Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Tis the season to be jolly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,

Fa la la, la la la, la la la.

Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

The Nordic countries- Finland, Sweden, Iceland, Norway, and Denmark- were gathered together in front of a very ordinary table in the basement of Sweden's house. On top of the tabLe stood present upon present, ribbon upon ribbon, completely filling the space there. In shaky, cold hands Denmark held the list, beaming as he read out the list to the others- Iceland and Norway were busy wrapping, Sweden was putting gifts in a bright red sack, and Finland was pacing nervously.

"So, we've definitely done the Allies, right?"

Sweden nodded silently while Iceland held up a small box. "Finished them ages ago. We're onto the Axis now. What did they want again, Denmark?"

Denmark peered closely at the list, bemused, before taking out a small torch and shining it on the paper. "Italy wants pasta again. He never changes, huh! Norway's already wrapped some for him. Japan says he doesn't want anything, poor guy- I guess it's manga and chocolate for him again, then. And Germany...what does this say?" Denmark looked a little closer, squinting slightly. "It just says, 'What I got last year'. What did Germany get last year?"

Finland went as red as the outfit he wore, and mumbled slightly to himself as he made his way over to Denmark and whispered in his ear what exactly Germany had received. Denmark's eyes looked as if they were to pop out of their sockets, and he blushed scarlet as manic thoughts ran through his mind. "OH MY GOD! NO! NO! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!"

As Denmark appeared to be having a nervous breakdown, Sweden turned to Finland with his altogether nonchalant look, as was always. "Oh, Finland. Judging that you only told him now, you haven't bought it yet. Where are we going to-"

Sweden stopped short as all eyes turned to him, wide and hopeful. It was getting increasingly harder not to blush. "W-what?"

They continued to stare straight at him. "Why do you think I know where to buy stuff like that?"

"Because you do." Norway stared straight into him, his look unwavering. "And you're not a liar."

"Fair point."

Two hours later, once everyone else's presents had been wrapped, Sweden made his way down the stairs to the basement, clutching a brown paper bag to his chest. "Done."

Finland was sat on the sleigh, his little hands shaking, almost in tears. "But- but I'm sure I've forgotten-"

Sweden looked over at him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Of course not, you haven't forgotten anything. Everything is perfect, thanks to what you've done. If anyone's done anything wrong it's- wait. Where is Denmark?"

"Here, Sweden..." He was still reeling from the shock.

Iceland smiled warmly, and Norway went up to the sleigh, giving Finland a small thumbs-up. "You'll do great, Finland."

It was but a few moments before he was up and away, far beyond the horizon, delivering presents to the people of the earth. It was then, in those very moments, that the four of them truly believed in Santa Claus.

MERRRRRRRY CHRISTMAS EVE! :D