"Do you think Rudolph the red nosed reindeer actually had a red nose, or do you think he just had a really bad undiagnosed snow allergy so his nose was always stuffy and raw? I mean it makes sense right? Who would suspect a reindeer of being allergic to snow?"

"No America, he just had a lifelong dream of becoming a clown and he wore a red nose around to symbolize his commitment to his goals. I mean duh, everyone knows that."

It was Christmas eve and Iceland and America were snuggled up together on the couch under a large quilt that Rose Cleveland had made for America in 1894. The Christmas tree was all lit up and decorated with strings of popcorn (although Iceland thought it was pretty silly to decorate a tree with food), and they were both halfway done with steaming hot cups of coco.

Iceland had of course been peeved over the fact that it wasn't his year to dictate Christmas traditions, and therefore wouldn't get to have a new, Christmas eve book, but once he had spent a few minutes bemoaning the fact that he was having an American Christmas, the two men had settled down to enjoy a truly idyllic evening.

"But the movie never said he wanted to be a clown."

"What does the movie know?"

"More than you."

"You don't know that."

"Humm," America mumbled, taking another sip of his coco and watching out the window as snow began to fall, "and how would you know so much about Rudolph? I haven't seen him show up in any Icelandic movies or folk tales."

"I don't need to include him in my folktales," Iceland explained, waving his hands about dramatically to emphasize his point "You see I once dabbled in the prospect of becoming a ringmaster, and while I was working as an apprentice under the great Norman Barrett, Rudolph the red nosed reindeer came to me and asked if he could work under me as a clown someday when I had my own circus. So yeah, I definitely know more about Rudolph's career ambitions then Will Vinton."

"Hey Icy?"

"Yes, Ame?"

"Are you high?"

"Only if you put edibles in my coco."

"So you're just in a weird mood then," America mused as he carded his fingers through the other man hair.

"Define weird," Iceland demanded.

"Would you stop being contrary just for the hell of it? It's Christmas eve for christ sake."

"Yet here you are taking the Lord's name in vain."

"What are you a Puritan?"

"No, but if memory serves me correctly you are."

"Fair enough," America sighed, "so tell me more about your short-lived endeavor to become a ringmaster.

"Oh thank god you're suspending disbelief now! Okay so," he began as America zoned out and the snow outside began to stick, "Once upon a time in the faraway land of Vvestfiordving…"

Iceland's tail carried on long into the night as many Icelandic tails do, and within a few hours America was asleep and the snow on the windowpane was piled so high that you couldn't see the world anymore. As his story came to a close Iceland looked up to see his boyfriend snoring lightly and he smiled. He was going to have an American Christmas, but as long as it was with this American that was okay.

AN: Hi all! Still working on Building Love Out of Legos, but I wanted to do a real short drabble for the Christams Season. Sorry It couldn't be longer, but ya know, finals and all that.

Reviews are always appreciated!