Glitterdreamer95: So….hey! How are you guys! Long time no see, right? Okay, so maybe almost a year was a super super long time...but I promise there is a semi valid reason that Sebas will tell you!
Sebas-chan001: Wait, you're saying that our chapters DIDN'T post!? Ugh! This makes sense now. God, I feel so stupid…-.-
Glitterdreamer95: Riiight, we...uh happened to forget to hit publish! Darn, this whole time….. 9 months later.
Sebas-chan001: Well, actually, that wasn't the case at all… We. Kinda got sidetracked by another story….
Glitterdreamer95: Yeah I'm really sorry….so, so sorry. And then we kinda forgot to continue this because we were really inspired for this other one…..
Sebas-chan001: In our defense, it was a really good idea.
Glitterdreamer95: Is a really good idea, present tense, dear.
Sebas-chan001: I knew this story was doomed once you let me choose the rating. XD
Glitterdreamer95: Remind of that next time….So anyway, we wrote you two lovely new chapters to read! Unfortunately, they are the last ones…. As we are busy writing the new story! And yes, it will be posted eventually. We are writing it fully first.
Sebas-chan001: And all I'll say is that it's hilarious and that it's worth the wait.
Glitterdreamer95: Plus we are about halfway through anyway, but it is a longer one :D That's good news, right?
Sebas-chan001: Ja fraulein XD
Glitterdreamer95: Of course it is, Poppet!~~~
Sebas-chan001: -.-
Glitterdreamer95: I don't wanna keep you guys too long, this chapter is themed on Christmas!~~~~~ The most wonderful time of the year~~~~~
Sebas-chan001: Yeah! And to be honest, we had this written for months, we just got distracted and never finished it.
Glitterdreamer95: Well….mostly written
Sebas-chan001: Regardless, we did try to keep our promise on delivering a Christmas chapter.
Glitterdreamer95: In fact, we had a few more plans for this, but we've lost our inspiration for this a bit. Sad, I know, but it happens to the best of us. I think it is mostly from us writing this and posting at the same time. Something about the stress of posting a new chapter, really takes it out of you, you know?
Sebas-chan001: Anyway, we both wanted to thank everyone who stayed with us for this long. Seriously, we can't thank y'all enough.
Glitterdreamer95: And for those who continued to read it during our hiatus! We love you guys so much, which is why, instead of dropping this story off the face of the earth, we wrote you a nice ending. Anyway, we won't keep you, please enjoy the chapter!
"Pappa, Daddie!" Two very eager, and energetic young colonies bursted through the door of France and England's bedroom. They did not care that the two adults were still sleeping, their bodies lying motionless underneath the large comforter. Nor did they care about the ridiculous hour that it was in, their small bodies were filled with excitement. Today was an important day afterall. Canada and America charged towards the adults with as much speed as they could. "Wake up dudes, it's Christmas!"
"Ugh…" France was the first one to respond, since he endured America's elbows digging into his rib cage. Matthew, who decided to jump one second after Alfred, landed on England's legs; towards his calf area if we have to be precise.
"No fairy, don't go anywhere near that pirate! He's not protected! I know it!" Arthur gasped, shooting his body straight up like a bullet. His body was covered in a cold sweat, which was clearly visible since his upper torso was completely exposed.
"Um..." Canada gave England a questionable glance, tilting his head slightly towards the side.
"What the hel…..licopter are you two doing up this early?!" England demanded, granted sleepily toned. "Are you aware of what time it is?"
"It's Christmas, Daddie!" America responded with the largest smile on his face, one of the biggest grin the adults have ever seen for sure. "And Santa came! We have to see what he brought us!" by this point the little colony was desperate enough to tug at his father's arm; he started to grunt when he noticed that Arthur wouldn't budge.
"It is too early, loves. You have to wait until at least the sun is up to open anything Santa left." England told them, laying back down against his pillows. He had groaned when he had seen the ungodly time the clock read.
"But there's some orange in the sky! Doesn't that count?!" Alfred had Matthew check before they ran into their parents room.
"No!" England groaned once more, placing his arm over his eyes. Just five more minutes…. He said to himself. That's all I want, just five more minutes..
"But, Daddie, it's Christmas!" Canada widened his eyes sadly towards the Brit. He surely hadn't meant to look like an abandoned, let down puppy. England groaned again, trying to turn away from his son only to come face to face with a smirking Francis.
"Don't give me that look you twat." Arthur scowled, glaring at the man in front of him.
"Come on, Angleterre, can you not see how much this means to our boys?" England looked over his shoulder, noticing how round Canada and America's eyes looked.
"Oh alright…" Arthur sat up, stretching the muscles that had stiffened during his slumber, "But no one's opening anything until I've made my tea."
"Oh, we already got that covered, Daddie!" Matthew had a large grin on his face as he handed England a teacup from their tea set; telling the Englishmen that they had made it themselves. Arthur smiled, telling his children that what they had done was very thoughtful, and most generous.
When the father brought the cup to his lips, he could feel his body leaning backwards. As he glanced at the liquid that was inside the cup, he noted that the beverage was cold, and that the liquid was clear and not brown. Still, Arthur couldn't feel mad or annoyed towards the children, it was the thought that counted afterall.
"Mmmm Delicious, thanks boys." Britain smiled and rubbed the top of Canada's head while America pulled France, who was now sitting upright like England, by his arm; using all of the strength he had to get the adult out of bed. Both parents stood to their feet with long and tired yawns escaping their bodies.
"Come on, Daddie and Pappa, come on!" Alfred said excitedly, bolting out of his parent's bedroom, he could see the stairs growing nearer.
"America, no running in the house!" England called, "You could hurt yourself!"
"Wait for me, Alfie!" Canada began to giggle, squeezing his body past the two men to catch up to his brother.
"I am surprised zhat you did not react to Matthew giving you water." France muttered into his husband's ear, even though the action wasn't necessary since the children were out of view. "Zhat was so kind of you, mon cher. Do you you have a fever?"
"I'll give them a pass for today, it's Christmas after all." Arthur had a soft smile, ignoring his husband's rude comment, pressed against the corners of his lips, "Besides, I would have been more concerned if they actually touched the stove." The Frenchman nodded, telling the other blonde that it would have been much worse if they actually prepared the tea themselves. When the two adults made it down the stairs, they could hear their children whispering in excitement; plotting to each other which gift they would open first. While England was brewing the water for his tea, he warned the children not to open their gifts until they arrived. He could hear America booing from inside the living room, to which he said any child who disobeyed would not get any hot chocolate.
Once the tea and cocoa were finished, the family gathered in the living room on the floor. The children had already piled their gifts in front of them, and set out the parents' gifts in from of them.
"Cool I get to go first, right Daddie?"
"Why would you get to go first, Alfie?" Canada turned to his brother.
"Duh! Cause I'm the hero!" America said this in an obvious tone.
"Nuhuh! You said we're sidekicks now to MegaGuy."
"I said that so you would shut up." America told him straight up, with a roll of his eyes as if this fact had been obvious.
"Daaaaaad!" Canada pouted to the males. Clearly their squabble required adult intervention.
"America, you know how the rules go in this household." England stated, folding his arms across his chest until he felt the steam from his tea press against his face.
"But… But Daddie…" America, too, began to pout as he held one of his gifts tightly in his hands. The English nation shushed the small child, insisting that they needed to stick with the rules; he handed the child a small red die which was sitting in the middle of the coffee table. The family of four circled around the table and they each took turns in rolling the die, this was how they determined who would open their presents first. Canada was victorious this year, with his luck making him the first person to open their gifts. The order thereafter went as follows: England, France, and lastly America.
"Yay!" Canada smiled, grabbing for the first of his gifts.
"He cheated!" America tried, but was silenced by the adults, who then proceeded to roll their eyes at him.
Canada's presents consisted of a new set of hockey gear-including shiny new skates with little maple leaves embroidered on the sides, a new hockey stick (one not scratched up from practicing in the garage), and a helmet that was a little too big on his head. When Matthew tried it all on, and posed, the helmet slid to the left of his head.
America received some comics and a bunch of new action figures, all of them heroes or villains from his new favorite show- The Infinity Brothers. It was a show about 5 super powered heroes constantly fighting against their superpowered villains. America had taken a liking to it even since his favorite hero, MegaGuy, had appeared and joined the team's force.
The parents, who had not expected presents from their kids, opened theirs together. From Canada, the parents received two painted hand turkeys kissing, complete with hearts above their head. They were surprised to see that Matthew had also glued some fake feathers to the tail to make it more real. On the bottom of the drawing was a toddler note. It read, 'You don't have to fight anymore about who is taller, I made them the same height!-Matthew' in scribbly writing. From America, the parents received last year's christmas action figures. They were both supposed to be the same hero, although America had painted on of the dolls' eyes so that they would be green like England's (he had also drawn the eyebrows together because he claimed it made it more real). Each doll was equipped with some barbie cookware. One had a pink apron with lace, America claimed this was England's, and the other was brandishing a cooking pan. When asked about this, America said it was so Pappa could have an easier time teaching Daddie how to cook.
America and Canada insisted on the adults opening the presents from each other immediately as well. France obliged and received a registration form with the words "Calendar" scribbled across the page. The adults had a good chuckle out of this, while the kids looked on with curiosity. England opened his, only to find a maid's dress neatly folded inside (complete with tights, heels, and the hair piece). The Brit blushed at this, while France chuckled.
"I refuse to wear such clothing!"
"Daddie you should wear it!" America chimed.
"Yeah!" Canada agreed.
"You act like a mommy anyway so you should dress like one too!" America said, displaying his innocent child-like logic.
"Well...Be that as it may," England said, brushing off the comment, "I refuse to wear such scandalous clothing. This dress shows shoulders, ankles, and knees!"
"I zink zhat it suits you, mon amour." France chimed, "Your figure would pull this off so beautifully. I would give you all the money in the world just to see you twirl for me."
"Hmph, says the man that wore dresses for over a century." The Brit grumbled.
"Fashion is as fashion does, mon amour. And I must say I did have the best, non?"
"I think you have a better sense of keeping your mouth shut." The new outfit, now laid wrinkled inside its box, was shoved away from everyone's sight. France began yet another round of his chuckles, which was starting to become obnoxious towards Arthur.
"Why so serious, Daddie?" America had asked once he saw his father's blush beginning to tone down, "I don't think Papa was serious when he got you that… I think that he was just joking!" The young hero turned his head towards the side, seeing his brother nodding with him in agreement.
"I thought it was pretty funny…" Matthew said timidly, "Did you think it was funny, Daddie?"
"Hilarious." Sarcasm could not have been more obvious in England's choice of words.
"Thank you Daddie!" Matthew giggled, jumping into England's arms.
"For what?" Arthur asked, confused.
"For the awesome presents!" Matthew stated, as though this were obvious.
"Yeah thanks! Now I can beat the bad guys with twice the hero power!" Alfred lifted his new toy hero into the air dramatically. Both of the parents had smiles presented on both of their faces. Watching their children play with their new presents brought more joy into their hearts than they could imagine; especially when they saw Matthew and Alfred playing cooperatively.
"Boom!" America shouted, pretending to explode at Matthew, "Die Captain Sticky!"
"Not today, Dr. Heroman! For I have a secret weapon!" Matthew said back, he was currently playing a giant hockey player that the bad guys had made, "There is no way you can defeat 'The Boulder'!"
Matthew tossed his helmet in between them, making some explosions for effect. In their minds, it was a giant rock-like villain who was super strong and would surely foil the heroes from saving the town. Obviously, he had a grudge against the hero, MegaGuy, because he destroyed the rocks near his house during one of his battles.
They continued like this, the heated battle making things close on both sides. The parents, for all the kids cared, had gone off into the kitchen.
"Lunch boys!" England called.
"Well, Captain Sticky, it looks as though our common enemy has appeared."
"Yes, now we have to work together or we will both….die!" Canada said dramatically clutching his hand over his heart, as well as his stomach.
They ran into the dining room, where their parents had laid out some food.
"Our arch-nemesis, broccoli!" The children cried, staring at the steaming green vegetable with horror set in their eyes.
"How can we ever defeat it?" Canada asked, "Do you think we should use maple syrup on it?"
"Never fear! The hero has a plan!" America looked around suspiciously before continuing, "He will never see us coming if we eat him quickly!"
"Yeah! Then Mistress Cake will no longer be captured!" Canada nodded, pointing to a literal white cake on one end of the table.
"No hockey sticks at the table, Matthew, you'll break something." England chided, glancing at the wildly waving object and then to the glass chandelier.
"Ah! A secret weapon!" America cried, "What is this monstrosity?!"
He pointed a finger at a pile of burned pastries. They were shaped like rocks, lumpy like them too. England gave America a hard look.
"America, how on Earth do you know what a monstrosity is?" England retorted, glancing at Francis because he already knew the answer to his question. "Who told you that word?"
"No! Our one weakness!" America continued, paying no mind to his father, and fiddling with the burned lump, "Captain Sticky, how can we defeat this?"
"I know! I will shoot it to the moon with my amazing hockey powers!"
"Well Alfred, old boy, looks like this will be the end for us…" America started to mumble to himself, sinking his head into his hands.
"Huyah!" Canada cried, swinging the hockey stick in the living room. It connected with the plate of 'scones', and flung them against the wall. The plate was shattered on impact and a few of the scones embedded themselves into the plaster. It was truly an impressive feat, coming from a child.
"Ca c'était quoi!?" France shouted from the kitchen, where he had returned to grab some potatoes, he whipped his head towards the sound. "J'ai entendu quelque chose! Tout le monde va bien?"
"I can't understand what Pappa's saying…." America muttered towards England, before the adult had rushed over towards his younger brother.
"Matthew, are you alright?!" Arthur began to ask once he reached the child, inspecting every nook and cranny for cuts and/or scrapes. "I told you not to swing that inside the house, and this is the consequence for disobeying me!" Once he made sure that Canada was fine, England dropped down to his knees and proceeded to pick up the shards. He started to mutter to himself, mentioning that the plate was one of his favorites.
"Why did no one answer me?" France said as he entered the room, a worried expression was set on his face.
"Because no one could understand you, you idiot."
"I heard a noise in here. I wanted to know what that was, and if everyone was alright."
"Yes, yes. We're all fine. We lost one of my mum's best plates, but Matthew and Alfred are both fine. I told Canada before hand not to swing that stick inside the house, and he chose not to listen."
"I'm sorry…." Canada whispered, his voice was too soft for either of the parents to hear.
"Arthur, I am sure that Matthew is sorry, oui?"
"Yes, I'm sorry…." Canada repeated, tears welling in his purplish eyes.
England made a 'hmpf' sound, "I really ought to do something about that."
"Angleterre, it is Christmas. Is it not the time for forgiveness?"
"That's Easter you twat!" England yelled, "But I do suppose you're right. Matthew, do it again and there shall be consequences, understand?"
"Yes, Daddie." The Canadian nodded his head with vigor, it filled him determination.
"Good, now let's eat and get this nasty business out of our heads."
After the family had enjoyed a lovely meal, that was thankfully cooked by Francis, England glanced over at his watch. He, unbeknownst to the children, gave France a knowing smile.
"Alright, children, it is time to go. We have an errand to run." The posh country stood from his seat and collected the used plates.
"There are no errands on Christmas!" America objected.
"On the contrary, Daddie ran out of canned bread and I'm afraid Christmas can't continue unless we go to the market and buy some more."
"Ugh! But why do we have to go?" America whined, rolling his head back and pouting, "It's not fair."
"Life's not fair, love, now chop chop. Get your coats so we can get this errand over with." Canada and America nodded in agreement, grabbing their coats like England had asked them.
The parents kept smiling at each other as the car went down the road. There was a light snow on the ground, and not very many cars. Outside it was peaceful and still, the wind wasn't blowing and the sun was shining. After a little while, the children looked out their windows. The countryside was going by now, pastures covered in light snow and footsteps from the cattle. The looked at each other, suddenly wondering what kind of errand they were on.
"Daddie…..we already passed the grocery store…." Canada pointed out, worried that his father might have gotten confused as to where they were going.
"Yes dearie, I'm well aware of that." England chimed pleasantly as he looked at his confused children with a content expression on his face. "We don't need to go to the market today."
"We don't?" Alfred asked, Francis, who was driving the family to their destination, shook his head. "Then are we going to the liquor store?"
"Alfred!" Arthur gasped, flabbergasted by the child's knowledge of that word. "How dare you say those words!"
"What? Pappa goes there all the time when he runs his 'errands'." The angered Brit turned his head towards his poor excuse of a husband, his eyes began to narrow as he witnessed the Frenchman shrug his shoulders. France muttered a carefree response under his breath, making the Englishman even more cross.
"Lousy drunken frog." With his arms folded stubbornly across his chest, and turning his head towards the window, Arthur remained silent until the car came to it's final start (just like a child who doesn't get his way).
"This isn't an errand!" America and Canada accused as they jumped out of the car, taking in the large zoo sign over the entrance.
"Oh, it's not?" Arthur looked around their surroundings with a slightly confused expression. "Oh dear me, that is odd. Oh well, perhaps we can turn this into an errand, if that is what you wish." The adult could hear one of his children shush the other, he wasn't sure who was shushing who. But still, the small act caused the corners of his lips to curl upwards.
"No! I wanna have fun!" America said, suddenly smiling because he didn't have to participate in boring adult stuff.
"If you say so." England and France both held their children both by their hands and slowly made their way towards the iron gates. Snow had begun to descend toward the ground as the four entered the nearly deserted area.
As they reached the turnstyle, the person behind a counter looked up at them lazily. They looked a little put out that they had to put down their gossip magazine they'd been reading.
"Can I help you?" They asked slowly, uninterested in the family's presence.
"4 tickets for the zoo please. Two adults, and two children. Although," Britain said, glancing at his husband, "Might want to consider making that three children and one adult with this one."
"One moment." They said in a bored tone, rolling their eyes once England said his joke.
"Excusez-moi!?" France asked, placing a hand against his chest. "Mon cher, for a moment, you made my heart feel like it was splitting apart!"
"Yeah, yeah, put a sock in it already you overdramatic toad." Arthur, who had already taken out his wallet to pay for the tickets, was already quite fed up with France's melodrama. The long haired country appeared to be more offended and wounded than before, this time he sank to his knees; burying them deep inside the chilling snow.
"Papa's acting all funny again." Canada whispered into his brother's ears with giggles bouncing into the air.
"And we didn't have to go to a liquor store either!" America also decided to whisper, so his father would have a difficult time listening to what they were saying.
"Here you go sir," The employee said, handing some tickets and pamphlets over the counter, then sarcastically added, "Hope you have a terrific visit, and make sure to visit our special Santa's Helpers exhibit."
"Right, thanks. Come on now boys… And you too, frog." France was still on his knees when England and the kids started to move forward. His knees were covered in cold water, but as the nation looked down and saw the laughter on his children's faces; he decided that his actions were worth it. The family of four continued to walk across the brick sidewalks until they came up to their post with multiple exhibit signs pointing in every direction.
"Right oh then, say lads, where shall we venture off to first?" Arthur inquired.
"Daddie! Reindeer! There's reindeer!" Canada squeaked, pointing to a paddock with red ribbons and bells. Where indeed there was a small grouping of reindeer. America and him took off at a sprint, toward the creatures.
"Boys! Boys watch yourselves!" England called out to them, "There might be ice on the-"
"SANTA!" The adults heard America cry out happily, ignoring the call of his parents. Quickly after Britain was interrupted, America slipped and fell on his backside. He didn't say anything, only got up and continued his running, because when Santa was around, nothing would stop America from visiting.
"Sacrebleu!" France muttered to himself once he and his husband caught up to their children. They had witnessed one of their children fall on the iced pavements, and they began to ask if the child was alright. Of course, this question fell towards deaf ears once America's blue eyes saw the jolly man's red suit.
"Ho, ho ho!" The santa said, "Hello kids, how are you?"
"I'm Alfred!"
"I'm Matthew!" Canada said this much quieter than his brother.
The two had no regard to the norm of small talk pleasantries, and as such they had ignored what the Santa had asked them. America jumped on to the lap of Santa, while his brother grabbed the Santa's legs and hugged them tightly.
"Oh, yes, I know kids! How is your Christmas? Did you like your presents?"
"Yes! Mine were the best!" America proclaimed proudly, "How did you know?"
"Well, the elves told me of course! So did your letters."
"You got my letter?" Canada asked, his eyes wide in awe.
"Of course I did!" With a hearty laugh, Santa responded to the children.
"Woah! See? Told ya, Alfred!" Canada said to his brother, remembering when they had previously discussed santa letters. America had been adamant that England and France were the only ones to read them and that Santa didn't care enough to do so. Well, Santa sure showed him!
"Psh, whatever." The older brother murmured.
"Mr. Santa? Can we pet the reindeer?"
Santa laughed again, holding his belly, "Of course you can! They love seeing all the kids." America jumped off of Santa's lap and bounced in excitement, Canada unclasped his grasp from Santa's leg and did likewise.
The kids, followed by Santa, went next to one of the reindeer that was attached to a white and red post with Christmas lights. Santa held the deer's reigns and told the kids to be gentle with their petting. The fur was soft for the kids, which amazed them. They never thought that traveling in the air at magically speeds would allow for such soft fur. Santa even held up America and Canada to pet the antlers, those were fuzzy too.
England and France asked if they could take pictures of the kids with the jolly fellow, and of course he said yes (after they handed him some money). The best picture they took was of the two kids atop Santa's shoulders and the reindeer next to him. Their smiles were bright and vibrant. It was the sort of photo one would look at for years to come, especially at the graduation parties because embarrassing kids turned adults is a fun pastime.
"Someday, I will be taller than you, Santa!" America declared as the jolly man set them down onto the ground.
"And I wanna be Santa!" Canada told the Santa.
"Oh, ho ho ho ho! Perhaps someday I'll train ya myself to be me!" Santa said, patting the top of Canada's head, "Until then, you just keep dreaming, ok Matthew? And remember to always be good!"
"Ok! I can do that!" Canada said excitedly.
"Well, Santa has to get to the other kids now, but I'll see ya around ok?" Santa said, motioning for them to exit the back of the exhibit and going back to his chair to greet the next child.
"Well, did you kids have fun with our errand?" England asked as they walked away.
"Yeah! It was a blast!" Alfred said excitedly, he held both of his parents' hands as they walked towards their car.
"And you Canada?" England asked the young colony, "What did you think?"
"I thought it was great, eh?" Canada replied with a sleepy smile.
"I had a wonderful time as well, especially standing behind your gorgeous specimen of a father." France wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which was lost on the kids, for the most part.
"Come off it you oaf!" Arthur glared at the Frenchman, bringing his fist into the air.
"I'd rather come on if you catch my drift." England's face began to grow a dark shade of red.
"Come on to what?" America and Canada asked.
"N-nothing!" The Brit stammered, "That's enough of this discussion… Forever."
"Or at least until later tonight," France whispered to his husband, "Alright! Who wants to go home and read a bedtime story?" This last part France aimed towards the kids, as they buckled them into their seats in the car.
The travel home was relatively silent, as the kids were falling asleep and the Brit was fuming about his husband, and how he'd embarrassed him in front of said kids. France drove the majority of the way humming to his favorite Christmas tunes, and stealing glances at England. Regardless of what England said, he began to blush at the suggestive looks. When they arrived, the kids awoke to climb out of the car and head inside.
From there it was mostly a task of getting them ready for bed. America refused to brush his teeth, claiming that heroes didn't do such a thing, their teeth were naturally perfect. Canada obliged to this, but became upset over his missing red maple leaf footie pajamas, to which England and France hurriedly searched the house for them. When they ended up finding them in the child's laundry basket, after searching the rest of the house, they were both relieved and astonished.
It took a while for the kids to settle down again, but once they did, England go out one of the books from their bookshelf and read to them a pirate story. Unbeknownst to the children, it was a kid-friendly version of one of his adventures as a pirate. It was a tale of treasure and another pirate going after the same one. Canada dropped off after the first sword fight, falling away into the land of dreams. It took America slightly longer, as he fought away his sleep in order to hear more of the tale. Unfortunately, he too did not make it to the end. As England was coming across a rather intriguing part of capture, America nodded off, his head falling against his father's arm. With a sigh, England closed the book and maneuvered himself away from his sleeping sons. He and France tucked them into their blankets, and left their room as quietly as possible.
It was not late enough for the adults to go to bed yet, so they stayed up and watched a couple of movies, debating on who's was better, France insisted he had the best romance, while England insisted he had the best mysteries. And so another Christmas ended in the household, and everyone was happy and at peace.