Authors Note- Hey guys, ok so I was thinking and I thought of this REALLY cute Christmas thing…. It may be a few chapters long….. I dunno, so yeah it's late and pretty cheesy. Then again Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without a bit of cheesy-ness would it?

So yeah, sorry this is so late, its cause my internet was down, stupid random storm in the middle of the night cutting off my internet! Oh btw, I have nothing against Yaoi; I love it I just don't write it… sorry.…. READ ON!

Last Christmas…

Chapter 1- Heart Breaks and Car Crashes

"Good night, Amy! Bella Notre!" The small Italian giggled, waving me off as I got ready to leave for the night. I was a waitress at Vargas and Bonnefoy, the best restaurant in the small English town of Berwich. It was owned by three chefs: the Italian Vargas twins, Felicia and Lovina, and the Frenchman, Francis Bonnefoy.

"Night, Feli! Merry Christmas!" I called back. Felicia was the bubblier one of the twins; she was sweet and childish and slightly air-headed, but when it came to the kitchen she was a bossy, short-tempered spitfire. Lovina, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Always short-tempered, she yelled at everyone and absolutely hated any kind of display of affection. But that all changed when she entered the kitchen. When Lovina cooked, she truly came alive, filled with fiery passion and gusto.

Francis was basically a perverted Frenchman, always messing around with his best friends. Both of them are waiters like me. First there was Tonio, an air-headed Spaniard with a thing for Lovina. Gilbert was a self-proclaimed "Prussian" who somehow got it into his head that he was the "Most Awesome Person To Ever Live". He was also currently dating my twin sister, Madeline.

"See you guys after Christmas!" I flashed my infamous grin and started making my way back to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Ivan. I smiled; The tall Russian was slightly misunderstood, and most people were downright terrified of him. But none of those people were his girlfriend, were they? I journeyed up the steep steps to the 12th floor, finally getting to our home. Just as I was about to unlock the door, Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother and Feli's boyfriend, stepped out of the apartment next to mine.

"Oh, sup Ludwig?" I greeted casually, presenting a quick smile for the German.

"Oh, hallo Amelia. Frohe weihnachten. Have you seen Feli by any chance? We were going to go out on a date tonight, but she seems to still be working."

"Yeah, she's still at the restaurant, it's gettin' real busy back there. Good luck tryin' to bust her outta there." I joked, giving him a wave as he thanked me for my help, "Merry Christmas!"

I pushed the door open, took off my shoes and coat, and carried on to the living room. I frowned. All the lights were off, but that wasn't my concern. On the couch was a red tank top, and it definitely wasn't mine. I carried on through the house, willing myself not to believe the logic my head was telling me.

'It's really quite obvious that it was going to happen, Amelia. I mean seriously! Why would he spend the rest of his life with an idiotic blonde like you?!' The voice left as soon as the tears pricked my eyes. I swallowed and forced the thoughts to the back of my mind. I carried on through the rooms, my sobs growing harder and harder to suppress.

I reached our bedroom. The door was shut. 'Maybe he's taking a nap?' I reasoned. I pushed it open a little and peeked inside. My assumption was immediately shattered, along with my heart. There, on my bed, with my boyfriend, was a raven haired girl with tanned skin. Her fingers were tugging at his hair and the buttons on his shirt- a shirt that I had bought him. The stench of vodka invaded my nose; I was jolted out of my frozen state when a giggle came from the girl.

One emotion after the next flooded through my system; betrayal, sadness, dejection, hatred, anger.

Anger.

That one thought clouded over the others. I barley noticed the wet streaks that dripped down my cheeks as I yelled.

"IVAN!?" I growled at him, "What the hell are you doing?!" They froze, slowly turning their heads towards me. My face was red with rage, glaring intently at the heavily breathing Russian.

"A-Amelia? H-how long have you been standing there?" He asked, his violet eyes filled with shock and horror.

"Long enough." My voice was a deadly whisper, mostly because if I spoke any louder, I was at risk of my voice breaking. Ivan pushed himself away from the girl, who was glaring at me intently. I glowered back. "Sorry to interrupt you." I hissed.

"I… I never meant… Amelia … I'm sorry." As soon as the words left his mouth something inside of me snapped.

"You're sorry?! YOU'RE SORRY!? YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed, "YOU CAN'T JUST GO 'ROUND CHEATING ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND, THEN JUST TURN AROUND AND SAY SORRY! What, did you think that 'sweet forgiving Amelia' would just take that and be happy that you even gave her a second glance? Huh? DID YOU!? Well, sorry to be a disappointment, but things don't happen like that in the real world. People have these things called hearts, and when this happens to them, their hearts get broken. But you obviously don't care about that, do you? DO YOU!? NO! BECAUSE YOU'RE A HEARTLESS JERK!" I quickly gave him a swift punch to the nose and fled from the apartment, shoving on my shoes and coat as I went.

Warm liquid leaked from my eyes and streamed down my cheeks, stinging my eyes and causing my vision to go hazy. My heart pounded in my chest, hammering painfully against my ribcage. My legs ached for me to slow down, but the flurry of emotions took over my senses and urged me on. My chest tightened painfully with each intake of breath whilst my lungs screamed in agony. All I could see was a merge of blinding whites, greens and reds, all I could hear were my shrill sobs and the deafening howls of the blizzard around me. Suddenly, the thunderous roar of a horn and the ear-splitting screeches of tires brought me out of my nightmare. Blinding beams of a car's headlights bored into my eyes, gluing me to the spot. Fear paralyzed my body.

My legs wouldn't move. The car was headed straight for me. One last thought took over my senses before I was engulfed in blackness.

"I'm going to die."

A/N- Oh and sorry it's so short… hopefully next chapter will be bigger! You like? You don't like? Leave an ity-bity review in that little box… just scroll down a little more…. If you're still reading this: a little more. See that little box? Yeah? Put your Comments in it! Give me some tips, suggestions tell me if you like my story or not…. PLEASE!

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