Names you may not know:

Mei Mei: Taiwan
Long: Hong Kong
Erik: Iceland
Raivis: Latvia

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"A-AH!" Gilbert screamed as he lunged forward for the wall's ledge. "DAMNIT ELIZABETA! STAY STILL! KEEP WOBBLING AND I'LL FALL OVER AND DIE AN UNAWESOME DEATH!" The Prussian looked down fearfully. "Is this even a good idea?"

His best friend looked up and winced, "Well, maybe if you're not so HEAVY then I wouldn't wobble! There's an invention called the treadmill, your brother has one, try using it for a change." Elizabeta huffed and tightened her hold on Gilbert's ankle. "Geez, I'm going to have some serious shoulder pain after this… You're almost as heavy as Alfred. Besides, suck it up, you're the one standing on my shoulder and if you fall over then I would fall off the ladder too and that's just additional pain to what I already have right now! SO SHUT IT AND KEEP PUTTING THOSE STREAMERS ON!"

"Okay, okay, geez," Gilbert pouted. His left hand reached down to grab the red and green streams Elizabeta held up to him and taped a section onto the wall. "Why are these walls so damn high, anyways? This is not awesome. They should have gotten Alfred and Arthur to do this job."

"Well, they're decorating the Christmas tree right now, so suck it up and be a man!" she tried to encourage. "After we're done your brother is going to bring us some food for lunch." Elizabeta smiled to herself as she noticed how brightly lit up Gilbert's face became when she mentioned food. "I think little Feli is making lunch to. You know how good his pasta is~" That hit the spot because in a few seconds Elizabeta was almost thrown unbalanced when Gilbert started to lunge towards the left in a rush to finish the job. "H-HEY! SLOW DOWN!"

"Come on! We only have fifteen more feet to go!"

"BUT WE HAVE PLENTY OF TIME- GYAH!" Elizabeta stumbled backwards a bit. "GILBERT! I'M GOING TO FALL!"

"WHAT? HOLY FU-" Too bad Gilbert was cut off because Elizabeta's footing slipped and both of them tumbled to the floor. Luckily Ludwig happened to be there and caught his older brother. As for Elizabeta…well, she landed on poor Jan who was passing by innocently.

"AH! SORRY JAN!" Elizabeta fretted as she helped the Dutch up. "Are you alright?"

Jan shrugged indifferently, "You were the one who fell from an eight feet ladder with an idiot on your shoulders. I should be asking you."

"But you were the one used as a pillow for a teenage girl of one hundred and…something pounds." Elizabeta frowned, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Why isn't anyone asking about the amazing me?...You care, right West?" Gilbert smiled and looked up at his taller, younger brother. "You love me right?"

Ludwig coughed and blushed, turning the other way, "We're family," he mumbled, not exactly admitting the love. "Feliciano and Kiku are waiting outside with lunch. I'm here to lead you guys to Feliciano's newly picked picnic area. Would you like to join us, Jan? I'm sure it would make Kiku happy."

To the naked human eye it was invisible, but to a yaoi fangirl's eyes, Elizabeta can see the tint of pink dusted on Jan's cheeks.

The Dutch coughed, "No, its fine. I should get going."

"Don't forget to get ready at seven for the Christmas concert! Wear only red, black, or white!" Elizabeta reminded her fellow band mate. "Warm up is at seven thirty."

"Got it."

As the Dutch left, Elizabeta sighed and placed her hands on her hips and turned to Gilbert who was face down on the floor after Ludwig dropped him. "We'll finish decorating the theater after lunch. But be serious this time, okay? You're lucky your brother was there to catch you. Thank you, by the way." Elizabeta offered a warm smile to Ludwig. "He must be a handful."

"I'm use to it," Ludwig stated. "Would you like me to help?"

"NE! NE! NE! LUDWIG! THE PASTA IS GETTING COLD!" an adorable voice rang out through the theater as a cheerful little Italian boy ran in, mouth stretching widely. "And Kiku is waiting! I made Alfredo today with Italian soda! OH! Hi Big sister Lizzie! Hi Gilbert! You're joining us too, right?" Feliciano peered up at them innocently. "We have to hurry or else the pasta will get cold. FOLLOW MEEE!" The two Germans and the Hun chased after Feliciano as he ran around in the courtyard, finally to a secluded area where an Asian teen was sitting. "NE KIKU! I FOUND THEM!"

"Ah, Eliza-chan, Gilbert-san. Konnichiwa," Kiku said as he stood up to bow at them. "It's a pleasure to have you both here today for lunch." Well, it was a pleasure with Eliza-chan, Gilbert? Not so much…

Elizabeta smiled and waved as Gilbert laughed and shouted at Kiku for being too formal. After a few slaps from Elizabeta, both of them were on the bench with Feliciano serving them food. Needless to say that their lunch was terribly good and it ended with an unexpected guest…okay, not so much unexpected.

Feliciano and clinging to Ludwig's arm rambling on about pasta until the German was nearly pelted in the face by a tomato.

"CHIGIIIIII! GET AWAY FROM MY STUPID BROTHER YOU MACHO BASTARDOOOOO!" said Feliciano's look alike. "YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT, EY STRONZO?"

"Ah~ Lovi, calm down. Take deep breath and let it out slowly. Doesn't it feel great?"

Lovino Vargas turned his head sharply and grabbed Antonio by his neck and started to wring it. "AS IF YOU FUCKER. IT JUST MAKES ME ANGRIER. CHIGIIIII! OI! OI! OI! I SAID HANDS OFF OF MY BROTHER YOU STUPID POTATO HEAD!"

Ludwig frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose as Feliciano continued to cling onto his left arm tightly. Feliciano practically ignored everything and started to hum a Christmas tune instead. "Ne~ It's ok fratello. Ludwig is really nice to me. He bought me orange juice today. Yahoo!"

"EH? TRYING TO BRIBE HIM NOW, EH? BASTARDO, YOU BETTER- ACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Antonio nuzzled his nose against Lovino's neck. "You're so cute, my little tomato~ Yes you are, yes you are!"

"Little tomato? GRRRR! LET GO OF ME!"

Elizabeta leaned over to Kiku, "Did you get any pictures? Let's compare them." Kiku held out his cellphone and Elizabeta switched hers with his and scanned through the pictures. "Ooh, these are nice. Can you send them to me later?" Kiku nodded. "I'll send you some pictures from the trip too."

"Ah, arigato Eliza-chan. That would be very nice."

Gilbert was actually ignoring everything and focused on shoving more of Feli's awesome pasta down his throat. A few people walked past by, such as Matthias and Lukas, or Sadiq and Toris. All stopped to stare at the bickering group, be continued on with their daily lives. Some saw and joined into the fray. Such as…

"THE HERO COMMANDS YOU TO STOP THIS BICKERING AT ONCE! HA! HA! HA!" Alfred F. Jones announced as he jumped onto the table. "WE MUST WORK TOGETHER. TEAM WORK IS THE KEY."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? ALFRED. GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT, YOU GIT!" Arthur shouted at the American as the younger boy danced on the table top. "NOW OR I WON'T PACK YOU A LUNCH TOMORROW." Apparently the threat failed because the American danced even more on the table. "DAMNIT ALFRED! GET DO- AH!"

"HA! YOUR BREAST IS MINE! DA-ZE!"

"YONG SOO!"

"HEY! WHEN DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN AND WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL THE AWESOME ME ABOUT THIS PARTY?"

"Kolkolkolkolkolkol, why was't I invited, da?"

"Brother~"

"EH! NATALIA! I WAS JUST GOING TO…CHEMISTRY, DA! I'LL SEE YOU AROUND!"

BOING BOING BOING. "Ah, have anyone seen Matthew?"

"Ah, I'm right here."

"EH? MATTIE, WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?"

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Jeanne set down her tea cup and raised her head. "Um, Francis do your hear-"

"No I don't," Francis said as he ignored the din on the other side of the wall, "It must be your imagination, ma chere. Just ignore it."

Jeanne looked skeptical, but shrugged. "I guess…It sounds awfully real. Especially Arthur's screams."

"Ah, Jeanne, ma chere, do you really want to know?" Francis asked and he raised an eyebrow. Jeanne shook her head. "Well, let's keep drinking our tea. We wouldn't want them to get cold. Are you free this Friday?"

XxXx

Mei Mei took a seat beside Long as the warm up from up stage quiet down. The whole band, not only the school's jazz band, was on stage warming up for their spirited performance. Gilbert removed the ice pack from the black eye e received from Toni's little boy toy and poor Erik was squished between Lugwig and Lovino in the trumpet section. Natalia was tuning her violin while sending love glares to her older brother. Toris was looking dreamily at Natalia and almost emptied his spit valve onto Linh's flute, who jerked away in time, but crashed into Raivis who jabbed his clarinet into Peter's side.

Overall, it was pretty chaotic as the audience members seem doubtful about the performance. It wasn't until Vash used his pistol to shoot at the ceiling, did the band quiet down and sat up straight.

Vash cleared his throat. "One, two, one, two, three-"

The drum line started off with a strong beat and soon the rest of the band came in as they all played Carols of the Bells. The whole band went through a few holiday songs such as Do You Hear What I Hear, Let It Snow, and Joy to the World before finishing off with a medley, arranged by Roderich.

As Elizabeta put down her sax, the crowd burst into applauds and the band stood up and bowed, then continued to make a mess as they tried to get off stage.

"Remember to stay after for the gift exchange!" Lili reminded everyone. "The party is held in the band room. Family is welcomed."

Elizabeta let out a large breath as she finished putting her instrument away. There was a tap on her shoulders. She turned around only to face plant into a bright wrapped box. Gilbert was blushing as he held it out. "For me?"

"No! Of course not! It's for the wall because it needs some love," Gilbert grunted sarcastically before bashfully looking down at his feet. "Happy Holiday, Liz."

"Wait," Elizabeta said as she dug into her bag and produced a medium size bag. "This is for you."

They exchanged gifts and Gilbert tore into his and let out a surprised gasp. "OH SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!" He took out a yellow plush bird from the bag. "IT LOOKS LIKE GILBIRD!"

Elizabeta chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you would like it."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Gilbert motioned to the bag. "Aren't you going to open it?"

Elizabeta looked down and slowly unwrapped it. Gilbert rolled his eyes and tore the wrapping off. "HEY!"

"Being slow is not awesome."

Elizabeta huffed and opened the box, then she shut it and shoved it back into Gilbert's arms. "HOW MUCH DID THAT COST YOU? I CAN'T ACCEPT THAT!" Gilbert frowned and shoved back and they soon had a game of hot potato with the box. "GILBERT!"

"Well I already bought it so you might as well wear it. Here," Gilbert removed the silver chain out of the box and a little saxophone charm slide down to the center. "I'll put it on for you." He lifted the Hungarian's hair and clasped the chain on. "There! Am I awesome or what?"

Elizabeta blushed and touched the charm gently. "Thanks Gil. It musta cost a lot."

"It's no big deal. I got a discount on it since Francis dad owned that store too. Anyways, my ride's here. I'll see ya around, ok?" A hand pulled the Prussian back and he felt a soft peck at the corner of his lips.

"Bye Gilbert. Happy Holidays!"

Gilbert sputtered for a few seconds before blushing brightly and running off. Elizabeta laughed from the band room.

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