I haven't posted anything in a while, so I might as well get started with something! Who's ready for a Christmas fic? YAAAAAAYYYYY! Don't judge me if it's bad. I'm sorry!

DISCLAIMER: 私はヘタリアをしょゆうしていない(Watashi wa hetaria wo shoyuu shite inai![I don't own Hetalia!]) If I did, it wouldn't be quite as innocent as it is now... There would likely be a lot more mmmhhmmhmm *cough* You didn't read anything...

Peter: I get to be in this story!

Arthur: Belt up, tosser.

Peter: Oh yeah, I read the script and jerkface Arthur has to -

*clamps hand over Peter's mouth* SHUTUPPETERHEDOESN'TKNOWYET!

Arthur: What don't I know?

Dang, I forgot that he hangs out with Alfred all the time and is used to understanding fast talking...

Arthur: *blushes* I-I don't hang out with him all the time!

ANYWAY~ ONWARD WITH THINE STORY, THOU PEASANTS! (I'm kidding, please don't kill me. TT~TT)

It was a few days before Christmas, December 23. A blond haired, green eyed man hummed Christmas carols softly to himself as he strolled along in the store, trying to find a present for his little brother. 'That brat usually tells me what he wants...', He thought to himself as he surveyed the cart in front of him, 'Decorations, check... Stockings, check... Hats, check... Candy, check...' He paused by a rack stocked with Christmas cookies, '... Well, just a little couldn't hurt... Besides, Peter would want to leave cookies and milk out for Santa, right...?' Thus, with such reasoning, he grabbed quite a few boxes, giving in to his sweet tooth.

There was a buzz in his pocket, indicating that he received a text.

From: Peter

hey bushy brows i want that pokemon x game for my 3ds! don't let me down artie!

Arthur grit his teeth at the message, quickly texting back as he cringed at how the twelve-year-old typed the message.

To: Peter

You're eyebrows are just as bushy as mine! Also, my name is not Artie, brat! I'll get you your stupid game.

"Kids these days...", Arthur muttered to himself as he felt the phone buzz in his hand once again. Once again, he read what was displayed on the touch screen.

From: Peter

thanks! love ya jerkface!

Arthur couldn't help but smile slightly at the bittersweet message sent to him by his little brother.

To: Peter

Love you too, brat.

As he slipped the phone back into his pocket, he reevaluated his shopping cart, once again checking its contents. 'Oh! I forgot wrapping paper and the like!', He thought as he scurried off to retrieve the rest of his items including Peter's present(and eggnog).

(=^・^=)

Arthur was humming Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer as he leisurely walked toward his car in the shop's parking lot. He hadn't realized he'd been singing it until someone started to sing along with him, "Then one foggy Christmas eve~ Santa came to say, 'Rudolf with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?'"

Arthur jumped and turned around to find the culprit smiling brightly at him. The man was... Breathtaking, to say the least. He had a pearly white smile placed perfectly upon a perfect, tan face topped with wheat-blond hair with a tuft of hair that decided that it wanted to defy gravity.(A/N: I WANT TO TRY~ DEFY~ING GRAVITY~!) Not only that, but he had the most ethereal baby-blue eyes. Also, he was taller than Arthur by about six inches with a strong build, as opposed to Arthur who was quite small and, although he would never admit it, a bit on the feminine side.

Arthur hadn't realized he'd been staring for a while until the man cleared his throat, "Uh, hi!" Arthur felt his cheeks heat up as he spoke, "H-hello..." The man's grin seemed to grow wider after he heard Arthur speak, "I liked your singing! Have you ever considered becoming a pro?" Arthur's face grew hotter at the flattery, "N-no, I'm pretty happy with my current career." "Well, That's a shame... My name's Alfred F. Jones!", the other said as he thrust his hand towards Arthur for a handshake. Arthur cautiously slipped his smaller hand into the other's larger one. Arthur felt as if his arm would be ripped off from the vigorous handshake. When he was let go, he coughed nervously, "Uh, well, it was nice meeting you, but I have to go..."

Alfred frowned slightly, but his grin came back so quickly it seemed as if he never frowned in the first place, "Okay! You never told me your name, though! What if I see you around sometime, but I don't know your name?" Arthur flushed slightly as he took a sidestep in the direction of his cart, "A-Arthur... Arthur Kirkland..."

"Okay! See you around, Arthur!", Alfred said as he waved as Arthur turned to walk towards his car. Arthur waved back as he quickly made his way to his car.

After unloading everything into his car and placing his cart with the others, he hopped into his car and let his head fall onto the steering wheel. He received a few angry looks from some pedestrians due to the noise produced from the car when he hit the horn with his head, yet he paid them no heed, too busy focusing on willing the blush on his face and the rapid beating of his heart away. He let out a small frustrated sound as he repeatedly banged his head on the steering wheel. 'I've never met anyone quite as attractive as he, yet I let him get away by acting like a love-struck teenage girl!', He thought as he started the ignition and angrily drove away, berating himself for his embarrassing behavior.

(=^・^=)

"Alfred, you know you weren't supposed to do that...", said a soft voice as a person that looked just like Alfred walked up to him. There were some differences, though. The other had longer, wavy hair with a curl protruding from the part instead of a cowlick. Also, he had violet eyes and a slighter build. "I'm sorry, Matthew! I couldn't help it!"

Matthew frowned and sighed, "I know, I know... Let's just go before the others start to worry." Alfred pouted, but followed, nonetheless.

Who got the reference in this chapter? Whoever is the first to get it, I'll give them a special shout-out at the beginning of the next chapter!

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Arthur: *cough*DESPERATE*cough*

I most certainly am NOT!

Peter: I'd say you are.

Shut up! No I'm not!

Anyway, more love = faster updates!

Arthur: And you say you're not desperate...

SHUT YOU'RE TRAP, TODGER!

Arthur: Todger? Are you serious? You utter twat!

Peter: Until next time!