A/N: Part 5 and the final part of my Christmas Carol AU for Amnesia. Weyer wakes up on Christmas morning a changed man. And the children's choir does a little something special for everyone. Thank you so, so much for reading!

Amnesia: The Dark Descent (c) Frictional Games

A Christmas Carol (c) Charles Dickens

Muses used (c) Kaliedo-Star and Bluethemoonwolf

Christmas Canon (c) Trans-Siberian Orchestra

~Christmas Day, 1843~

Weyer awoke with tears in his eyes and the morning sun streaming through the closed window. He sat up, softly sobbing as he stared out of the window. Had it all been a dream? Was it real in a way? One thing was for sure, he certainly did not want to be alone for the rest of his life, nor did he want people around him to suffer because of his attitude.

"Johann...?"

He gasped and turned to see Agrippa in bed with him, rubbing his eyes, having been woken up by his crying. The German blinked a few times as he tried to clear away the sleep from his eyes. Once he had, he took in the sight of Weyer's tears with concern. "Johann, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"

Instead of answering, he quickly wrapped his arms around his lover, crying into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Heinrich...! I didn't mean...!"

Agrippa was shocked at the display of waterworks. It took him a moment to realise what he was trying to say. He returned the hug and softly shushed him. "It's okay, liebe. I know you didn't."

Weyer pulled away for a moment, sniffling. "Please don't leave me..."

"Meine alle..." Agrippa cupped his lover's cheeks in his hands, eyes locking with his. "I will never leave you. Whatever made you think I would?" Weyer couldn't bring himself to words. Agrippa chuckled a little. "Johann, you act as if you've been visited by the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future."

"W-what!?" he stammered. "What do you-what?"

Agrippa laughed, "I think you have, Johann." Giving him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, he spoke, "Come on, liebe. Let's go open presents."

In reply, before getting up, Weyer quickly pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Once they pulled apart for air, the Dutchman finally answered, smiling, "Merry Christmas, Heinrich."

"Merry Christmas, Johann," Agrippa smiled back.

After an hour, the presents were opened and everyone enjoyed what they got. Weyer couldn't wait to open the present he got from Verstalt, but Agrippa said it would wait until Malo's dinner. "That is, if you want to go."

Almost on instinct, he nearly said no, but then he remembered everything the spirits told him. "You know what? I want to go."

"You do?" Agrippa sounded somewhat surprised. Weyer nodded. "Can you wait that long to open it?"

"I can."

Chuckling, Agrippa spoke, "Alright, if you're sure."

Dimitri played around with the gifts the boy had gotten from his parents, Agrippa watching, while Weyer made himself busy in the kitchen making breakfast. Sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs. Coffee was fixed for the parents while fruit juice was prepared for their son. "Breakfast is ready!" he called from the kitchen and began to set the food on the table. Dimitri dashed to the table, eager to eat. Weyer moved the still covered gingerbread cookies from the table to the kitchen counter.

He thought for a moment. Would anyone really miss just one cookie? Just like last night, he slowly made to grab one from the basket. He managed to retrieve one, but before he could open his mouth to munch down on it, a throat cleared behind him. Caught, Weyer turned around to see Agrippa with a sly smirk on his face. "Really, Johann?"

Weyer decided to give him the puppy eyes. It wasn't as effective as Agrippa's, nor did he do it as often, but it sometimes worked. "Please...?"

Agrippa's smirk widened into a grin as he reached to take the basket from his lover's hand, leaving him with just the cookie he was holding. "Just one." Almost immediately, the Dutchman chomped down on the cookie, nearly melting from the wonderful taste, causing the older man to laugh. "You are too schattig, you know that?"

Weyer flushed a little as he continued to eat the cookie. It wasn't often that Agrippa spoke Dutch, but he loved the way his Dutch sounded.

The family of three arrived at Malo's house. Agrippa carried Weyer's present from Verstalt, Weyer held onto the gingerbread cookies, and Dimitri continued to play with a gift his father had gotten him. He really was quite enthralled with it. It was early afternoon, air still quite nippy from the cold and snowy conditions, but it wasn't nearly as windy as the previous night.

"Bonjour, my friends!" Malo greeted them. "I just knew you would come, Weyer."

Weyer clicked his tongue and chuckled. Upon walking into the main room, he could see who all was there at that moment. Hans, Schultz, and Agatha were sitting on the couch. Basile was emerging from the bathroom. Aloïs and Justine had arrived just behind them, the Frenchman ruffling Dimitri's hair. Daniel was also in the room, as well as Hazel sitting in an armchair since she was well enough to attend. Xaniel was in the kitchen, helping prepare food. But the sight of Arnold brought a smile to his face.

"I haven't seen you in a few years, Mr Grinch," Arnold commented.

Weyer laughed, "That's rich coming from you, Mr Overcompensator."

Arnold went wide-eyed, but soon broke into laughter as well. "It's good to see you again, Johann."

"Same for you, Arnold." The two brothers hugged for what seemed like hours, which was really only a minute or two. Afterwards, Weyer and his old friends began catching up on all they missed in the last few years since they last saw each other. The Dutchman did express his apologies for not attending Hans and Agatha's wedding. He really did wish he could've been there if he had known. They simply told him that it was alright.

The real reunion began half an hour later when Theo and Agnes finally arrived. Malo, being the host, ushered them in. Time seemed to stand still. It had been many years since he last saw his parents, and now here they are. "Mother... Father..."

"Vrolijk Kerstmis, mijn zoon," Agnes greeted him with a smile.

Weyer immediately ran up to his parents, the trio sharing a long awaited hug. "Vrolijk Kerstmis," he responded tearfully. It never occurred to him until now how much he really missed his parents.

The reunion continued on and soon it was time to eat. Weyer elected to say the prayer, despite his rather nonreligious stance. He glanced up for a moment to see Hazel, who despite her sickness, looked as though she had many years ahead of her. He then finished the prayer with the girl's own words with a smile on his face. "God bless us, every one."

After eating and much conversing, the group opened presents, resulting in Hazel and Dimitri getting wonderful toys, the couples loving memorabilia, and everyone something from their wishlist.

Imagine how Weyer reacted to opening his present from Verstalt. How thoughtful of him.

Weyer sat in the front row of the audience, waiting anxiously for the performance to begin. He was soon joined by his friends and family, his father sitting next to him. During the dinner, Theo had wanted to speak with his youngest son privately, but this would have to do.

"Johann," he began, "I never did apologise for how I treated you when you were a child. I only wanted the best for you and I didn't think it would turn you bitter."

Weyer smiled. "It's alright now, Father. It seems we've both changed a lot."

Theo chuckled, "We sure have, my son." The two embraced, glad that their past issues can be buried and no longer left to fester and boil until they exploded. Things were definitely changing for the better, Weyer knew it.

The children began to take their places on the risers. Dimitri waved to Weyer as he walked to his place in the alto section. The Dutchman smiled and waved back. Once all of the children were in place, Agrippa emerged, dressed in concert attire. Weyer found that in such an outfit as that, his lover looked quite... well, let's not go there. The German made the introductions, then the performance officially began. Weyer was proud of his lover and son. Their hard work with the choir really was paying off right then. He had once scoffed at the idea of Agrippa being the choir director for the orphanage, but now he couldn't be more happy for him. With each song they did, he could see the pride continuously growing in his amber eyes.

Finally, the children sang the last notes of O Come All Ye Faithful and the audience applauded. Everyone loved the performance and many wished it didn't have to end right then. Agrippa and the children took their bows, the German making his way to his lover.

"Meine liebe, that was wonderful!" Weyer exclaimed, a broad smile on his face.

"Aren't you glad you came to see it now?" Agrippa smiled just as broadly.

"Of course."

The two looked over at the children, who still hadn't moved from the risers. A girl a year or two younger than Dimitri stepped forward from the mezzo soprano section. She cleared her throat, then spoke. "Us children at the Mayfair Children's Home would like to perform one more song for everyone." Agrippa was a little confused, but the girl soon explained. "Our director knows nothing about this. It is a surprise for him and everyone here. It was Dimitri's idea." She gestured to the boy, while Agrippa let out a confused chuckle. "Us children took the time to practise in secret in hopes that we could reveal the fruit of our efforts by the time we came up to perform, which we shall now do with the help of Messrs Malo de Vigny and Daniel of Mayfair."

Malo and Daniel!? The two men strode forward, Malo carrying his treasured violin. The girl produced sheet music from her choir robes and handed them to Daniel, who pulled out a hidden piano and set the music on the stand. Still somewhat confused, Agrippa sat beside his lover and wondered just what the children were going to do. They were quite ambitious to take on a song without his assistance, he had to admit.

Daniel had barely played a few notes and Agrippa and Weyer were surprised at what the song seemed to be, which was Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. Though it wasn't until the children began to sing that it wasn't quite the same song. The lyrics spoke true of that. The piano and violin complimented the children's voices perfectly.

This night we pray
Our lives will show
This dream he had
Each child still knows...

We are waiting
We have not forgotten...

On this night, on this night
On this very Christmas night...

As the children sang, Weyer could feel his heart fill with warmth and joy. The arrangement was absolutely beautiful. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Agrippa was moved to tears. These wonderful children had taken the time to learn something so beautiful and arranged perfectly for the season. At this point, he was beginning to think he would never be able to hear the original canon without thinking of Christmas.

The song was soon over and once more the audience applauded, nearly everyone on their feet for having loved the performance so much. "Absolut wunderbar, Kinder," Agrippa said mostly to himself, proud of the children for pulling off something so amazing.

Weyer, having heard him, turned to face him, smiling. "The children sure know how to make you proud, don't they?" Agrippa nodded as he wiped joyful tears from his eyes. Weyer held him close, his fingers threading through the German's ginger locks. "Ich liebe dich, Heinrich."

"Ich liebe dich auch, Johann."

The pair then shared a kiss while the audience continued to applaud.