Chidori-Chan: Hey Peeps! This is my little (really late) Christmas gift (Chapter) for every follower we have out there! Special thanks to Franada4Ever for being the first and most dedicated reviewer! *Gives a Russian GLOMP* and to everyone else *Gives a virtual ginger bread cookie to anyone who comes across this piece of literature*. ~Sighs~ My Romano isn't here to accompany me while writing this, so please bare with me through the horrible and torturous grammar that will proceed. Soooo this will be a surprise (Hopefully a good one) for my lovable TB (short for Tomato Bastard). This chappy is about little drabbles that happened throughout our winter break.

Disclaimer (So Captain doesn't skin me alive): I do not own Hetalia, but I do own my insane mind.

Rated M for heavy swearing and even heavier Sarcasm! :P

So Here I Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Winter Break

December 28th, 2011

Germany's POV

I was dying, well not literally, but I still wished it.

The reason for my current wish was the 4 and ½ hour, now turned to 6 FULL hour car ride. Now under normal circumstances it wouldn't have bothered me, I would usually go off into the deepest and most interesting corners of my vast waste land of a mind and conjure up a fantasy that would last throughout the unusually large amount of time that was in my hands.

Now back to the reason why this was impossible for me at the moment was that the 2 most annoying people I have known since I left the womb of my dearest mother decided that 'dear liddle Luddy' should spend more time with the so called 'family' that was in the same car as the awesome me.

I glared at the main devil, mostly because he actually knew how it tortured me to be near these people. As you people might have guessed, these 2 annoying masses of gore, where somehow my siblings.

The 'main devil' was my eldest brother, who we shall all learn to know as Vermilliation. (Don't ask, it just came to mind). V was your average gossip girl, except he was a guy, in every way, besides the fact that he dresses and looks and acts like Justin (SHUT THE HELL UP) Beaver, he was utterly, completely male. So V was known by everyone at his college of UVA as a social butterfly.

But all in all, he was a complete bastard to me, he may be known as 'nice' or 'super funny!' but to me, he is the devil wearing skin tight jeans, loose V neck shirt with a beer in hand and a cigarette between his lips. But enough about V, He was just annoying to think about, the other devil is my younger brother, who is now 'Nerp'.

Nerp did everything and anything he could to annoy me to the brink of annoyed insanity. So you could see how he jumped with glee, an evil glint in his squinty little bugger eyes, when V told him of this plan to infuriate me to no end. So there I was with V and Nerp making me feel like a knife should be in my hands and a Belarus moment should over take me.

When we finally reached our 'beloved' home I quickly used my ninja skills to avoid them, AND the duty of unpacking the car which was full of crap since we had just came back from a 5 day camping trip, in the middle of the fucking dessert, in Egypt, on Christmas eve, night, and day.

So you could see me jumping with joy when I found out about the trip. If you didn't get the sarcasm that was literally drenching that sentence I might just have to castrate you.

When I entered the entrance of my quarters I noticed my middle brother enter his. I sigh a sad sigh as I think about our relationship. I will call him Thor; it suits him very well actually. He was like me, or, the correct term, I was just like him, just the opposite gender. He was quiet, resigned, hilarious, and kind.

But since he hardly speaks to me, I wouldn't know these things if I hadn't seen them when he is around other people.

I don't know why he hated me, I loved him very much, He was my favorite out of our weird, twisted, poorly made make shift of a family. I heard stories from Mother, why he acted this way towards me.

~Flash Back~

It started when I was born, Thor was absolutely depressed he was being replaced, yet, he never showed it. His unemotional face stayed the same; he let the emotion go through with its intention of making him hate the new off spring his parents were bringing home that day.

But when he saw me, for the first time, he felt the pang of brotherly love, right through the heart. From that day onwards, the only time he smiled was when he was with his little sister.

We were inseparable; he bathed me, fed me, and slept with my crib in his room. He would only let my Mother change my diapers, which was it. My Parents thought it was adorable, my eldest brother hated it.

I had taken 'his' baby brother away from him. He tried whenever he could to make me cry. Thor always protected me. This went on for years, until one day Thor had to leave for a school trip.

I cried, missing my Bruder, but then comfort came from the most unlikely of places, V.

He dressed me for school and helped me get ready for the day. Thor was gone a week, but V kept me company, I soon forgot about my beloved Bruder.

So you can imagine his horror and utter agony when he came back expecting his little 'Luddy' to come running into his arms when in fact she stayed with V, always. Thor started to distance himself from me and soon enough, after I had declared V my favorite brother, Thor slipped away from me completely.

Not a short time after that did V show me his true intentions of it all. I had been betrayed by my 'precious V' and my Thor was gone. I grew up alone from then on.

And when Nerp decided to show up in my Mothers stomach, well, V was delighted! Another person to torment me when he wasn't there! Thor always watched from afar, with a sad look in his light blue eyes.

~ End Of Flash Back~

I sighed again, bringing myself out of the memory. I opened the door, and shut it behind me with a loud 'click'! I leaned against the door, and slowly slid down the white painted wood.

I let my eye lids go to half mast after I looked around the room, it was as it should be, the black clothing thrown haphazardly around the room set off the huge amount of pink.

The twin beds, with their fuzzy pink and orange covers were littered with books, clothing, and art supplies.

My pink rug was battling with black for the upper hand in which color showed more.

The reason for all the pink was simply, when I was a child I loved the color, not because I liked it, in fact I despised it. But, Thor was always most happy around me when I was in pink. So the affect stayed.

I looked up into my very cramped book shelf, I swear, If books had a China, it wouldn't be a library it would be my collection of books. You couldn't pull a book off, you had to have a battle of strength, and had to be stubborn enough to actually WANT to get it out or you would just give up.

I got up and checked the hidden compartment I had made for my money in one of the books. Everything was right from a glance inside.

I wandered over towards my beds and sat on the one with my laptop near its base on the oak wood floor. I pulled it into my lap and lazily opened it, turning it on.

Skype popped open and I scrolled (yes, I have so many I scroll) down my contacts list to see if anyone of mild interest was online at the moment.

England's Man Whore was on, No, not Lithuania, but Estonia. I had heard from England, Estonia, and Camerica all mixed together that England was actually DATING Estonia (I had heard a few weeks ago, actually).

Naturally I threw a fit, I found out they had been for months, and Camerica knew about, Hell even the Swiss bitch did! I was pissed at the world, but never My S. Italy, she had not known, and of course didn't give a fuck about it.

I had my suspicions, but the fact that Malfed didn't tell me of it, I was raging to kill someone for hours to say the least. A 'Bing!' brought me out of my reverie of thoughts back to the screen.

Hey –England's ..Boi posted (Don't you just love his Skype name I gave him? ;D).

Estonia was talking to me? I thought with curiosity. I peck the 'Y', 'O', and 'Enter' key is a sluggish pace and wait for his reply.

And the conversation went as the following.

E: What is wrong with the world?

B: what's wrong?

E: England's is away.

B: ….. And?….

E: It hurts so much

B: How bad, How much, and what did you do?

E: I think the cut in my wrist is enough.

B: . . . . .

E: I can't stand being away from her

B: I know the feeling

E: Do you?

B: Yes, I know exactly what you're feeling

E: How

B: Because, My beloved is gone, and just out of my grasp

E: Hmmmm, I guess you do know then. But Ludd, it hurts so much…

B: Hey Ess

E: Yes Ludds?

B: I miss you

E: I do too

B: Really?

E: Yeah I miss talking with you.

B: I do to! Ever since you started, you know, with that tea leave fucker we haven't talked!

E: No need to insult her!

B: Oh well

(Sorry but here I cut it, I will explain later)

~ 1 hour and 23 minutes later ~

I shut the lid of my laptop down and stretched my legs out so they were straight, and slid it slowly down them till it neatly landed on the floor. I pulled my socks of and slipped under the covers, my mind was twirling and whirling with everything me and Ess talked about.

He feels insecure, like she might get up and leave him, and she probably will I thought bitterly. But, we cleared everything up, and I was glad. But then I thought back to something I brought up in the conversation.

England has stolen all three of my loves, I thought sadly as a tear ran down my cheek. She has also managed to have 4 admirers, hell maybe even more, since she moved her in august. It has only been 5 months, and she has had 4 guys.

How long have I been here? 3 and ½ years I thought with bitter sweet malice, and not a single guy.

She stole the heart of Denmark, one of my best friends, and the one I secretly loved. I stood by with a broken smile, with only Romano and Malfed for comfort.

And then while having the love of Estonia, my other best guy friend; I sadly remembered how he had admitted his attraction to me, only a year ago. But I dismissed it, not thinking it was real, and he lost interest.

The third, over a trip to the sea with Latvia I managed to find myself intrigued by him, only to find out his heart lay in London. I let the tears spill over. How was I not good enough?

Then, a horrible thought hit me. My eyes widened in terror. What if my beloved fell for her? My love, he was perfect, a mix of Denmark, Sweden and Russia. He was my Mother Russia.

But the fact that chilled me to the bone was that, many people and countries alike had commented on how England and my Russia would probably eventually get together, even though they were opposites, they still attract, right? I shuddered.

I banned the thought from my mind, lest it give me nightmares. I slowly drifted off to my dream land, where Thor still loved me, My Russian was mine forever, and where we all lived in a big house, with Romano, and her finally found Spain.

Camerica would drop in on the weekends and stay overnight. She would live in the same house as Belarus and Swiss next to us. Our back yard was filled with sunflowers. And it was never cold. Just like Russia wanted it. And that was how it was; we were all happy, complete.

No evil English woman to disturb us, no J(STFU)B to traumatize me, V was a lot like Belarus in a sense, I mused, another thing Russia and I had in common, we both hated our psychotic siblings.

I awoke to darkness, I sighed. I thought of something that would calm my nerves, I decided to go take a bath.

I sat up and walked over to the bathroom, I set the water to Mordor temp and waited for the water to fill the huge tub. It took a few minutes and once I deemed it ready I threw in 2 handfuls of Eucalyptus Bath Salts.

I watched with interest as the green colored flecks dissolved in the hot water and turned it a shade of mint green. A heady minty smell filled the room and hung in the air, searching for a way to escape. I stripped of my clothes from the previous day and slowly slid into the water.

I could already feel my muscles relax and my nerves settle back in the category of 'sane'. I stayed still in the water for a few more minutes; when I looked down at my fingers to see if they were prune-like yet, they seemed to be, so I started to wash my hair, I scraped the dirt and grime of my body, and then I settled back into the water.

I watched with fascination as the suds disappeared into a white sheen over the water. I slid under water just too thoroughly make sure there wasn't any more shampoo in my hair. I raised my head out of the water and reached for the Conditioner and squeezed the sweet smelling stuff out into the palm of my hand.

I lathered it into my hair and then sat back and thought of everything that has been happening. Estonia was becoming unstable without England, I tried to get him to rely on me, but he wouldn't budge. He is addicted to her, and without her he starts to hurt himself and then others, both physically and emotionally.

I sunk under the surface and shook my head viciously; I brought my head to the surface and felt if there was any more soft stuff left in my hair, there wasn't. I sighed as I pulled the plug and watched the water make a whirlpool as it sped down the drain and into the sewers.

I waited for all the water to leave before getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my frame. I walked back to my room, and along the way I checked to see if anyone else was awake. I didn't see or hear a soul.

I closed my door behind me and changed into a pair of jammy pants and a loose fitting T-shirt. I walked over towards my bed, which my cat had decided to curl up on. I sat down next to him and petted him idly before bending over to pick up my computer, I opened my laptop and checked if anyone was on Skype before I opened a new internet browser and scrolled over CNN, North Korean leader is still dead, blablabla blabla blablabla.

Face book didn't have anything mildly interesting, I sighed; no one wanted to even TRY to entertain me anymore. I opened up FF and was happy to see one of my favorite stories was updated. I pulled my JAMZ earphones out of my bedside table and plugged them in.

I looked over at YouTube, and choose Comatose – By Skillet and watched in wonder as SNOW started to fall in the video.

W.T..happening?

I looked around and saw the snowflake button. I pressed it, the snow stopped. I franticly clicked again. I let out a relieved sigh as it started to snow again.

IT WAS AMAZING!

I started to giggle, and I continued for the rest of the day.

Snow always had a way to put me in a good mood.

Just like a certain Russian I knew.

Oh Ivan!

Chidori-Chan: And that's a wrap! Just wanted to show you what I did over winter break (which wasn't very much). But seriously check out the snowy thing on YouTube! Have a happy new year! And please review! (See! I can ask nicely!)

*holds out cookie jar*