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Christmas with the Kirklands

Chapter XI

~December 15th, Skiiing~

"I can do this…I can do this…I can do this…" North Ireland repeated to himself over and over again.

"Come on Cian, you can do it." Ireland said encouragingly while placing a comforting hand on his brother's back. North Ireland stared down the snow hill frightened.

"Come on Cian, we didn't come all the way to France, just so you won't go down." England criticized unhappily.

"I didn't pick to come to France!" North Ireland exclaimed.

"Just go, or I'll push you down," Scotland warned. Cian gulped before taking a deep breath. Going against his will, he allowed his skis to go down the snowy hill. North Ireland gave a cry as he went down the ski hill much faster than he thought, pedestrians looking at him strangely.

"Are you sure he's alright?" Talia questioned, watching the Irish nation race down without knowing how to stop.

"Wales is down there, I'm sure he'll help Cian up when he finally crashes into something." Ireland replied with a shrug.

"Alright, who's next?" Scotland questioned.

"Me!" Navey called as she immediately set herself up on the hill.

"Me too," Talia offered as she stood beside the taller female.

"You two ready?" England asked nervously.

"Yep!" Navey cheered.

"Then go," Scotland replied while pushing them both on the back. Talia gave a yelp as she went down unprepared as Navey just yelled profanities.

"Was that really necessary Comrade?" Russia questioned as he walked up to the three nations holding a cup of bought coffee.

"Aye, they were taking too long." Scotland replied.

"Where's Ukraine? You didn't ditch her with Belarus did you?" England asked.

"It is not my fault. I cannot talk with you all if she is around. Besides, Katyusha took Comrade Matvey with her as well." Russia answered with an innocent smile.

"Poor Lad," Ireland muttered.

"And where's that loud mouth America?" England questioned with crossed arms.

"He went with Japan somewhere," Russia replied with a shrug.

"And Romania?" Scotland asked uncaring.

"Right there," Ivan pointed at the far end of the snow hill where Romania stood on a snow board.

"Living a dream baby!" Romania's voice yelled enthusiastically before jump starting down the hill. The group watched him zoom down the hill like a professional, dodging around people in his way, or who were too slow, and when he got near the bottom, he slid to a stop.

"…Did he just-" Ireland questioned before being cut off by Scotland.

"Aye, he did."

~oOo~

"Did you have to push us down?" Talia asked bitterly as the small group of nations sat at a free table in the skiing lounge.

"Yes, I did," Scotland replied. Talia's eyes narrowed.

"You're lying,"

"And why do you think that?" The Scotsman questioned while giving a teasing look, infuriating the girl.

"That was amazing Vlad! How did you do it?" Navey asked, looking at the Romanian awed.

"Talent," Romania answered with a grin.

"Does no one care how I feel?" North Ireland practically whined.

"Shut up and stop moving," Ireland tsked as he tried putting a band aid on his brother's head.

"It's your fault you're hurt, you're the one who insisted on learning it on your own." Wales reminded.

"Whatever," North Ireland mumbled miserably.

"I thought it was inspiring Comrade," Russia commented.

"You weren't even there for it." England retorted.

"Da, that's why it's inspiring," Ivan explained.

"Brother!" A voice cried out happily and Russia gave a giant shiver as two arms wrapped around his torso. Talia gave a cry and had to cover her mouth to stop herself, and Romania nearly fell off his chair in surprise, though everyone was unsure of why.

"Did you miss me big brother? We were separated for so long," Belarus' voice whispered seductively into Russia's ear.

"A-Ah, Belarus, I did not hear you come." Russia replied nervously, and quite scared.

"I know, I wanted to surprise you." She replied.

"I'm sure he was quite surprised," England whispered under his breath, and Navey nodded in agreement.

"What was that?" Belarus warned darkly, glaring at the Brit.

"N-Nothing!" Arthur quickly said.

"Belarus, what did you do to your sister and Canada?" Scotland's voice questioned unafraid. Belarus shrugged.

"They went off on their own, so I came here looking for you big brother, aren't you happy?" She questioned love-struck.

"Y-You shouldn't have left Ukraine, she might miss you." Russia tried reasoning.

"Not as much as I missed you," Belarus replied.

"Why don't you sit down, Natalia," Scotland offered while motioning to an empty chair beside Wales. Wales gave him a panicked look, but stayed silent. Belarus sent the Scotsman a dark glare as he said her human name as if they were friends.

"Do not call me by my name, only Vanya and Ukraine can." She hissed.

"Whatever, sit your arse down lassie and pipe it down while you're at it." He replied nonchalant.

"I'm hiding," Talia said while moving her chair closer to Romania and hiding behind him. Natalia opened her mouth to retort when Russia quickly cut in.

"Why don't you sit down sister?" Belarus looked from Scotland to Russia before sitting.

"Anything for you brother," She replied. Russia gave a deep sigh of relief.

"…Alright then…why don't we decide what we're doing next." Ireland suggested.

"I really like what we were doing before," Navey answered.

"I didn't," North Ireland mumbled.

"I agree with Navey," Talia said with a nod.

"Alright, why don't we ski for the rest of the day before we go home," England suggested and everyone nodded in agreement.

"But what about tomorrow?" Romania questioned. There was a moment of silence.

"Why don't we…go skating?" Wales requested. Everyone gave a face of considerate thought.

"Skating…that sounds cool," Romania commented with a smile.

"Sounds easy," North Ireland replied.

"I'm in," Ireland answered.

"Alright then, it's settled. Tomorrow, we'll go skating." England announced.