This is a bit early for a Christmas fic, true, but It's going to be twelve chapters long, and I might do an epilouge, so I thought I should start posting now so it's all online by Christmastime. This idea just wouldn't leave me alone, and I finally gave in and decided to write it. There will be several pairings mentioned, and probably some drunk!England in later chapters. I hope you guys like this! I'm working on developing ideas for a Spain X Romano as I write this, so if updates aren't quite as regular as I usually try to make them I apologize in advance. Merry Early Christmas!
I don't own Hetalia.
Warnings: Eventual mentions (or more) of RussiaXCanada, UsXUk, SpainXRomano, GermanyXItaly, and brief cameos of other pairings. If any of these pairings offend you greatly, or if Romano's language offends you, stop now or forever hold your peace.
Reviews are appreciated, and any pairings you would like cameos of, lyric ideas for the story's accompanying song, or ideas you have for the plot line will be read and hopefully used in later chapters.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Canada rushed into the conference room, panting out, "Sorry I'm late, I just…" he trailed off when he saw that the meeting hadn't started. "Oh good, you held it for me?" he asked, surprised.
England looked up. "Ah, now that America's finally here we can begin." Canada slapped his forehead, and turned around to see America standing behind him. Really? Last time he checked he wasn't that transparent. Oh well…
America ran up to the podium, and grinned at the assembled countries. "Okay guys, I have an announcement!" The room looked at him with interest. "Christmas eve is in twelve days!" He cried, fingers spreading out into jazz hands on either side of his head.
The room was silent for a minute as they processed this. Finally, Germany stood. "Now that America has reminded us of the already well known date of Christmas, let's get down to business. Remember, only eight minutes a speech, and NO eating pasta during the meeting."
"I believe that what mon Amérique is trying to point out is that we still haven't picked a place for our Christmas party." Said France. He put an arm around England, and placed his other hand on the man's knee. "Perhaps it should be at my place, no?"
Ignoring the English man's cries for help and yelled insults, Germany nodded. "Sounds reasonable. Now then, let's get to work, we'll worry about the party once France sends out the invitations. Who would like to speak?" Italy raised his hand quietly. Germany groaned. "Germany recognizes his friend Italy."
With a wide smile, Italy pointed to the clock, which was at twelve o'clock. "Time for paaaastaaaaa!"
And with that, Germany's carefully organized meeting went downhill at a ridiculous speed.
The lunch buffet was stormed, leaving only scraps for the few who dawdled behind to talk. Romano was holding a plate of tomatoes, while Spain followed behind him whispering something about tomatoes and blushing. England was insulting France, punching and kicking the man at every opportunity. America had produced a hamburger from who knows where, and was eating it as he cheered on England. Russia was talking to Canada in a desperate attempt to avoid his sister Belarus, who was standing behind them and smiling at Russia's back as Lithuania tried to talk to her.
All in all, a normal meeting.
When the lunch break was finally over, Germany managed to restore some order. "Now then, does anyone wish to say something?"
France smiled. "I've decided that my party will require everyone to come in pairs. You may come… "stag", but you will be matched up at the party." He waved aside the cries of horror. "It will be more fun, and ensure everyone has a dancing partner. Who knows, perhaps some will find traces of l'amour there! I shall have to provide special private rooms for those couples who get carried away, lost in each other's eyes and lusting for more than public will allow…"
"Shut up!" Yelled England, shoving his chair away from France's.
"England! Your hero will save you!" America called, diving toward the two superman style.
Germany buried his head in his hands. "Just… go. Meeting adjourned."
And in less than a minute, the room was empty except for two people.
France crossed his legs, and examined the ceiling. "Ah… this should be an interesting Christmas, no?"
Germany rubbed his eyes and stood. "Very. Um…" he looked away with a carefully blank face. "If we did come without a partner, would there be any way of ensuring you put us with someone? I mean, so we didn't have to ask them? I'm only asking so that you will think to plan these things of course." He added hurriedly.
Smirking, France nodded. "Oui… that could be arranged… for a price." Seeing Germany's expression, he sighed. "For the sake of true love then. I will pair you and your little Italian."
Nodding, Germany stood. "I'll be looking forward to receiving the invitation then."
"I expect them to be out today or tomorrow depending on the distance they must travel."
"That's good, they'll be out in plenty of time."
"Yes."
Germany began to walk to the elevator, with France following. "Who are you going to ask?"
France shrugged. "My Angleterre seems to have found someone who catches his eye, so I have no one to ask. I will take my chances with my pairing system and trust that my soon-to-be partner and I will find love that night, caught in the heat of the moment he or she will turn to me and say-"
Germany closed the elevator doors in his face, attempting to clear his mind of the mental image France had produced. An interesting Christmas indeed…
Attention Countries of the World!
You are invited to Une fête de Noël (A Christmas Party)
Where: France's House
When: December 25th, from 7pm to midnight (and later if you wish)
Everyone must come in pairs, or will be paired upon arrival. Music, Drinks, and Food will be provided. Gift bags will be passed out before departure. I hope to see you there and in the spirit!
Répondez S'il Vous Plaît
Francis
...An invitation to a perverse man's party.
In every chapter I'll be doing lyrics to the twelve days of christmas set to the story. I don't own that song, but I did make up the variations.