Hello! It's December here!

So, as I said, I prepared a Christmas-thingy. Nothing much, an Adventskalender-fic! Well, it's kind of a lot, considering that I have my exams next week... But I should be able to post a chapter everyday !

I mostly wrote this for Nike and Gill, to excuse me to be such an asshat all day long and, also, because. You don't need a reason to give gifts. And also, to everyone I met thanks to Hetalia, the Parigos, the French from the inside, the Hetapocalypse, all the others, the ones I haven't met yet, thank you, and here is my gift for you.

So. Let's talk about serious stuff.

It's a crossover between the Nightmare Before Christmas and Hetalia. Why ? And why not ? But I will only take the universe, not make a rip-off of the plot or anything. I usually don't give a damn about Christmas but this year is a special one. I'm not native in English and therefore if you could point any mistakes thank you. It will contain songs, and really, it's the first time of my life I do so. The melody on which it's based will be precised in the AN in the beginning of the chapter if needed.

And here, I propose you to listen to "Vive le vent" and enjoy your reading!

The night seemed cold. It was dark, it was snowing between the fin trees, the wind blew and blew, no animal showed his little nose.

"It isn't weather where it's good to be outside" the fellow could say.

And said fellow couldn't be any more wrong. It was the perfect day to go outside.

And why, you would ask? Well, I will explain you. For that, just be quiet, and follow me on this little path. You just have to close your eyes and listen to the song you hear in the distance. It will lead you to the warmest and nicest place anyone could dream of…

In the end of this long way
All white of fresh snow
There is our little village
Where no one is a foe!

And indeed, everything was so warm! The song came from a tiny town in the middle of the valley, a tiny town surrounded by snowy hills. But here, it was not question of wind and white desert! All around the little place, a few tiny houses stand, with a lot of shiny lights and looking like they were made of gingerbread.

We'll welcome you with a smile
And make your stay worthwhile
You will never want to go
And here comes the show!

And this marvellous little town full of white, red and green, dozens, no, hundreds of little chaps where singing. In stripped clothes and bright hats, hall of them, old and young, where dancing happily in the middle of the square.

Oh!
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
Town of Santa Claus and the colourful elves
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
Bright city where we can all be ourselves!

The smaller were on the carousel, riding the gingerbread horses or the dazzling sleighs; some reckless kids climbed the big sticks of barley sugar and laughed at their friends stayed on the floor. The mothers brought steaming pies in the biggest house of the town, the one right in the middle. And the fathers finished to decorate the huge Christmas tree of the square.

We elves worked all year long
To make children happy
We want no one angry
When the bells sing ding-dong!

The ring of a bell began to resound in the wide starry sky. Straight away, everyone stopped what they were doing. All the elves looked up, pointing the little shadow in front of the moon.

Finally! He was here! Nobody could contain their joy and happiness. The party was about to begin!

And look who's coming
On this red shiny sleigh
In the starry night flying
It's the king of the day!

The shadow came, closer and closer, to let see a sleigh drawn by ten reindeers, dropping snow on his way.

The little elves were ecstatic, cheering and acclaiming the newcomer. One of the smallest began to cry, unable to see anything, being knee-high to a grasshopper. A very tall man, in a dark red suit, crossed the crowd to pick the little elf up and carry him on his shoulders. The kid laughed with delight, and soon four other children had found their way on the tall man's shoulders.

Oh!
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
After all the night away, Santa Claus arrived here
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
He warmed up kids' hearts, it was a good year!

The sleigh was now turning above the city, beginning to go down and dropping hundreds of white flakes on the elves and the tall man. The man steering it watched the scene with a big smile plastered on the face. He had a red and warm coat and a nice hat, and his long white beard gave him a friendly and welcoming face.

Next to him on the sleigh, a little white dog was happily yapping, running and jumping everywhere.

Merry merry Christmas to everyone
When sing in the sky the bells of the night

The sleigh had now landed, and the man didn't even had the time to pull himself together that the tall man carry him out of the sleigh and the whole city came around to hug him close or give him hot chocolate mugs, and the kids climbed the reindeers when their mothers didn't watch.

Everyone was just so happy, so friendly. It made their hearts so warm…

Oh!
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
Let's celebrate our king for this wonderful night!
Christmas Town, Christmas Town, our beautiful Christmas Town!
Let's celebrate this evening so bright !

"It was a marvellous Christmas this year too, Santa Claus!" the biggest of the elves said as he went next to the newcomer to hug him. "A marvellous Christmas, full of joy and happiness, all around the world!"
"Yes, yes it was indeed" Santa Claus laughed. "Please, Berwald, can you help me? I can't remove my beard."

The red-dressed giant, who was still holding him after helping him out of the sleigh, removed the white bunch of hair Santa Claus still had on the face until then, to reveal a fresh and young man, who made a radiant smile to thank him. Berwald blushed slightly, like every time. And wasn't able to answer to this smile until Santa Claus turned around to pick up his dog, still in the sleigh.

"Oh oh oh! Berwald is in love!" a twangy voice hummed next to the giant's ear.
"I'm not" Berwald stated coldly.

Five young elves had climbed on each other's shoulders, in attempt to reach the giant's height, and each of them was now singing with force something like "Ouh, the liar, he wants to be his lovar!", that brought them to be scolded by their mother. ("Learn how to talk, little rascals. And I already told you not to bug him")
Well, it was true that those kids really liked to make fun of Berwald, especially about his height. Berwald who could not enter any house of Christmas Town but Santa Claus', Berwald who had clown-feet, Berwald who had a hard time to find any fitting clothes.
But Berwald wasn't that much of a giant. He only was a few centimetres bigger than Santa Claus; but in the town of Christmas, everyone except them were elves.

"Santa Claus, Santa Claus! We have to celebrate this marvellous, oh marvellous Christmas!" the biggest elf said. "Come, come! We have a bottle of cider! And one of hot wine!"
"Berwald, come!" Santa Claus said with a big smile plastered on the face.

The giant's lips smiled a little, and he took the hand Santa reached out to let him lead him in his house. All the elves followed them, across the town's place singing happy Christmas songs and throwing a few snowballs.
All the lights were out, turning the city in a happy and beautiful place full of colours. The fir trees were full or decorations, and on the windowsills, cookies or pies cooled. It smelled gingerbread and cinnamon.
Berwald really liked this town. Even if there were snow and wind, it was the warmest place in the world. Even if people made fun of him, they liked him and were all his friends. They were so sweet, and had the greatest hearts of all.
And he would left it for nothing in the world.