jacket in the discount bin but it screamed Iain. It was tartan for one and it matched his kilt. "Hopefully he will stop wearing the blasted thing in public now," Gwydion grinned and went to pay for the presents.

Iain appeared behind Gwydion just as he finished paying for everything. "Gwyn, give me the money for the drink," he smiled at the huge amount of money his brother gave him. "Just enough!"

"Meet at the car in ten," Gwydion rolled the cart to the car Alfred had let them borrow when he heard they were going to buy Christmas presents. He piled everything into the back and waited for his brother to appear.

Exactly ten minutes later Iain appeared with a cart full of almost every type of alcohol. "I jus' set these in the back seat, right?" Gwydion sighed but nodded.

The drive back to the house was kind of stressing seeing as neither man could drive well. When they got back Gwydion put all the presents in his given room and Iain put all the alcohol in Alfred's huge kitchen. "Oh, Uncle Gwyn! What are those packages in your arms?" Alfred asked flying gout of no where.

"None of your business, boyo," Gwydion answered as he dodged the younger nation. "And I told you to stop calling me that, plentyn!"

"What else am I supposed to call you, then?" Alfred asked mockingly. Gwydion ignored his nephew and slammed the door in his face. He played a CD of the best songs from his male choirs.

He sang along with them as he wrapped the presents and signed his and Iain's names on the tags. A knocking on his door caused him to hide the jacket he had bought for his eldest brother. "Come in!"

Arthur walked into the room wearing a strange outfit which consisted of a green tunic, red tights, a red and green hat, and shoes with bells on the ends. Basically, he looked like a stereotypical elf. "Gwydion, if I have to suffer this indignity you do too," He growled and was suddenly tackled to the floor. After a short romp, the brothers sat up and looked like mirror images except for their hair colour. "Finish wrapping your presents and met me and the others downstairs. We have to do some things before the party."

"That requires us to dress like elves?" Gwydion bellowed. It was an odd thing for him to do. Arthur shrugged and disappeared downstairs. Gwydion finished wrapping the presents then went downstairs and placed them under the tree.

In the living room, Arthur, Mathew, and even Francis, although none looked to happy about it, were dressed as elves, Alfred and Liam were wearing brown shirts and slacks with reindeer antlers on their heads, and Iain was dressed as Santa. "You look weird with a beard," Gwydion told Iain.

"Well, you look good in tights," He retorted. Gwydion stared and his eye twitched. "That's what I thought, Gwyn."

"Alright, everyone! Listen up," Alfred called everyone's attention. "I signed Tino up to visit St. John's today but he can't and you all know I can't let kids down because it is un-heroic. So we are going to go instead!"

No one protested because they all hated to see kids cry so they all piled into a van and drove to the hospital. As soon as they parked they were quickly dragged inside to what appeared to be a recreational room for the kids.

Iain was pushed into a chair and the others stationed around him. A few moments later a group of kids entered. Each was young, probably around four or five years of age, and stared in wonder at the group. "Santa!" One, a little boy with big blue eyes, yelled. The others laughed.

"The first one's name is Tyler, Martina, Cody, Carle, Faith, Nathan, John, Timothy, Shayla, Ashley, Hana," Alfred whispered in Iain's ear as the children lined up. Iain nodded and patted his lap.

Tyler ran forward and jumped on Iain's lap. "My name is Tyler!" He exclaimed.

"I know," Iain laughed. "What do ya want for Christmas?"

"A bike to ride!" He yelled. That went on with each child asking for something simple such as a book, CD (Arthur was smug when a girl asked for a David Bowie one), movie, or outfit and even a pillow-pet (Gwydion laughed at that).

Finally, one child, a little girl, was left. She climbed onto Iain's lap and looked at him with big, green eyes. It reminded him of Arthur when he was young. "Hello, Victoria, what do you want for Christmas?" Iain asked sounding jolly despite the fact that he was tired.

"All I want for Christmas is for my parents to be able to afford my surgery and still get presents for my brother," She said in a quiet voice. Everyone's eyes widened.

"That's a lot to ask for, sweetie," Alfred laughed nervously, even the hero couldn't do that one. She looked at him then at everyone else and finally at Iain.

"But you're Santa. You're magic!" She stated. "You can do whatever you want!"

"That's the thing," Mathew interrupted. "Santa can't do whatever he wants. He has limits like everyone else. But he will try as hard as he can."

"You promise?" Victoria looked at Iain again. He nodded. "Okay." She climbed off his lap and went over to where a nurse was standing, she mouthed a thank you then led the small girl away.

The group left quickly, ignoring all thanks and got back to Alfred's house as quickly as possible. Everyone was quiet and the party was postponed until tomorrow.

~X~

The next morning, Gwydion awoke to a large Scottish man landing on top of him. "Wake up, Gwyn! Its Christmas!" Iain yelled then jumped off and ran out the room yelling. Gwydion slowly made his way downstairs and saw Mathew trying to calm Alfred down.

"Gwyn is here!" Liam yelled. Arthur passed out the presents. There was the sound of paper ripping and woops of excitement.

Arthur blushed when he opened the pillow pet causing everyone to laugh but he still hugged it for most of the day. Everyone thanked each other and a few hugs, especially from Mathew, were given. Francis passed out drinks and the party started. Yes, noon was a little early to start drinking but they didn't care.

The rest of the day consisted of playing Wii and trying to best everyone else. Mathew won the sports game which was a great surprise to everyone and Arthur won Mario. When everyone was a getting tipsy Gwydion was surprised when Iain dragged him off to the kitchen.

With a blush covering his face, he pulled a package from one of the cabinets and held it out to Gwydion. "Well, I wasn't sure what to get ya so," He trailed off. Gwydion blushed then opened the closet and pulled out his gift for Iain.

"Ditto," He smiled as they exchanged gifts. He giggled(what? Men can giggle) when he saw what Iain got him: a pillow pet but this time it was a lamb. "Aw, its cute!" Iain was already wearing his jacket.

"Thanks, Gwyn," He smiled and turned to the mirror on the kitchen door. "I look good."

Gwydion smiled and leaned up to whisper in Iain's ear, "Merry Christmas, fy anwylaf Alban." He pecked him on the cheek then went to the living room. Iain blushed fiercely and clapped a hand to the spot.