All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth!
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you Merry Christmas.

It seems so long since I could say,
Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!
Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only whistle! (thhhhh)

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you Merry Christmas!

"Oh, please, please, please, England! I really wanna go! It'll be fun! And I can make some real friends for once." Sealand huffed, crossing his arms.
England had blatantly refused his request to go and meet Seborga and Wy at a mini world meeting their bosses had proposed a couple of weeks ago. He had eavesdropped on the foolish old men of England and had been hyped about it ever since.
It was now the day in question, and he wasn't letting Mr. Bushy Eyebrows spoil it for him now. No, sir.

"I would let you go, but we need to have a little serious talk over your 'nation', Sealand." England sighed. "Any random person around the world can become a Lord or Lady of Sealand for just under 30 pounds! You need to be careful. Some criminal could own a piece of your land for 10 years for even below that price! Think about it, it's not benefitting you at all, it's-"

"England…" Sealand grinned, unfolding his arms and batting his eyelids, "Australia will be there, you know. And the Italy brothers. You can discuss important money and stuff with one of the bigger nations you indirectly own, while getting revenge or making amends with the brothers who kept you in prison all that time, and also telling me off for selling my country all the time! How's that for multitasking, hmmm?"

England paused for a couple of seconds, then closed his eyes and sighed quietly. "OK, fine. But I'm definitely coming with you, al-"

"OH NO!" Sealand squealed, his hands on his cheeks in surprise. "We're gonna be REALLY late if we don't hurry right now! What will we dooooo?!"

All at once, a magnificent whinny broke through the silent air, and the harsh sound of beating wings floated down towards them. Everything seemed to turn white for but a moment, and dots of fuzzy turquoise blue came into focus as a long, elegant mane.

It came to land next to England, who produced…something…out of his pocket, and fed it to the creature, beaming. "We'll take a ride, Sealand."

"Y-YOU HAVE A PEGASUS, TOO?!"

"Hmph. Mr. Australia, I don't wanna go. Sealand is weird and childish, and Seborga said he'd date me in a couple of years. They're both stupid little boys, what good is it to have a meeting with them?"

Australia laughed aloud. "Oh, no need to be that way! Sealand's really nice! And Mr. England is, too…" His gaze seemed to grow distant and nostalgic as he thought of England, and he was only snapped back to reality when Wy spoke again.

"Mr. Bushy Eyebrows, more like. He's just as irresponsible and childish, if not more! Have you ever seen a grown nation, especially one who used to be an empire, with fairies and unicorns?!"

"I get what you mean, yeah." Australia chuckled, although a ittle quitter, and cracked his knuckles. "Also…Wy…who did you say wanted to date you in a couple of years?"

"W-why are you like that all of a sudden?!"

"Ah, Romano~!" Italy beamed, racing up to his brother and the final micronation of the 'meeting' held on that very day. "You raised him well! He's so cute, like you were back then!"

"S-shut up, damnit!" Romano, as always, turned beet red in embarrassment. Seborga laughed to himself, smiling up at Italy.

"You know…have you seen any pretty girls lately, Italy?"

"Ooh! I have! She and a few friends were in the plaza not far from here! Her hair was very nice and long, and she smelt of perfume even from where I was standing! Her eyes were beautiful…"

"Oh, really? Wow! What did you do, then?"

"Well, first I went up to her…"

Romano threatened to hit his head very hard on the wall a couple of times, but tought better of it and kept in his anger. This could go on for hours, and there were no tomatoes in sight. None.
It was official. Romano had done something wrong, very wrong, and he needed to pay for it, though he couldn't think of what he'd messed up so very badly to get into this situation.
This was his first glimpse of living hell.

"What?! But Santa does exist! Who do you think brings all the presents?! And eats all the…the cookies, and drinks all the milk?!"

"No, he doesn't. Parents and family members do all that, silly. Will you two ever learn?"

"Oh, yeah, Wy? Well, let's see some proof!"

"I spotted Australia wrapping the exact doll I wanted yesterday. A couple of hours later he was trying on a Santa costume, and Finland appeared in his house for, hmmmm, no reason at all. Proof enough for you, Seborga?"

"…B-but Santa does exist! You guys are mean!"

"Wait, Sealand, I was trying to help you!"

"You made things worse! And now Wy is laughing at me!"

England, Australia, Italy, and Romano stood quietly, watching the argument. Maybe this wasn't such a wonderful idea after all. Maybe three more hours wasn't worth it. Maybe they should just give them all independence and be off with the kids for good...

But they, as grown, strong nations, couldn't handle it. They were all too lonely.
And besides, pegasi got old when they began to spread manure all over Birmingham.

Hello there guys! :D
So, I was off school, and I spent my time finishing Beautiful World and drawing Doitsu for a really angsty drawing. Whoops. :'(
I NEED MOAR HETALIA. FEED ME MOARZ. x3
Anyway, thanks for staying with me so far! We're pretty much halfway there now. :D
(I also realised there's a ton of other fics just like this one at the moment. They're really good, and they post a little earlier than mine. Check 'em out. :3)
See you all tomorrow! I hope none of you get sick, too. It sucks. :'P