So this story takes place during World War II , I was trying to see if there was anything like that well-known Christmas truce from World War I , and I did kind of find something, and I was inspired to make this story and using a nice small cast of Loud House Characters, taking place at that historical moment. I also, didn't outright say it but, you already know the sides in that War. Yeah.

Also, if you have a suggestion, I'll gladly hear it out!

Now here's story 3, Welcome to December! (Unless you are reading this in the future) Thank you for reading!

Story 3: Peace at Christmas

Prompt/ Premise: Taking place during World War 2 in Belgium, on a cold Christmas Eve a soldier meets Lincoln and his wife, and there's more to the solider than meets the eyes.

It was a cold Christmas Eve night, a solider was trudging through the snow looking for shelter in the dark. There was a small cabin in the woods, and the solider thought for a moment; it would be a risk to just walk inside but freezing to death would be the other option. he walked up to window, it was softly lit and there was a couple a guy with white hair and a girl with light orange hair. The soldier got nervous after he was seen. It was too late. The door opened.

"Hey, you," the man said.

He spoke French, the soldier understood some French, this was the Belgium and German border, yet there would be some French speakers, especially thanks to the war. The soldier shivered and looked at the man, he put his hands up to show he offered no harm.

"I don't speak French," he said in French.

It did kind of amused him that he knew how to say that French.

"You are a German solider?" the man asked in German.

"Yes, I am, but I offer no harm, I'm just cold," he said.

The white-haired man sighed and begrudgingly let him in, the wife was holding her gun. The soldier kept his arms up.

"What's your business here?" the woman asked.

"I'm Lynn Loud, Jr. a German shoulder, not here for anything to do with the war, I'm just cold," he said.

"Give me your weapons," she said.

He put his hand down and grabbed his weapon, the woman had her gun still pointed at him, and carefully put it on the floor.

"Back up three steps," she commanded.

"Paige, if he was going to kill us, he would have done so by shooting us through the window," the man said.

"It's be safe or be sorry and dead," Paige said.

"Sit down, warm yourself by the fire, what's your poison?" the man asked.

"Brandy, if you have any," Lynn said.

"Guess, I must introduce myself, I'm Paige Loudon, and this is my husband, Lincoln," she said.

"Nice to meet you folks," Lynn said.

The cabin was small, it had a central fireplace, there was a wood stove for a kitchen area, there was a small table with two chairs. In living space, there was one couch, a radio, and some books. There was a small unlit Christmas tree off to the side. The place with lit with small oil lamps, and there were two rooms that looked to be for sleeping in. Lynn took off his coat and got warm by the fire.

"You folks live here?" he asked.

"We had a nice home to live in, before you bombed our city," Paige said in a bitter cold way.

Lincoln walked over and gave the soldier a cup. This was the first time he could get a look at him and noticed something about his face, it was slightly different to what he expected a soldier's face to look like.

"You look younger than the average solider," Lincoln said, as he sat down on the couch next to him. Paige was sitting on a chair with her gun in her right hand. Lynn drink his brandy.

"I'm seventeen," he said.

"Hmm, you look longer than somehow," Lincoln said, "There's something different about you."

"I should shoot him right now, and get this over with," Paige said.

"Paige, you have his gun, he's a child, and it's Christmas Eve," Lincoln pleaded.

"I told you, I'm seventeen, not a child," Lynn said.

"Not a very manly solider, is he?" Paige mocked.

Lynn was thinking then it might have been better to go out and freeze and die. He looked at the Christmas tree, it was decorated with light trinkets, mostly stuff the Loudons could find. It made him feel a little depressed.

"I guess I understand, your pain, Mrs. Loudon, I miss my family," he said.

"It is hard to be away from those you love at Christmas," Lincoln replied.

"Especially, if you are out killing those other people love," Paige replied.

"Hey! It's not like I chose to be in the war!" Lynn shouted.

He put the glass with brandy down and grabbed his coat. Then he walked past Paige, who was aiming her gun at him, to the door.

"I'll have you know; I haven't killed anyone, I've never been on the front lines; I've seen many die on both sides, I don't like it," Lynn said.

"Where are you going?" Lincoln asked.

"I'd rather die now in the cold, then try and live in here," Lynn said.

Paige sighed and looked at the bible she kept by the brandy. She nodded her head and got up from the table. She put her gun down on it and walked over the boy. She stared at him dead in the eyes, he had no weapon on him, and could have done anything to him that moment, she reached out her arms and hugged him.

"I couldn't forgive myself, if you died at the hand of the cold, there must be a reason you ended up in our path," she said.

"I was wandering the forest, I had gotten detached from my squadron a few days ago after a sneak attack," he said.

"Why don't you get washed up, I warm you up some water, I'm sure we can find you some clothes," Paige replied.

"I'm fine, I just need rest," he said.

Lynn sat back down on the couch; Lincoln and his wife sat down on the couch as well. It was quiet the sound of the fire crackling filled the room. While Paige, wasn't as hostile towards Lynn as she was before, she still had her gun with her. It was like a comfort for her to hold it near her.

"What did you mean you didn't choose to be in this war; I don't think they draft under 18's?" Lincoln questioned.

Lynn rubbed the of his head.

"Well, they wanted my father, we share the same name, and I decided to go for him," Lynn explained, "He has a bunch of sisters to take care of, if he were to go and get killed, my mother and sisters would be in a world pain."

"Such a big decision for a young lad to make," Paige said.

"They already had taken my youngest sister, Lisa, she was super smart, so they wanted her for a secret plan for the chancellor," Lynn continued.

"How many sisters do you have?" Lincoln asked.

"Eight," Lynn answered.

"They didn't realize you aren't your father?" Paige asked.

"Hey, they needed bodies, I don't think they cared who the bodies were," Lynn replied.

Lincoln poured a little bit more brandy giving a cup to his wife and guest.

"We should be careful with that, we can't just go out and get more," Paige said.

"It is Christmas," Lincoln said.

Lynn started to cry, being overcome with emotion. Lincoln and Paige consoled him. They figured that Christmas had him overcome with grief that he was spending it without his family. Did he even know how his family was doing?

"Have you been able to contact your family?" Paige asked.

"The last letter I got back was in September," Lynn said.

"I heard the Americans have been bombing Germany hard," Lincoln said.

"I know, I just want this war to be over," Lynn said.

"Me too, I miss my life as simple writer, in our beautiful home," Lincoln said.

"I hope it's still standing," Lynn said.

A large smile came on Lincoln's face. The war was put into simple terms of good versus evil, but it was always more than that. He got up and grabbed the bible from the cabinet, since it was Christmas Eve, he was going to read the Christmas story aloud. The bible was rather old with a red leather cover, it was written in French, so it was slower for him to translate to German for the solider. Through the middle of the story, Lynn had fallen asleep. Paige removed his boots, and placed pillow underneath his head. Lincoln covered him with a blanket. The couple stood in front of their Christmas tree.

"No matter what, Christmas comes, doesn't it?" Paige asked.

"Yeah, the season of peace, huh?" Lincoln question

"So, if you're tired, I'll stay up for a while to watch him," Paige said.

"You still don't trust him?" Lincoln asked.

"There's something he's hiding," Paige replied, "But, it's not that, I have his weapon, and no other soldiers have shown up, I just want to make sure he's safe."

The next morning, Lynn woke up, he noticed Paige was sitting in a chair, with a blanket on her lap, the gun on the table next to her right hand. He got up quietly, noticed his boots were taken off. He walked quietly towards one of the windows. Morning had broken, the sky was a nice hue of pinks and purples. "Christmas has arrived," he whispered.

It was quiet, the fire was the only thing making noise, he could smell something cooking. He wondered if there was a bathroom in the cabin, the woman of the house did offer a wash, there must have been something. He walked to a door, and saw a room with a simple tub, but not much else.

"Are you alright?" Lincoln whispered.

He got frightened for a second.

"I'm, looking for a place to use the bathroom," he said.

"Oh yes, get your boots on, I shall show you," Lincoln said.

Lincoln and Lynn walked out a back door into the woods, there was a small out house in the back. Lincoln stood on side, shivering in the cold, as Lynn went to the bathroom. When Lynn was finished, he got out and followed Lincoln back to the house.

"Why don't you have a weapon?" Lynn asked.

"I do, I just didn't find a need to carry it," Lincoln said.

"You didn't have it when you opened the door either," Lynn said.

"Maybe it was trust, and the Christmas spirit, I figured if you were going to kill us, you have done it through the window, before we could run," Lincoln explained.

"I don't think there were anymore soldiers, I got separated in the windstorm," Lynn replied.

"You are to have to get back, lest they think you are deserter," Lincoln replied.

"I wish they thought I was dead," Lynn said.

"Your family would be sad," Lincoln replied.

"I'd eventually get back to them, when the war was over," Lynn said.

"For you, when the war is over, who do you want to win?" Lincoln asked.

"Huh?" Lynn asked.

"Who do you want to win the war?" Lincoln asked.

That questioned stumped Lynn, he'd been a German solider. There objective was to win for Germany, to bring back what was lost in the past war. Right? He didn't know what that meant, he wasn't around during Germany's last war; he just wanted his family to be together again.

"You what today is?" Lincoln asked.

"Christmas, of course," Lynn replied.

"Mmm hmm, the most peaceful day of the year, that's what I want to win the war, peace," Lincoln said.

He walked inside the house again, Paige was up and stirring some food. Lynn noticed the gun was still on the table. She smiled.

"Happy Christmas," she said.

"Happy Christmas," Lynn and Lincoln said.

"You are going to stay for some food," the woman asked.

"I… really should…go," Lynn replied.

"There's no warring on Christmas, even the scum honors this day," she said.

"I will have to leave, though," Lynn said

"Good, tomorrow, get out of here! I understand why," Paige replied.

"Lynn, I'm surprised you have such long hair, with a ponytail, I thought they would cut all that off," Lincoln said.

"They cut it once, then you can grow it anyway you want," he said

"I think you should take a little wash up, we'll give you something to cover up until you are dried then you can return to uniform, tomorrow, it makes me uncomfortable," Paige replied.

"Uh well, I really couldn't, do that," Lynn sputtered.

"If you are embarrassed about a lady seeing you, then the man can see you," Paige said.

Lynn sighed and sat down in a chair; Paige was quick to grab her gun away from the table.

"There's something, I should tell you," he said, "There's more to my story, I am named Lynn Loud Jr., but I'm not the son of Lynn Loud."

"Oh, your father had committed adultery?" Paige asked.

"No, not that; I'm his daughter," Lynn said.

Lincoln and Paige's eyes bugled, their mouths were wide open. The surprise made her almost drop her gun, almost. She was always on alert with that thing.

"I'm actually a fourteen-year-old girl, and benefit from being a slow developer, and gruff," Lynn said.

"Oh my, a young girl, that's horrible, and they don't know this?" Paige asked.

"Of course not, that's why I was glad I didn't have to fight directly, or if I did, I'd rather die when they found out I'm a girl," Lynn replied.

"So, you fought for your father, that's true?"

"Yes, the only things I lied about were my age and sex," she said.

"Well that's a matter, but you should get washed up anyway, and we can celebrate Christmas together, as I said," Paige replied.

"That's it?" Lynn asked.

"You being a girl, didn't change my feelings about you; It does change my concerns about you; no matter what I think of the Germans, those are placed with their leader and their system, not with a child who just wanted to help her family. It is Christmas Day, and Christmas means we take in the cold and scared and give them of what we can," Paige said.

"Guess the mistress has to help you instead," Lincoln said to levity the room.

Lynn finished washing and was wearing one of Paige's dresses, the uniform was hidden under Lincoln and Paige's bed. She walked into the room and saw Lincoln sitting down reading a book, she couldn't understand the title, it being in French.

"You really put her in a dress?" Lincoln asked.

"She's a girl, isn't she?" Paige asked.

"Hmm, she could have worn trousers, nothing wrong with a girl being able to wear trousers," Lincoln said.

"You sound like my father," Lynn replied.

"That's a matter for another time, let's have a meal and some festivities," Paige replied.

They had Christmas merriment, the food was a soup that Paige made scrounged of stuff she could use when they escaped their house, there was a pie, and some wine. They sung Christmas songs in French and in German. They had forgotten that Lynn was a solider of the opposing side they were rooting for. That evening, Paige and Lincoln exchanged small gifts, then Paige handed something to Lynn.

"Happy Christmas, to you," she said.,

"What is this?" Lynn asked.

"It's a simple cross necklace, one of my grandmother's," Paige replied.

"I can't take this," Lynn said.

"Don't worry, I have others, many others, take that as a protection, and reminder of Christmas kindness," Paige replied.

"You two really didn't have to be this nice to me; I don't deserve it," Lynn said.

"Everyone deserves kindness," Lincoln said, "I'm glad you didn't kill us on sight, and I think you are glad, she didn't shoot you on site."

"When I tell get back to my family; I'm going to tell them about you two," she said.

"Maybe we could meet them one day, when the war is over, and we are back home in La Roche-en-Ardenne," Lincoln said.

"I don't speak French well, but I'll try and remember that."

The next morning, Paige hugged and kissed Lynn on the cheek, then allowed her to put on the uniform. Lincoln said his goodbye as well. Paige didn't want to hand Lynn back her weapon, and allowed Lynn to get herself, while her back was turned. She didn't want to be directly involved in that. Lynn waved goodbye. A few months later, the war ended when allied troops got their victory. Lincoln and Paige were able to go back home and rebuild and later had a son they named him, , Lynn was reunited with her family in the fall of 1945, they left the Soviet occupied part of Germany for a new life in America. They eventually would see each other again.