Title: A Right Mess

Warnings: Subtle hints of Spamano

Summary: America hosts a Christmas Party which proceeds to go terribly wrong.

"This is gonna be great, this is gonna be great, this is gonna be so freaking great!" Alfred remarked to himself as he removed a homemade apple pie from the oven. "This is gonna be the best Christmas ever Matt, and I'm telling you, this year I'll get Arthur under the mistletoe."

The Canadian smiled softly, as he helped his brother set up the snack table in the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen.

"That's great, America but-"

"Gosh, it's gonna be so epic. England'll just standing there really cute, and I'm gonna grab him and just lay one on his lips. He won't even know what hit him, and we'll keep kissing passionately- well actually we'll keep it PG since you're here, but I bet Francis will make some sleazy comment and-"

"Alfred."

"Gosh why did you even invite France anyway? You know I wanted it to just be my brother and beau this year for Christmas, didn't you?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry, but Alfred-"

"I hope he doesn't mess anything up. Let me see if I still have that bottle of Merlot, that should keep him occupied-"

"Alfred!"

The cheery blonde finally turned to his brother as he set his pie down on the table. Matthew sighed quietly now that he had his brother's attention.

"Alfred, about the whole 'just my brother and beau' thing."

"Yeah?"

"Well you know I invited France, right?"

"Yup, sadly," Alfred replied with an eye roll.

"Yes well," the Canadian reached up to rub the back of his heating neck. "Francis... may have invited a few extra people."

Alfred froze for about ten seconds before he all but screamed at his brother.

"WHAT?"

"It was just a few more people! Just Gilbert and Antonio, I think!"

America face palmed himself as he returned to the kitchen.

"Yeah but Matt, who knows who they invited? The whole world might show up for this party now."

And they did.

Alfred tried to force a smile on his face as he answered the door. Already almost 15 nations had arrived including England. The elder nation was quite surprised to see so many guests when he initially arrived.

"My, I didn't realize you'd planned such a big event. Though, I should have expected it from you."

Alfred pouted as he and Arthur observed the ruckus already taking place.

"Actually it was just supposed to just be you and my brother, but Mattie decided to invite everyone."

England sent him a dubious look.

"That's unlike your brother. Are you sure that-"

A ring from the doorbell, as Arthur just finished hanging up his coat; Alfred cursed his luck. Quickly he pulled his boyfriend in for a quick hug, and went off to answer the door with a:

"I'll catch up with you later, alright, Artie? Make yourself at home."

And here was America, at the door watching as Germany and the Italy brothers entered his household.

"Hey guys! Glad you could make it," he lied, peppy enough.

Alfred received a swift nod from Germany and Romano, and a high-pitched greeting and hug from Feliciano. He welcomed them inside, where Prussia quickly grabbed hold of his brother to deliver a noogie, and Antonio sprung for Romano. Feliciano just as easily made his way to the buffet table.

America glanced about his apartment and realized that just about every nation was there. Somehow Matthew had managed to turn his small Christmas get together into an international affair. Well- he was hoping that's what it would be anyway, but under different pretexts of course! No matter, at least now that everyone was there he could attend to England, and hopefully his plan would still work.

America cupped a hand in front of his mouth, let out a breath and took a sniff. He grimaced for a second, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He popped a tic tac in his mouth and smiled.

"Perfect. Now I'm minty fresh for my kiss with Arth-"

"America!"

The young nation was caught off guard as Finland grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.

"How have you been this Christmas? Lots of shopping I bet! I always do lots of Christmas shopping, so much, because I love to give gifts to everyone!"

Alfred smiled shortly and continued to do so as Tino rambled on about Christmas for a good thirty minutes. He didn't want to be rude, but America really did want to spend some time with England rather than listen to how nice Finland's sauna tradition was. He held on, nodding his head politely for another five minutes and was about to cut the conversation short, when there was an outburst from behind him. Alfred turned to find England and France under the mistletoe, as the French nation attempted to land a kiss on Arthur's lips. The Brit of course would have none of it.

"Get off me, frog! I refuse to kiss the likes of you!"

"Oh but mon ami, we have found each other under the mistletoe and it is only tradition that we kiss."

"Tradition my arse!" Arthur shrieked as he managed to untangle himself from France's hold. He looked around quickly for something to defend himself with and grabbed the first item he found; which happened to be Alfred's homemade apple pie. When Francis took another step closer, Arthur threw the pie in his face and smirked.

"Bon appetite, arsehole."

Some of the other nations had been watching as well and were either smiling or laughing at the scene that had just played out. England on the other hand seemed annoyed as he marched off, to a quieter part of Alfred's flat, and America was torn between following him, or helping Francis clean himself up.

"That was such a waste of a pie," he mumbled to himself as he went to fetch France a towel. He'd deal with him first and then find England.

Ten minutes later America was knocking on the door to his own bedroom.

"England, I know you're in there. Open up."

A few moments passed and there was no response. Alfred started banging on the door.

"Arthur, dude! It's my room, let me in!"

He leant forward to push on the door and as he did, it opened. He would have fallen flat on his face had Arthur not been there to catch him. Alfred looked up, and the moment he caught the other one blushing, he was immediately pushed away.

"Your room is a disaster, you know that? It looks like a tornado blew through here," England mumbled as he picked up a dirty shirt and started folding it.

America chuckled quietly as he closed the door.

"I always thought it was pretty funny that you clean and organize stuff to let off steam. I should piss you off while you're visiting more often."

England stopped in the middle of attending to a pair of briefs to glare at the American. Alfred just smiled as he took his hand and led him to his bed.

"I'm kidding," he assured as the two of them sat. America looked at him earnestly. "Look, I'm really sorry about France. I wanted to come talk to you, but Tino just kept going on and on, and I didn't want to be impolite."

"It's alright," Arthur held a single finger to America's lips. "Really I should have expected it from him. It probably would have happened regardless of whether or not you where there."

Alfred frowned for a second before he pulled England closer.

"Hey, that would have never happened under my watch. I'd never let anyone touch my beau."

A light pink dusted both nations cheeks as they looked at each other.

"Hey, Arthur... I uh... I know there's no mistletoe in here, but I was wondering if maybe I could..."

"You don't have to ask my permission to kiss me, idiot... you are my escort."

Alfred let out a short laugh before he leaned in, and Arthur did as well. It wasn't exactly what America had in mind, but it was still close to perfect as their lips almost met and then-

CRASH.

Arthur jumped back, and Alfred fisted his hands in frustration.

"What was that?" England inquired as he got up and made his way to the door.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's dead."

The two English speaking nations made their way into the living room to find chaos. The grand Christmas tree that America had had set up in the corner was toppled. Shattered ornaments, pine needles, candy canes and tinsel littered the floor. Nearby some countries had gathered to gape and try to figure out exactly what happened. The trio of friends Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis, who had been looking at the tree just a moment earlier went back to some drunken caroling. America wasn't sure, but he had a feeling this incident had something to do with them.

Alfred strolled over to the mess on the floor where he found Hungary looking rather concerned. Her glance kept shifting from the disaster on the ground to Alfred's leather couch and back.

"Liz, what happened here?" he asked still a bit astonished. "I leave everyone alone for what, five minutes, and the tree becomes firewood?"

Hungary looked at him sadly and then motioned to Prussia.

"It was Gilbert's fault, though I suppose it was an accident. The three of them were singing, and weren't paying attention to where they were going. Gilbert stepped on your cat's tail, and the poor thing ran right into the tree. It fell and now he is hiding behind your couch."

Alfred sighed and turned back to Arthur. The Brit frowned as he walked toward the couch, trying to coax out Crumpet.

"Alright thanks, Liz," America said as he made his way to the front of the room. Enough had happened tonight, and he really just wanted everybody gone.

He clapped a few times to get the other nations' attention, and when that didn't work, he stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out the most obnoxious whistle imaginable. Crumpet flew out from behind the couch and ran into a nearby corridor, and every single nation, drunk or sober, turned to regard Alfred.

"Hey guys. It's been nice having ya, and I hope you all have a great Christmas, but-"

Ding-dong!

America cursed his luck for the second time today. Really? Every time he tried to take action and do something important tonight, he was interrupted.

"Excuse me for just a second."

He swiftly made his way to the front door, eyes widening as he opened it.

"Officer?"

"Sir, we've gotten calls of loud music, screaming and other noises coming from your household."

Alfred sucked in a breath and bit his lip to prevent himself from taking out all his fury on the officer. This was gonna be a long night.

Two hours and a very persuasive explanation to the cops later, Alfred bid the last unwanted guest goodbye. Now the only ones remaining in his apartment were his brother and England, the way he'd originally planned.

"Alfred, I'm really sorry. I didn't intend for any of this to happen."

"Matt, it's fine, really. I'm just glad everyone is gone..." Alfred replied as he flopped down on his couch.

"Right. Well, I guess I'll get going too then. Merry Christmas, Al." Canada proceeded to put on his coat and with a simple wave to his brother he exited the flat. This left England as the only reaming person.

"I suppose I should take my leave as well," Arthur said after a few moments of silence. He was moving toward the door when Alfred took hold of his wrist and held it tightly.

"Wait, no, I mean- Look Arthur, I had really wanted to spend Christmas Eve with you and just..." he turned away for a moment before looking back up at England. "Stay a little longer? It's cold outside."

Arthur smiled tenderly as he let Alfred lead him back to the couch.

"It's cold outside? That didn't stop your brother from leaving."

"Yeah, well, Mattie's used to the cold," America retorted as he pulled England onto his lap and flipped on the TV. "Besides, it's my duty to keep you warm."

"Is it now? Well you're not doing a very good job," England said with a smirk and moved to nuzzle America's collarbone.

"No?" he answered. He paused for a moment to reach up and pull a blanket over them. "How about now?"

"Still could be better," Arthur smiled into America's neck. The taller of the two frowned and started to sit up.

"Well do you want me to jack up the heat? Cause that's really the only other thing I can think of right now."

England huffed as he pulled the American back down.

"No, no. Please don't get up. There is another way..." Arthur mumbled, and soon it hit Alfred like a ton of bricks. A devious smile spread across his face.

"Oh, I know what this is. You want me to kiss you, don't you?" Alfred replied with a smirk. England blushed just a bit but held firm.

"What? No. When did I even ever insinuate that I'd want to snuggle or snog with someone like yo-"

But Arthur was cut of my an extremely short kiss. America pulled back almost instantly.

"That was your free sample. If you're interested in purchasing the rest, it'll cost one rude but endearing comment," America said with a smirk.

"Oh you are such an arsehole..."

"That'll do!"

America squeezed England tighter and brought their lips back together. It was sweet and romantic, and Alfred couldn't help but think he'd throw a hundred more parties and deal with the police a thousand more times if this is what he would get in return. England was the best Christmas present he'd ever receive.