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Poland was the first one to step out of the Russian military helicopter in the Velikiy Ustyug Airport after their quite long flight from a smaller army base near the Finnish border. It was already the twenty-first of December, even when Russia had arranged them the fastest ways to travel around. They had now arrived to the hometown of Grandfather Frost.
Poland hopped down from the helicopter and stretched long and contently, then instantly shivering violently. "It's like… cold here!"
"It's winter, duh," Lithuania noted from behind him, accidently copying the valley-girl speech. "Make way so the others can get out as well."
Poland stepped aside and the whole group climbed down. Russia appeared from cockpit and gave short instructions to the airport personnel that had come closer. The airport had gotten a message beforehand that they were arriving shortly and it was okay to slip them through the security check uninspected: no, they were not suspicious even when they were clearly multi-national, quite a few of them had a huge gun with them, one looked like a potential terrorist, another gave out a very intimidating aura, one kept talking about pasta and one spoke in a valley-girl accent. No, they were definitely not suspicious. Russia smiled cheerfully as he took the lead of the group and led the way to the cars they were going to use to get to the place where their snowmobiles were waiting for them.
As they were approaching the cars, America sneezed loudly. "You couldn't have asked General to make it a little warmer here?" he asked Russia and rubbed his cheeks to warm them up.
"I can warm you up, da?" Russia offered smiling (and ignoring the general frowning, especially from a certain Brit) before adding. "You're really not good with cold are you, America?"
"You can't be cold already," England argued. "Be a man and stop complaining about everything. Didn't you just groan during the whole flight that you should have been one to fly?"
"Yeah, but I should have been the one!" America defended. "I'm the hero that should do that kind of action. And besides, it is cold in here."
"Do you really think General Winter would make it warmer if we asked?" Germany asked dryly, producing a small cloud while blowing air from his lungs.
"Don't you complain," Greece mumbled to the American. "I'm the one here with the warmest average temperature."
"Then go home," Turkey suggested scowling.
"Are you so sure?" Hong Kong asked, meaning the case of the warmest temperature.
"That's right," Italy cheered, playing with the snow in his hands. "It's pretty warm in Italy too. China has it warm too, right?"
China glanced at the smiling Italian. "Yes. At some parts. But I'm fine with cold. America should really get it together, though."
"I just don't like cold, okay!" America protected himself again. "Winters should be spent inside playing games and drinking something warm or then just briefly going downhill skiing or something, but–"
"Then go home!" Belarus snapped.
"I can't!" America exclaimed. "I must be a hero and save Finland from the evil villain!"
"Grandpa Frost is a nice old man," Russia noted. "In the past, he was more vicious but I think getting older and having an own granddaughter made him like kids."
"Nice old mans don't kidnap innocent nations!"
Denmark snorted but said nothing. Sweden glared at him. "G'home."
"Why me too?" Denmark objected.
They'd just arrived to the cars and were now dividing into a groups travelling in the cars they had. Six persons fit into the one car including the driver so all three of them were filled. Russia took the driver's seat in the first one again, being the only to know where they were going. Sweden and Estonia sat behind the steering wheel in the other two.
"Do I have to be in the same car with that?" Turkey and Greece asked at the same time, pointing at each other.
"Yes," Russia answered simply, smiled and stuffed them forcefully to the back seat and closing the door behind them. "Comrade Switzerland~" he sing-songed. "You're coming here too, da?"
Switzerland didn't even look at his direction but stepped into another car beside Estonia. Italy however took the invitation and hopped cheerfully into Russia's car. Germany was left between wondering should he consider Italy's safety and go with him, or take on account his own comfort. He decided he should go to the car and prevent it from exploding on the way, as Hong Kong decided to climb in too.
Prussia didn't even consider stepping a foot inside that car (especially when the car was now full) and went after Switzerland, only to be kicked out by the said nation and climbed to the third car with China, Poland, Lithuania and Denmark. Gilbird, who had a colourful scarf around its neck, was glad to be out of the cold for a while and chirped contently on the top of his head. Hungary went to Estonia's car to scold Switzerland, who didn't even blink at the woman. But soon his eyes grew darker as the next one to climb in was Belarus, who was in a very bad mood after not getting into the same car as Russia. Switzerland's expression grew yet strained when America and England were the next to climb in and the last, but for the sake of his little sister's wish, he said nothing.
Now that the cars were full they were ready to depart again. General Winter would already be waiting for them at their destination.
"Hang in there Finland," America vowed on his seat. "We're on our way."
England let a deep sigh and face palmed.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.
"Okay!" Korea exclaimed loudly when they'd managed to gather everyone around into the same space. The Rescuers had left the building a while ago. "Finland has a huge and spacious house and we have to clean, decorate and prepare it for Christmas! We'll be needing all of your help." Korea was standing on a chair to make everyone see and hear him, even if they didn't want to. "I'm gonna be your supreme commander but you can just call me 'Commander' for the time being. Okay so now! It is time for some action!"
"Why should we obey someone like you?" Southern Italy shouted irritated to make his opinion clear. "I'm not going to do anything for this stupid party, just so you know!"
"Yes you are!" Korea shouted back, looking offended when his status was already questioned. "You're going to clean–"
"I'm not!" Romano interrupted, not even wanting to hear what the Asian had in store for him.
"Now, now, isn't this just interesting," France smiled serenely. "The others are working so hard after all. We should give them a warm welcome when they come back."
"A warm welcome?" Belgium repeated, amused.
"I don't wanna know," Norway mumbled and rolled his eyes.
"Well, Korea– excuse me: Commander, let's hear you out," France continued. "What have you planned?"
The Asian shined with happiness. "Well, first we need to make a proper division of labour," Korea began eagerly, happy that they were listening to him, excluding Romano. "This place needs cleaning. We need food for let's say forty nations and above all the Christmas decoration. If we include this day, we've about six days to get everything ready."
"What do you mean 'six', the Eve is in five days," Iceland interrupted.
"Okay, five then. Anyway, we need to decide who is going to do what and then plan what exactly are we doing," the Commander summarized. "Anyway, I want to plan and take part in the decorations." He looked psyched up.
"Then I can take care of the cleaning," Austria offered. "We'll pick up some people to plan the decoration, some others to plan the menu and the rest start with the cleaning and proceed to help the others. Does that sound sufficient?"
"Great!" Korea looked even more psyched up. "Who'll supervise the cooking?"
"I can do that," Ukraine volunteered, raising her hand and smiling. "If I'm just good enough."
"Of course you are," the Korean assured. "Now let's get started."
"What's wrong, Belgium?" Canada asked the woman beside him quietly.
"No..." The other looked meditative for a moment, frowning before she continued. "No, I just got a feeling I've forgotten something, but oh, whatever."
A/N: The city of Velikiy Ustyug is a traditional home of Grandfather Frost. Anyone guesses what Belgium has forgotten?
NuttyEmmy: I don't get it :S What's wrong? Don't cry (this is supposed to be funny).
Maya-chan2007: Of course they are ^^ You can go and look for them.
ChibiDryad242: Where is here? Anyway, I guess that's it. =)
