Denmark spent another early morning glaring at the snow outside when a call came to his rescue.

"Denmark, seeing as quite a few roads on route to the office are blocked currently, I will be excusing you from work today." There was an obvious tone of defeat in the man's voice as he gave the slacking nation ianother/i day off, but Denmark grinned anyway.

"Oh dear, how sad, what a shame," he recited. His boss gave one last sigh before hanging up. Denmark was grinning for a while but then stopped. "I'm in the same situation as yesterday… dammit." He walked downstairs to the kitchen and this time straight to the box. Pulling it out, he groaned; it felt like another note.

i'Your gift shall arrive at around 10. So be patient./i

He sighed and put the note on his fridge. It seemed like he wouldn't even get a mild distraction for a few hours. Maybe he should've stayed in bed.

Hours later he was still lounging on the couch, staring at the clock. It was around 10 am now, so where was it? He was hoping that Norge might be delivering it, but knowing him that wouldn't be the case. In fact, knowing him he may have even meant 10pm! Denmark cursed under his breath; he wasn't very patient at the best of times.

So when the doorbell rang, he immediately jumped up and ran to it. He swung it open, but looking out all he saw was snow. Literally, as soon as he opened the door he got a face full of snow.

"Somehow I don't mind this job anymore." Denmark stepped back and wiped the snow and water from his face. Looking properly, he saw Iceland standing on his front steps, a further two snow balls cradled in his arms. The Dane managed to raise his arms and block as he threw the second one.

"Ice? What're you-?" He didn't get a chance to block before the next.

"A gift from Norway." He stated simply. "I was told to come here on the 20th, 10am, and throw snowballs at your face. I don't mind as much now as I did when I was travelling here." Denmark could actually hear the smile in his voice and matched it.

"Oh yeah, well I don't suppose he needed to tell you that you wouldn't get away with it so easily." He stepped outside, gathering snow in his hands. Iceland rolled his eyes and unzipped his coat to take out Mr Puffin and set him on the doorstep before making another snowball.

"I didn't have anything better to do anyway. And I'm still not pleased with you about those pictures." He was quick on his feet as he ducked away from Denmark's first throw and attacked back. The blonde laughed obnoxiously at his angry eyes.

"Bring it on, lille bror."

The fighting continued until both nations were partially soaked and no longer bothered. Iceland invited himself in, mentioning it was only polite for Denmark to offer, and the two sat at the table with warm drinks and Mr Puffin.

"Why did you bring your bird?" Denmark asked, currently staring at the puffin's beady eyes.

"I bring Mr Puffin most places," he huffed in reply. Absently scratching the animal's head, he noted "Norway's gotten softer on you."

"Who, me?" Denmark asked. "He sent you to throw snowballs at me for my daily gift and refuses to talk to me all December." Iceland rolled his eyes.

"He mentioned that he idid/i come and visit you earlier, and honestly the only real reason for sending ime/i over is so I'd have to go out and you'd have company." Denmark took another large gulp of hot chocolate as Iceland added "Also he set up a gift each day for you and you're obviously getting at least one Christmas present as well." The blonde man set down his empty mug and thought for a moment.

"I'd still rather have him here." Iceland rolled his eyes, feeding biscuit to his puffin.

"Go pout in a corner if you have to."