Author's Note:

I should've posted this yesterday, now it ain't Christmas me my place! XC..anyway, I really like this one and I hope you all like it too. Again, I am back in my Ipad! XD

I have been dying to make FACE fic for a while and finally I made one! Anyway, you can clearly see that I favor FrUs than USUK as you will notice! Happy Holidays everybody!

GCJakey's Notes:

This is kinda a continuation of 'Locked inside him' and I think it's sweet how America's the center of all their attentions.

Hungary's dropping by.

And there is a short extra.

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EDIT: 'M SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE MY TYPOS!XC...I RUINED IT FOR YOU GUYS! I fixed it though...please tell me if there is still something wrong!

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An Unconnected Memory that somehow makes sense in all this!

Alaska, 507 BC

It's been a few weeks since she gave birth to beautiful twins. Her beautifully warm brown arms held them tightly near her soft bosom. Her onyx-black hair, untied and unkept due to taking care of the rambunctious two, was like a mass of shining beads as the moon shined. Though strange with their alabaster skin and beautiful shades of blues and violets, she loved them deeply.

The younger one started to cry, she stopped. Flashing her rich brown eyes, she rocked her two babies, shushing and humming until he quitted.

"We're almost there…" She said softly as she trekked to the top of the mountain she was currently residing.

She was finally on top, standing between two pine trees that were part of a rather small 'oasis' on top. The starry night was breath-taking but with her ears tingling strongly, she knew that the moment she was waiting for was just around the corner.

"Almost there, just a LIIIITLLE bit more." She smiled, rocking her babies in excitement. They giggled and squealed, their pink noses were starting to snot.

Suddenly, green lights broke the bluish black sky. Slight flashes of blue and red accompanied the green curtain as the sky became bright with an Aurora.

"They say that all the great spirits are up there." She looked up, admiring the view. "…You can actually see them if you looked closely. I mean, we can…and some people…but to others, It's just a beautiful curtain, look!" She nudged the two to look up.

The two blinked in unison, staring for a while before kicking their legs and flailing their arms in laughter. They started to glow, the older in red and the other in gold. The light came from web patterns from all-over their bodies.

"So you do see it." The woman smiled. She looked up and saw the huge parade of figures. There were animals running, gliding, swimming, and flying. "They said that the great spirits often took the form of animals, don't know why but they look a lot more entertaining that way."

"I hope that they'll treat you two kindly." She cuddled her glowing babies closer. Just then, three objects flashed against the stream of light. Those three flashes approached the new family of three. The girl stepped one foot back, making sure that they were not about to harm her precious boys.

A colt sprung out of the light, strange considering that horses have become extinct in their part of the world. An eaglet was on his head, shaking his head and giving small squeaks and craws. The baby ungulate tried to walk towards her left, where his younger twin was, while balancing his fluffy bird friend.

The blue-eyed child gave a small sneeze as the hot breath of the bigger animal blew on his face. The said creature pulled his head back, unsure what to do next. It wasn't until the bird tapped his feet that his bigger companion decided to come back for a very strange slobbery lick.

Before the mother could smack the animal away, the baby grabbed its nostrils and played with it, laughing.

Just then, she heard a bear call, deep yet warm. A giant polar bear came out of nowhere and decided to go to the child on the right. Its big wet nose was knocked on softly by the purple-eyed boy's uncoordinated hands.

"Guess you do listen after all!" She called out loudly then she felt like people were staring at her. She looked up and saw the spirits staring at her like 'What the fuck, you think we'd do something else?'

"Sorry, go on and thanks!" She apologized as she went on her way back to her awesome cave with a fire and complete with awesome interior designs like fur walls, weird murals, and seatings everywhere. Yes, she was an extremely advanced hermit. Hopefully, her kids won't mind her quirkiness.

*EXTRA INFORMATION*

Since then, the two have been transfixed by auroras. They were more special to them than to anyone else since they had a sentimental meaning. After a while, America got a bit jealous at his own brother since he got to see the Northern Lights more often than he could. It was not like he couldn't hang around Canada's place but it was more on him having a place where that stuff happens and him having none.

So it was no surprise that Al kept on wagging his invisible tail when his boss decided to buy Alaska. Sadly, the fact that he was pulled away from the cold for so long made his resistance plummet down. It's getting better though, he's slowly getting his resistance back.

…

Hang in there Al!

*END OF EXTRA INFORMATION*

Face Family: The Brave Little Soldier

He had a terrible limp...but it was feeling just a little bit better. He had his powers to thank and the roaring fire and the comfortable little cottage he was currently living in.

He was wearing his dirty white shirt and some coal-black pants, the only thing he has been wearing for days since the very cold snow-enveloped forests were not the best place to dry clothes.

He was sweeping the floor, a common practice he has watched Francis and Arthur do around the house. This has been a regular thing that he has done for the past seven months, the two guardians being away for reasons he was not sure of.

It was definitely a bit of relief to have them away. Nobody scolded him for hunting their food since he constantly forgot thatfood was given to them. Nobody would complain from the blood-splattered clothes he had on for skinning and cleaning his meals. And nobody was there to complain about the huge smoke that comes from smoking the meat.

It was just him and his twin for the mean time.

He suddenly fell to the floor as he felt a searing pain strike his shoulder. He winced and held back tears, massaging the very sore part of his body.

"Don't cwy now, Awfwed...y-yew stwong..." The child rubbed his reddening eyes, wishing that his mother was still around.

After a few moments of crying and building his courage up, he shakily stood up. His leg was in terrible condition but it should take a few more days to heal along with his back that was full of scratches and bites. His face that had bruises blooming on top and on the sides. And even his small brilliant wings were plucked of some feathers and broken.

"Time to give Mattie his dinnew." He put on a happy smile as he placed some shredded smoked squirrel on a piece of bark, it was the only thing he could find to plate Mattie's food with.

Feeling his lungs with air, he looked up the daunting flight of stairs. He sighed and trekked clumsily, accidentally dropping some pieces of his brother's food.

Through the tears, he made it. He climbed up the chair beside the thick door and twisted the knob, letting the soft light of his candle seep through the crevice.

"B-bwothew..." He said shakily, wanting the other to know his presence.

His heart started to beat real loud and his palms were sweaty. "I-I bwought you yew dinnew! I hope you didn't destwoy ouw wast pwate."

"I see you still have problems with your words, BROTHER!" An identical yet cold voice was just behind him. America was too shocked to move, his candle was dropped and the very hot flame scratched his already burned feet. He screamed only to get socked.

"I do not like loud noises..." The older twin's eyes shined a sickening red and his huge mouth of needle and broken glass teeth were gnawing on the lovingly made squirrel and even the bark.

Alfred bit his bottom lip, forcing his screams back as his brother held his ankles with his clawed hands.

"You have been avoiding me..." The little monster snickered.

"I wasn't I was just cweaning and yew sick...so I-I..." He screamed when black claws dug deep to his ankle.

"Liar."

"D-don't make me huwt you!" The younger twin warned gaining a demonic laugh from his older twin he decided to move closer and closer.

"Why don't I take one of your pretty little yellow eyes?" He threatened, his free hand getting closer and closer to the boy's amber eyes.

"NO!" The boy screamed, unknowingly using his strength to push his brother away and into the shards of glass that he been playing with.

"You little..." The other twin said getting up with blood dripping everywhere. He lunged forward only to be stop by one strong hand, effectively crushing his wrist.

"I SAID NOOOOOOOO!" Alfred screeched, painful electricity surging from his body and shocking his brother until he fell to the ground.

America ran for his life, continuously falling and stumbling until he was at the door, locking it for good until the morning...when he has to do it again and again and again.

He rolled down the stairs and sat back up to his knees, his eyes were hurting with the tears he was shedding.

He got up to his feet, going to the fire place where there was a thin torn blanket, a basin of water and his dinner comprising of bark, cooked guts of the squirrel from earlier and some shreds of fish he got from scavenging along the river.

He shut his eyes, his body shaking. He clutched on his red bracelet, hoping that Mr. Viking knew what was happening. He begged his mother to come back. He begged for anyone to come help him.

"U-um...yew G-God, wight? I-I mean...couwd you h-hewp me? I-I weawwy want hewp..." He said weakly, looking up the ceiling before taking a drink from his meager bowl of water.

Alfred was rolling in his sleep, snoring and drooling all over his bed before finally falling to the floor with a loud thud. His wings flapped wildly.

"Huh...*garble* ...hmmm...wha-huh?" He sat up, his eyes still looking tired. His mind was still not up for waking up but he decided it was better to get an early start today anyway. He scratched the back of his head before yawning loudly, his limbs outstretched, toes curling, and hands balling.

He smacked his dry lips and cleared his throat before flipping gracefully up on his night stand, assuming a very felid position. His wings stretched out as well as he cracked his neck and fingers and toes before folding back into nothing.

He got his feet down the floor, looking at how damaged they were.

He smiled, good thing that's all over.

He scratched his back through his foot ball shirt and dug in his itchy pits. He brushed his hair up and it gracefully plopped backwards to the side, his cowlick being the only one that did not move. He moved down to his chin that was already starting to itch as the morning shadow settled in.

He shook his head and gave a goofy smile as he opened the door and went down the stairs.

He immediately heard pans frying and smelled food burning. This cannot be good.

"Damn frying pan!" A loud voice cursed as he went in.

No surprise. It was Britain, trying to cook the family's annual Christmas breakfast. He wasn't supposed to cook. Well, not because he wasn't a good cook since he was starting to get better at it. It was because, it's tradition for the four of them to cook it together.

What a wonderful Christmas it was last night. Artie and Francis weren't bickering, they went to church on time, caroling around the neighborhood and volunteering at homeless shelters were definitely fun.

"Hey, Artie...need a hand?" He smiled, discarding the burnt toast.

"I am completely capable of cooking thank you very much!" The Brit was definitely not going to let him do some of the work.

"Shouldn't we wait for Mattie and Francis?" He asked politely, his ex-guardian turned beet-red.

"I-I just wanted to surprise you three...it's not like I was a decent cook 'til now." The older man confessed as he got cracking again.

"Alright then, I'll be here I guess." America smiled as he jumped to the couch, cuddling the throw pillows as his purrs escaped his mouth effortlessly.

Arthur shook his head, concentrating on his work before slowly and surely drifting to how horrible a guardian he was to the happy American with deep problems. Who the hell could stay happy with everything he had to go through...even he didn't have it that rough...but it was still rough enough to make even overly manly man cry, what more if he lived Al's life.

He stared at the buffer younger nation who was playing with a small ball with his feet like a little kitten. The American's sweat pants rolled down his toned legs, revealing more of those heinous scars, he has obsessed on those particular scars for so long that he has filtered out later scars from those that haunted him the most. He gripped on the pan's handle as guilt started gnawing his soul once more.

Alfred had five more hours before Matthew's lunch and the house was clean...so he could try reading again. He usually read a loud just to get his r's and l's right. Even if his older twin was just in a momentary deranged state didn't mean he didn't have a point a few weeks back.

"...w-W...LLlllLLLet... t-the-w...THERRRrrre be L-light..." He strained as he read the only books that were around.

He started reading more and more, casually going back and forth the French and English books that were at the mercy of his careful whim.

He learned new words like 'Vagina' and 'Penis'...they might be names but it seems that the book was worn out from being opened so many times.

He heard the door open and he immediately fix the books and run up to the two men that were just about to enter. He hugged both of their legs tightly together, making both laugh warmly. America laughed as well, smearing snot and tears.

"Aw-ARTHUR!" He smiled brightly, proud that he pronounced the older man's name correctly. He got a soft pat on the head and was carried to the Brit's shoulder, bringing him to eye-level with France who was smiling.

"Fra-FRANCIS! See I got them right!" He giggled and Francis immediately squeezed him tight, but the sudden gesture made him wince noticeably.

"Quoi?" France looked worried as he settled the younger boy down.

"Oh..n-non...I'm fine... Tres bien! See I got that right too!" He winked cheekily, just then his sleeve rolled up as he scratched his head, revealing the dark patches that covered his arm that was tightly wrapped in a bloody and dirty cloth.

"What happened to you!" Arthur became hysterical as he took Alfred's shirt in a hurry, revealing even more bruises and scars.

"Who did this to you!?" England shook the child, who was not even looking at him.

"WHO?! Tell me, damn it!" He started shouting and there the child was tough as a rock.

"Matthew did this didn't he?" Francis kneeled down, his gentle hands running through the child's hair.

He looked up and started crying, shaking his head.

"N-no! It was me!" He screamed, looking down the floor. "I didn't feed him on time so he might've g-gotten hungwy o-or maybe he got wonley...b-because I w-was cw-cleaning..." He collapsed to his knees, continuing to sob loudly to no end.

"It's not your fault, Alfred." France petted the child's soft hair shushing him calmly while in his arms. England was left stunned and confused.

"H-how can Matthew do this...he is a nice little boy..." The Brit blurted out, his eyes in horror at the revelation.

"I guess I might've forgotten to tell you something..." France looked guilty as he carried crying America, cradling him protectively.

Francis was very sore as he went down the stairs, only wearing a thin purple robe and not bothering to throw on some underwear.

England sure did a very thorough job with him...honestly, it was like his sexual knowledge was rubbing off on him or he just memorized how to please him to 7th heaven.

He has got to keep him on his toes. Yeah, make him work harder to get his buns.

His body was marvelous, noticeably smaller than Al's and Mattie's but noticeably bigger than Arthur's and here he was, the 'matriarch' of the family.

Waking up without Artie holding him was an obvious indicator that he has yet again attempted to cook breakfast. He sighed as he rubbed his strong traps before pony-tailing his soft hair.

He walked in on his lover, who was staring at Alfred who was still playing with a soft ball.

Sigh. The food's burning again. Like, really it was one fire.

"Oh, mon Cher?" The Brit grunted in response. "The food's burning..." The calm observation immediately made the man frantic as he once again put out the strong flame.

"...Bonjour, mon petit Alfred!" He greeted as he sat beside the American who was lying on his back.

"Bonjour à vous aussi!" He replied before clutching the ball with his foot and sitting up. He didn't like being called that anymore but he couldn't force France and at least he was happy with it.

(A/N: Good morning to you too.)

*MAD SKILLS*

"Joyeux Noël!" Alfred gave him his seasons greetings before hugging the European warmly, already sniffing the contents of last night's activities rather accurately.

"Whoa!" He pulled away, covering his laughing mouth but the way the edges of his eyes crinkled failed to hide it. "Y-you two got too wild last night!"

"No heightened senses around the house! It gives me and Arthur just a bit more privacy from you two!" France had his hands on his hips before pecking his adopted son's forehead.

"Je suis trop vieux pour vos baisers." He pulled away, rubbing his forehead. "I'm less than a century younger than you!"

(A/N: I am too old for your kisses.)

"You are never too old." France was going to kiss him again if it wasn't for the tattooed hand stopping him. The European started to trash his hands about, finally gripping America's sleeves and digging the insides of his shirt. His delicate fingers started to roam around the well-trained body earning hysterical laughter form the other.

"S-STOP IT!"

Then there was a huge groping tickle fight that Francis was winning. He had now lifted the loose football jersey over Al's head revealing the taut beauties that were his abs.

He stopped tickling in an instant. A shame, he was supposed to do the mouth on the belly thing parents did to their babies. HE WAS STILL HIS BABY! DAMN IT!

It was the scars that bothered him. Numerous burns. Numerous lines. All traumatic to France, even after years.

Alfred was just calming down from the laughter, rolling his loose sleeves up his wonderful arms. "S-see...we look so sweet that Artie's jealous!" He snickered, pointing out the watching Brit.

France shook his head. "Oh, he won't mind..." He smiled, rubbing the pumped arms comfortingly.

"If you say so..." America's eyes softened into its calm hues. He left the other politely as he marched to the kitchen, forcing his help to England he kept on lacking concentration.

"You know what to do...it is the only way." France regretted informing such heartless maneuver.

"We can find another way, frog...I-I can't jus...I don't know how to raise a child!" England yelled frantically, pacing back and forth on the snowy ground.

"Is that more important now than keeping Alfred safe?" The French man reasoned as he crossed his arms, looking back at the child back home from afar. He was fully aware that America was listening on them, he appreciated that he wasn't running up to them and crying.

"N-no...but..." Arthur stopped, looking at the ground in shame and anger.

"You do not like me...and I see no reason why I would see you more than a person I could grope..." Francis flirted just to ease the tension inside him.

"But if you really care for that child then start taking responsibility for him! I will take care of little Matthieu." He declared, receiving an unconvinced face from the other.

"I am more than capable of handling a child with a similar condition as mine..." France scleras turned pitch black, his irises turned wicked purple and his pupils dilated. It looked like a ball of black with a meager ring of electric violet. Veins started popping out along his neck and a strange seal that took England by surprise.

It was a brilliant violet ring with cross on the center and intricate patterns woven around it. The veins started to turn black going down his arm which turned clawed. His bones cracked hunching his posture just by a bit and his teeth turned razor-sharp.

"Believe me now?" Francis's voice was deep and brooding as he panted heavily.

"I am surprised to say the least." Arthur scoffed as the man went back to his normal form.

"Do we have a deal?" The taller blonde rubbed his neck as he extended an arm.

The shorter one nodded and shook the hand, starting to have respect for the frog.

"So...is Matthew planning to wake up? I mean, you woke up before him, a strange occurrence." Arthur, who was finally getting somewhere with his omelet, asked the younger twin as he prepared his divine hot chocolate.

"Of course he is...he's just probably sore from last night." Alfred answered as he added some of the extra spices and flavor to his famous drink.

England groaned. "You two are still at it?" He asked in anger. He thought that they'd stop nailing each other by now, remembering the events last Christmas that destroyed their house should've been a very explicit lesson.

"What?" America blinked his eyes in confusion before smiling. "Oh no...we stopped long ago. He just brought someone home last night, didn't you see her?" He laughed, bringing the concoction to a simmer.

"Indulge me..." Arthur smirked, getting curious.

"I guess you just have to see for yerself, I ain't tellin' ye nothin'!" He brought his light Texan to a thicker southern drawl.

"I will ignore your error, cowboy." The older of the two smiled.

The American laughed, scratching the back of his messy head.

"Oh...so our Canadian's rekindled his French side...what happened to yours?" France grinned as he baked some simple cookies.

"Hmmm...do I even have a French side?" Alfred teased, looking all innocent and clueless.

"Yes, you do! I raised you just as much as Arthur!" Francis looked hurt. He was definitely more daunting and clingy than his partner.

Just then France stopped registering a bit of information that he somehow found in a very very unclear context. "Have you fallen for someone?"

"W-wha! N-no...I haven't! W-where did you get shit like that?" Alfred blushed, his Adam's apple coming up and down with every heavy gulp.

"I want to meet the person who stole your heart, Alfie!" France came closer, his teeth were pearly in his grin.

"I-I better get Mattie..." He said as he hastily ran away from his adoptive father and went up the flight of stairs.

The Brit went back to cooking. 'At least we don't have to worry of that ever happening again.'

"P-please Arthur, d-don't do this!" Alfred sobbed as he was being dragged out of the small cottage.

"Didn't you say so yourself that you want a place warmer?" Arthur asked calmly, hiding all his nervousness.

"I-if means being away from brother, then I don't want to go anymore!" The child started to rub his eyes as his mouth quivered.

"Now don't be stubborn!" With a huff, England carried the child over his shoulder. The latter didn't seem to appreciate this and proceeded to kick and punch the older man, who was in pain with the child's super strength.

"I WON'T STOP!" America's shrill cry almost broke his eardrums. The small boy knocked the other down and proceeded to aggressively limp back, his broken wings trying their best to carry him.

He was blocked by Francis, who had already came prepared. Alfred gripped the cloth of the man's pants, crying as he looked up his black eyes.

"Fr-r-Fwancis! P-pwease!" His brilliant amber eyes were causing a great downpour. Winds blew forcefully and lighting was dangerously close to the small cottage.

The man went down to about Alfred's eye-level. His black teeth and gums were releasing a horrid smell as he petted the beautiful copper-blonde hair.

"Come here." He said as he pulled the small child for a warm hug. His unique eyes were also watering.

"I don't want you to go too...but, I am putting your safety first above all and the next time I visit, Mattie will be all better, okay?" He whispered as his chest spasmed. He kept on kissing America's pudgy cheeks.

"I'm not going anywhere without brother! P-please!" He repeated, voice sore as he coughed and coughed.

"Alright then...then you better sleep first..." He was picked up, Francis rocking him gently. He rubbed his eyes and was now transfixed with the hypnotic eyes of France.

Alfred felt his mind starting to go blank and his eyelids becoming heavy until he was fast asleep.

"He won't wake up for the whole day...now go, there is no time to lose!" Francis shifted back to his normal guise, handing the sleeping child to the Brit.

Arthur nodded as he hastily made his way to his horse and rode off.

"Au revoir." He smiled sadly as he whispered his farewell, feeling his heart break for his own, for Alfred, and for Matthieu.

A brunette went down the stairs with a messy head and no shoes. She had her cocktail dress on though unzipped and her trench coat was bunched in her arms. She had a few pink flowers in her hair and she slipped on her shoes, pridefully avoiding the stares of the two blonde man from the kitchen.

"Would you like to stay for breakfast, Liz? We can drive you afterwards." France asked politely as he gave a small cup of Al's hot chocolate.

"Nem." She smiled as she laced her stilettos.

(A/N: No.)

"Kérem, csatlakozzon hozzánk reggelire, Madám Magyarországon." Hearing her native tongue caught her attention, looking all around to find the man who spoked Hungarian eloquently.

(A/N: would you please join us for dinner, Madame Hungary.)

"I don't wish to start your morning in a sour note." America came down with Canada hiding behind him, lacking the charisma and power he had last night.

The older twin was wearing his dirty boxers. His body was delicious and big and defined and made her wild and his skill was superb...just duller compared to America's, probably since he didn't do this a lot. And his tattoos were addictive to look at and worship...She shook her head and refocused on theAmerican.

His smile was bright yet relaxed and comforting and though Hungary was shocked beyond all belief and felt excruciatingly guilty about screwing Canada, she was charmed senseless nonetheless.

Arthur and Francis simply rolled their eyes with a smile. Always count on Alfred to charm people to their wits.

"Szeretnék, hogy csatlakozzanak hozzád." She smiled as she fixed her hair and stood there, waiting for the four men to lead.

(A/N: I would love to join you.)

"Kösz!" America grinned before dashing down the railings with athletic and graceful flips while Canada hastily ran after him, avoiding Liz.

(A/N: Thank.)

"Merry Christmas, bro!" Alfred squeezed his brother's hand, smiling as he leaned on him.

"Merry Christmas to you too!" Mattie answered, a smile blooming on his face. He hugged his brother tightly, nuzzling on the crook of his neck as he continued to relish the moment.

"love you..." He whispered to his tanner ear.

"love you too, Mattie." Al answered back.

Arthur sighed. "I still can't believe that none of us are surprised anymore when they bring home someone."

Francis hummed in agreement. Hungary just looked on curiously.

It didn't snow as much where Alfred was forced to live in than back at Mattie's. Snow didn't cover everything and he could still go out without a thick coat on during the afternoon. But now, it was night...it was cold but the sky was clear and pretty to look at.

"What do you think brother's doing, Arthur?" America asked as he stuck his face at the glass window.

"He's probably staring at the moon like you..." Arthur smiled as he waited by the door, hoping that the two weren't late.

On the other side of the door, unknown to Alfred was a little surprise.

France had a whole sack of presents and brought some food along, along with a very shy Canadian.

His small hand tightened inside the French man's hand.

"What is wrong?" Francis asked as they waited by the porch.

"W-what if he's angry at me...I-I can't stop thinking of what I did...t-to mom and h-him..." He started crying loudly, rubbing his reddened eyes with his small fists.

"He won't, he's been crying a lot since he left, okay?" France smiled and Mattie nodded his head before the door opened.

America and Canada were too stunned, using a full minute to register what was happening before they embraced each other tightly, tears soaking their clothes that were very pricey.

"I-I'm sorry!" Whimpered the older twin only to be replied with the same words. They cried for hours and neither European seemed to mind that as they were too transfixed at how happy the two were or by the food or how annoyed they were of each other.

"Merry Christmas, you two..." The two bickering countries couldn't help but bring them in their arms for a tight embrace.

The breakfast was a success, the ham was a little overcooked but coming from Arthur, it was a sigh of relief.

They started to chat and talk about numerous kinds of stuff, the Hungarian felt surprised at how included she was in their conversation and how eventful their year was.

Then it started to go deeper into literature and science news due to one Alfred F. Jones, causing the others to grimace. A regular occurrence for the three men.

She couldn't take her eyes off their smiles, however. When it came to opening presents, it seemed that America gave the most and received the most.

The three spared no expense causing the American to give a lengthy speech about how they should not have wasted even one cent on him. It was complete with a lot of demographics and a lot of smart talk that France whispered to her was a usual thing for the bright nation.

He even added that Alfred would probably give it to the homeless instead hence he didn't buy anything too pricy. Though, he said that he'll fight with his 'son' before he gives to his wishes.

The American got a lot of new shirts from France and even a new phone from England and a collection of the newest games out there from Canada. In turn, he gave them home-made sweater, coats, and scarves that were painstakingly detailed and embroidered with patterns and colors that just suited the three. He even asked if Hungary wanted one and that he could make one in a flash.

Elizaveta felt like she has overstayed her welcome but it seemed that Alfred would not even take no for an answer, the three were urging her to say yes whenever the baby of the family had his back turned.

"Great! I'll make you one right now!" Out of nowhere, he had a a tape measure, a piece of paper and a pen. In a flash, he took her measurements and was now conceptualizing on the design.

Her green eyes looked on curiously, like a child watching on a playing toddler in a world of his own.

"Is he really this over-eager?" She, hoping to ease the tension, whispered to Canada.

"Well...not really over-eager...he's just an excitable guy...and a guy wants to do things for others..." Mattie answered, a smile also creeping his face as he watched his brother tinker away with a sewing machine that came out of nowhere.

Another hour goes by and by now, the five were watching whatever was on TV and luckily enough, there was a Christmas movie marathon.

"Finished!" America stood up with a marvelous deep green trench coat with faux diamond studs and gold beads as well as a simple cap of the same color. "I hope you like it!"

How would she not love an exquisite coat that went with her dress?

She graciously accepted it with a soft smile to ease the blush on his face.

"It's family portrait time!" France chimed, the other men grumbled. "What? It's tradition!"

The preparation was rather quick with washing their faces and brushing their teeth. Hungary was appointed camera woman until she was dragged into numerous shots.

"Last picture!" Matthew exclaimed loudly. "Carry the brave little soldier!" He grabbed Alfred by his shoulder and just like that he was carried off his feet with the other two joining in, possessively grabbing whatever they get a hold on the youngest family member.

"I-I'm not little! I-I mean I'm a lot bigger than Mattie you know!?" America blushed wildly as he flailed.

'I can prove that...' Hungary smiled as she remembered her nights with the blushing country. "Say Boldog Karácsonyt!" She cheered as he readied herself.

(A/N: Merry Christmas)

Only America was able to say it and as the three concentrated on saying the words right, he got to his feet and lifted his 'parents', resting one on each arm, and thrusting up between his twin's legs to have him sit on his shoulders.

The movement was caught all in camera, every yelp, every curse, every expression, Canada tugging on his twin's hair to balance himself and even the way the elders looked mortified as they clung onto the strong nation's shirt to steady themselves. Finally the last one was the perfect photo with all of them smiling and laughing and even an extra photo with Hungary giving a simple selfie.

Canada gave a small brotherly peck to his forehead. Franc gave one on his cheeks. And England on the other. All at the same time, America was now overheating With his deep red face.

"S-stop it! Yer embarrasin' me!" He slurred and just like before Hungary was there to capture it all.

'Best. Christmas. Ever!'