Author's Note-When I planned the Christmas special I tried my very best to make sure that I would be able to post every day. I wrote I did the research beforehand, I wrote the chapters beforehand, and I uploaded the chapters beforehand. Unfortunately, Mother Nature and the electrical system decided to conspire against me. It turns out it is kind of difficult to post a new chapter when you don't have access to the internet. Oh well, thank you to Kenai for your review and thank you to everyone else for reading.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia, Rise of the Guardians, but I do have a series of photos of me sitting on George Washington's knee instead of Santa's knee on Christmas Day. (When I was little my family went to the reenactment of Washington crossing the Delaware as a holiday tradition.)

The Boy Who Left Foot Prints In The Snow

For most of Jack Frost's life he had kind of thought of himself as a British Citizen, but that perception was beginning to change. A few years ago the people who lived in the town near the lake that he was born started to grumble with discontent. The discontent boiled over in Boston a city not too far away, and the British's cracked down on the city's citizens. This had only made the neighboring communities more upset. It did not take long for blood to be spilled and war declared.

The war between the American colonies and the British Empire proved to be a bloody one. The British soldiers were well trained and well fed. They fought with some of the most powerful mercenaries that Europe had to offer. The American colonists had put up a good fight, but it was clear that they were losing momentum.

As the winter of 1777 howled across the continent, the American forces were drawing close to their breaking point. The continental forces had held up near the small community of Valley Forge Pennsylvania. There they began to build small huts to shelter them from winter's furry, but starvation and disease made the men easy pickings for Yuki-onna's deadly embrace. All Jack had followed in her wake curious about want the America forces would do next.

"Hello." Jack was distracted from his dark musing to find a boy about his age starring up at the tree that he was sitting in. At first, Jack couldn't believe what he was seeing, but the boy pointed up at him and repeated the greeting. "Hello, are you hungry?"

"I guess…" Jack admitted, and he found a small warm loaf tossed in his hands.

"It is a cold day, isn't it. I hate the cold." The honey haired boy said with a deep shiver. "Winter I don't mind. The snow is kind of pretty, and I love the feasts and balls usually happen around Christmas time. Not that I will be attending any Christmas parties this year." The boy shrugged and nodded towards the rickety, low slung barracks. "So, what is your name?"

"Jack Frost." The Winter Spirit muttered between mouthfuls of heavy bread.

"Jack Frost that is so cool." Alfred's smile was as bright as a summer's noon day sun. "Where are you from?"

"I don't know for sure." Jack shrugged. "I kind of just woke up in a lake near Burgess."

"Really." The other boy grinned even bigger and clapped his hand with delight. "That is just what the man who raised me told me when I was growing up. You must be the actual Jack Frost then. I thought that you were just a story, it is so cool that I actually get to meet you."

Jack was about to open speak when they were interrupted by a tall man entering the clearing.

"Alfred, who are you talking to?"

"Jack Frost," America said brightly motioning towards the tree, "I finally got to meet him. Turns out it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. He looks to be about my same age, plus it turns out that he is also an American. Jack Frost is kind of like our very own General Winter. Isn't that great?"

"Yes, it is." He nodded quietly then sighed as he looked down at the bloody footprints brings that Alfred was leaving in the snow. "What have you done with your shoes?"

"Some else needed them far more than I did."

"If you are going to fight for your independence you are going to have to take better care of yourself."

"It is nothing. They will heal up a good as new when spring finally comes. That isn't the case for most of the other soldiers." Alfred looked down at feet blacked with frost bite and painted red with frozen blood with a shrug. The General hung his head in sorrow at the boy's condition, which caused a sad smile to cross the young soldier's lips. "Don't worry about me, General Washington. I am a lot tougher then I look."

"Alfred, you are the strongest person I know, but that isn't going to stop me from worrying about you. But I better not distract you from your duties. Baron von Steuben is looking for you. I think that he has some drills that he wants to practice this afternoon."

Washington stood in the forest clearing for a long time trying to blink tears from his eyes. Jack slowly climbed down from the tree that he had been clinging too and stood next to the General to get a better look at the man. He was so close to the human that the Winter Spirit couldn't help but startle when the man opened his mouth and spoke.

"Jack Frost." The tall General scanned the trees with tired looking eyes but failed to see the spirit. "I do not know who you are, or if you real, but if Alfred knows you there, I have to trust that you exist." He swallowed searching for the words to say. "If you are there, we need your help. The life of this young country is hanging by a thread, and if we are going to survive this winter, we are going to need all of the allies we can get. I do not know if you consider yourself to be an American citizen or if Alfred is putting words in your mouth, but if there any way that you can aid us I beg that you will."

"I will do my best." The Winter Spirit whispered as the icy north wind swirled around the two.

The peace that spread man's features made Jack believe that the General heard him. It wasn't until days later at the Battle of Trenton that Jack realized just how important the Washington was to the fledgling country. General George Washington was the man who was keeping the colonies fight for independence alive.

End Note-Cool piece of history. Jack Frost, the trickster, is actually a fairly modern concept. In fact, many of the oldest pictures of the winter spirit that I was able to find in the records are related to the American Revolutionary War where he was described as General Jack Frost. In these images, Jack Frost helped the American forces through playing tricks on the British forces.

Next Chapter-The Youth Who Feared Cats-Iceland had long fascinated Jack Frost. It was an island that was trapped between ice and flame, but as he walked the volcanic rocks on one memorable winter solstice, Jack discovers that some aspect of the area's local magic should be feared.