I'm back~ Heheheh! How'd you like last chapter? Enjoyable, right? Did you enjoy that little cliff hanger I left for you?

Arhtur: I swear, you are some sort of sadist.

Whatever do you mean, Arthur, dear?

Arthur: *rolls eyes* You enjoy other's pain.

Pfft, w-what? Nooo...

Peter: What's a sadist?

Arthur: *facepalm* Used context clues, you dolt.

Peter: ... Jeez, it was just a question, jerk.

Anyway... We shalt keep calm and carry on, shall we? :3

"... Alfred...?", Arhur blinked, his eyes wide with confusion, "W-what? How? What the- What the bloody hell are you doing in my house!? Coming down the chimney, no less!" Alfred grinned sheepishly and stood from his spot, "Might as well tell you now that you've seen, right?" Arthur frowned, "Might as well tell me what?" Alfred let out a small chuckle, "If you think I'm a creeper or a thief or something, that's not the case." "Then, what are you doing here?", Arthur asked as he stood. "Well, I guess you could say that I'm Santa, but I don't work alone. I'm not even the leader.", Alfred replied.

Arthur spluttered, "W-what!? That's bloody absurd! Santa doesn't exist! Having said that, I refuse to believe that you are him! You aren't old, you don't have a white beard, and you most certainly aren't fat!" Alfred grinned and laughed, "Thanks for the flattery, Artie, but I'm older than you think." Arthur crossed his arms and looked away as he grumbled, "Neither do you have the tell-tale 'ho ho ho' laugh..." "Well, I think that would offend some lovely ladies, don't you think?" Arthur sent a glare in his direction, ignoring Alfred's comment, "Prove it." Alfred laughed, "Prove what? That it'd offend ladies or that I'm kinda-sorta Santa?" "What do you think?"

"Okay~ If that's what you want!", The so-called 'Santa' then proceeded to press his finger beside his nose and the ash and soot immediately disappeared, "How's that for ya?" Arthur blinked, "I... It... It cant be! That was merely an optical illusion!" Alfred sighed, "So, you need more convincing, huh?" He then snapped his fingers and moved out of the way so Arthur could see candy and other items flying into the two stockings sitting upon the fireplace. Arthur stared wide eyed at the floating treats, "It's real... Or-or am I dreaming..." Alfred grinned, "I can assure you that you are not dreaming. Would you like me to pinch you to prove it?" Arthur shook his head and moved to sit on the couch. He placed his head in his hands, soaking all of this in. He had to entirely reevaluate his life. He began to think... He thought about all those times that his parents would be a bit confused when there was present there that they didn't buy. He thought about all those times that he left out milk and cookies and it was gone the next morning, yet he always assumed that Peter ate it... He would have to apologize for that later... Alfred placed the box under the tree and sat next to Arthur, "Ooh, you guys left milk and cookies out for me? How sweet!" He then picked up the glass and dipped a cookie into it, shoving it into his mouth afterwards. Arthur looked at him and sighed, then he took a cookie for himself. Alfred spoke, mouth full, "Hey!" Arthur rolled his eyes, "First of all, I bought them. Second of all, you practically ruined my view on life."

Alfred considered it for a moment before nodding slightly and leaning back into the couch. Arthur turned towards him and crossed his legs, "How do you do it? Delivering presents all around the world in one night, I mean." Alfred hummed, "Well, you see... It's a bit complicated. Honestly, we, by we I mean me and three others, can travel in time. You see, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually-from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint-it's really just a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... Stuff." Arthur gave him a deadpan expression, "That's a quote from Doctor Who." Alfred grinned, "You know it!" Arthur sighed, "Can you be serious for a moment?" Alfred continued to grin, "Where's the fun in that? In all seriousness, though. I do time travel." Then, he stood, grabbing the plate with the remaining three cookies and drinking the rest of the milk, "The others might want some cookies. Well, I gotta go! I have some presents to deliver!"

Arthur stood and followed Alfred to the fireplace, "When will I see you again?" Alfred turned back to him with a smile on his face, "I'll visit later today. I'll tell you more, then, but you also have to tell me some things about yourself!" Arthur nodded slowly and watched as Alfred began to climb into the fireplace, "Uh, Alfred!" "Yeah?"

Arthur blushed and his eyes darted back and forth between Alfred's face and the mistletoe hanging above him. Alfred, following his gaze, looked up and his grin grew even wider, "Would you like to kiss Santa Claus?" Arthur blushed even more and looked away, "W-what? That's absur-" He was cut off when Alfred pulled him close with his free arm and kissed him passionately. When they pulled apart, Arthur was breathless and he was at a loss for words, gaping like a fish. Alfred shot him his signature grin and pulled away, "The hero will see you later, babe!" Then, he pressed the side of his nose again and Arthur watched as he ascended up the chimney with his signature laugh.

"Arthur...?", Arthur jumped at the sound of his brother's voice. He turned and looked at the boy rubbing his eyes vigorously as if trying to will away an illusion, "Peter! Why are you up?" Peter dropped his arms by his side, "Well, I was woken up by speaking and I came down here to check what is was. Then, I saw a guy dressed like Santa kiss you and fly up the chimney... Artie, am I dreaming?" Arthur sighed, "No, lad, you aren't dreaming. We'll talk in the morning. For now, let's just head to bed." Then, for the second time, Arthur ushered Peter up the stairs as Peter yawned.

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Meanwhile...

Alfred was extremely happy as he walked across the roof to his supposed 'sleigh' with a skip in his step. "What took you so long!?", Matthew scowled. Alfred laughed, "Hey, it's not like we're in a hurry, right Berwald?" The large man with light blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and glasses merely grunted. "Even so, what held you up?", Tino asked. If possible, Alfred's smile grew even bigger, "Oh, y'know, I got you guys some cookies." Tino frowned lightly, "Don't tell me you stole them..." Alfred shook his head quickly, "No! Of course not! Heroes don't steal! The inhabitants of this house left it out for us!" Alfred climbed in the vehicle next to Matthew, "Who wants a cookie~?" Berwald and Matthew silently took a cookie while Tino said thank you and off they flew.

Matthew clutched the polar bear, Kumajiro, in his arms a bit tighter, "Alfred, can I ask you something...?" Alfred hummed, "What is is, Mattie?" "What really happened in that house?" Alfred's smile faltered a bit, but a hero can not tell a lie! "Honestly? Well, um... Arthur, the pretty Brit with the green eyes and cute caterpillar eyebrows, was awake when I got there... He was surprised and confiscated one of my cookies for changing his view on life and, well... I kissed him before I left! Oh, and I also promised to visit him later...", Alfred's voice got progressively softer as he spoke, afraid of what his brother might say. Matthew blinked, "... He didn't scream or anything even though you changed his view on life? All he did was confiscate... a cookie?" Alfred nodded skeptically. Matthew rubbed his chin, '... This has never happened before... What could this mean...?'

And thus, this chapter ends! Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Arthur: *is blushing* H-he kissed me...

Yes, yes he did.

Peter: I think I was dreaming... Arthur was kissing Santa Claus...

Arthur: Until... U-until next time...