Not written by me, I just edited this one, but my friend had no comments to make. I apologize for the wait. Hopefully it won't be so long again. If we still have any readers, you guys are wonderful for waiting ^^ And please excuse the over use of line breaks...

"I don't see why we're picking out a tree, its not even Christmas!" huffed a very irritated Romano.

"Because it's fun and we're celebrating Snow White's arrival," replied the seemingly ever happy Spain. "Ooh! That one looks good, doesn't it Romano?"

"Che, whatever…" Romano frowned, crossing his arms, as Antonio scurried over to the tree in question. An especially elated grin on his face, his green eyes lit up with…

Romano shook his head, and trailed reluctantly after the Spaniard.

"But we need mistletoe!" insisted France, interrupting the party plans for the ninth time.

"Ve, what do you do with it?" Italy questioned, tilting his head to one side cutely.

"Well you do things with someone you like, so Italie …" France leant in closer, a mischievous grin creasing his lips. "Est-ce tu m'aimes?"

Italy never got to respond due to a very angry Germany once again throwing France into the stairs.

"No mistletoe!" was the answer of the currently seething Germany.

"We need to put up lots and lots of streamers!" America exclaimed, pumping his fist energetically. "Ok, Greece will be in charge of making sure I don't fall while I'm putting them up, because falling is not what a hero does."

Very faintly a "Shut up!" was heard from outside amidst a sawing noise.

Bashful timidly raised his hand as if he were in school, "U-um I-I think w-we should-"

"All right! Now for the Christmas table clothes…" America scanned the room, before his eyes alighted on something. "Ah-ha, Bashful! You get them from the closet."

Bashful sighed to himself, before complying with the rude request.

"Greece, are you even paying attention?" America questioned, looking down at his supposed 'back-up'. "Hey don't lean on the stool, you'll knock it ov-AAGHH!"

He fell in a flurry of waving arms landing in a heap, before promptly jumping up, ignoring the fact that he was still tangled in streamers from head to foot. "Ha ha ha! That didn't even hurt because I am the hero!"

Once again a faint voice was heard from the outdoors, this time a bit strained as if it was pulling something heavy. "Bastard! How many times do I have to tell you to shut—stop touching me, dammit!"

"But your face is so red like a tomato…" Spain cooed. "It's adorable!"

Bashful sweat-dropped, as he seemed to be the only one hearing this. "U-um, America, d-don't you think t-that we should-"

"Alright, forget the streamers, we'll just get a giant robot to do this for us!" the older blond announced, throwing his arm upwards in a heroic pose.

"B-but America, t-that's n-not p-p-possible," Canada tried to rationalize, but once again was paid no attention.

Germany took the opportunity to walk over to see just what all the ruckus was about.

"Sneezy, why are you covered in streamers? And why is Greece asleep on the floor?"

"I told you, my names not 'Sneezy'!" America began indignantly. "I don't even sneeze that m-"

-Meanwhile-

Prince England was currently at a tavern, attempting to "solve" his problems, by way of explaining his situation to the bartender. Not that said bartender was listening; not that it mattered. The blond was far beyond noticing at this point.

"I was supposed to –hic- go on a date, with the most beautiful –hic- boy I've ever seen. But then! Then he decides to go missing right before we're supposed to –hic hic- leave. I've been through swamps, forests, -hic- rivers, and uncountable salesman trying to get me to buy god –hic- knows what! They –hic- even followed me for awhile –hic hic- why don't they just leave me alone? Leave me alone like everyone else…"

By now tears were streaming down Prince England's face. "This is all America's fault, I know it is! Stupid, stupid, stupid! America, you prat!"

-Back to the chibi house-

"Ah-CHOO!" America lifted half a foot off the ground with the power off the nasal explosion.

"G'bleshoo," mumbled a sleepy Greece, awoken by the commotion.

"W-well, s-someone could be i-insulting America?" Bashful suggested, but was again ignored.

"Just get back to work without destroying the house," Germany sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"All right, bashful, get the confetti from the closet!" America ordered, back to his exuberant self.

"B-but America, Germany said after I-Italy's birthday t-that we a-aren't a-allowed t-to use i-it anymore…" Bashful tried to protest, recalling what had happened the last time…

"Greece! You have to cough that up!" Canada exclaimed, attempting to shake the older chibi awake. He had fallen asleep with his face on the floor, and had accidentally inhaled some of the stray confetti.

"Dammit, you bastards, why is this stuff so freaking hard to throw!" Romano shouted in irritation, as he tried to chuck handfuls at America and Spain. The two only laughed together, twin smiles of idiocy and elation on their faces.

"Heroes aren't affected by confetti!" America proclaimed, earning a chuckle from Spain, when Romano's face reddened.

"You look like a little—"

"Ger-Germanyyyyy!!!" Italy cried, as he suddenly lost his footing, the colorful glitter pieces once again to blame.

"I'll catch you, mon chéri!" France offered 'gallantly' rushing over to catch the falling Italian…

Only to be shoved in the face by Germany, the taller blond multi-tasking as he intercepted Italy's fall.

"Veee…Germany," all the terror went out of the smaller chibi as he gratefully wrapped his arms around the German. "Grazie! Molto grazie!"

"Hands off my brother, dammit!" Romano yelled, jumping to his feet, futile one-sided confetti fight forgotten.

"Ve, fratello, don't..."

"But this is a special occasion!" America reasoned, interrupting his brother's flashback. His tone softening in reassurance, when he for once took notice of the atmosphere, and the younger chibi's distress. "I think Germany would understand."

"But…fine," Bashful submitted slowly making his way to the closet, stepping over the brambles of streamers and Greece as if it were second nature.

Japan waited in the kitchen listening to the various shouts, crashes, and occasional sneeze that filtered through the walls.

'Well, if they're taking care of the decorating, then I should start preparing some snacks I guess…'

It was then that Japan heard America shout out a bet with Romano: that he could get Japan to do the Mexican hat dance. The prince(ss) blanched and continued making the food, praying to whatever god there was that he would not be forced to perform such an uncomely action. If England saw him doing that he'd be mortified!

Japan's face heated up at the thought. Wait, had he just been concerned about England's opinion? He most certainly wanted to impress the nice, friendly, charming, handsome-

The prince's fair face turned even redder if it were possible, and he shook his head trying to physically remove the notion from his head.

"Oh my, what is happening to me?" he whispered to himself while looking over the food.