Author's Note: I don't own Hetalia or anything else. That is all.


It was December 22, two days before Christmas Eve. Everyone in town was running around happily, getting ready and making plans for the holidays. Children were out of school until sometime in January, and adults were buying presents for their kids, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. There were trees in the park, and even in the hotels, that were decorated with lights and ornaments! There was snow on the ground, and on every rooftop everywhere you looked. The town looked picture perfect.

Three brothers, known to a lot of people as the Baltic Trio (due to their ancestors coming from the three Baltic States: Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia), were walking around the town, holding music in their hands.

"Uh, okay, where to next, Ed?" asked the eldest brother, a 19-year-old young man named Toris.

A 17-year-old boy wearing glasses spoke up. "Hm…Mr. Braginski." This was Eduard, the middle brother, also known as "Ed" to his family and friends.

The youngest of the trio, a 15-year-old boy, spoke next. "M-M-M-Mr. B-B-B-B-Braginski?" The boy shook as he stammered. This was Raivis, the youngest brother.

"Yes, Rai," said Eduard.

"B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B…b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but…" said Raivis. He timidly clung to Toris.

"It's okay, Rai," said Toris. "I'm pretty sure he won't hurt us."

Raivis gulped and looked up at his eldest brother. "R-Really, Tor?"

"Yeah," Eduard said. "That guy's probably all talk."

Raivis took a breath to calm down. "Okay. Let's go."

The Baltic Trio then went up to a house at the end of the block. The house was big and had a scary vibe to it for some reason. There was a mailbox in front that said 'Braginski' on it. This was this "Mr. Braginski" man's house.

Eduard, being the bravest of the three, knocked on the door.

"Okay, no one's home," Raivis said quickly. "Let's go…" He turned to run away, but was stopped by Eduard. "Ed! Let go!"

"Oh, no you don't," Eduard scolded his little brother. "You're staying here and singing no matter how chicken you are."

Raivis then made chicken noises, but that didn't make Eduard let go.

Toris sighed. "Alright, you two, stop." He pried his brothers apart so there would be no fighting.

"Okay, Tor," Eduard and Raivis said.

When nobody answered the door after 4 minutes, the three brothers started singing.

"Hark! The herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King

Peace on Earth and mercy mild

God and sinners reconciled

Joyful all ye nations—"

Toris, Eduard and Raivis were then interrupted by the door opening.

"Uh…h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hello…M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mr…B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Braginski…" the trio said timidly. The person they were talking to was a very tall, muscular Russian man. He loomed over the trio and glared at them. He looked angry. This was Ivan Braginski, the man the Baltic Trio was talking about earlier.

"Kolkolkolkolkol," Ivan said in response.

"Uh…s-s-s-s-s-sir…" Toris said, the fear still in his voice.

"Go away!" Ivan shouted. He pulled out a faucet pipe and chased the trio down the porch steps.

"Run away!" Eduard shouted at his brothers. The three kept running until Ivan was stopped by a 19-year-old Polish young man named Feliks. Feliks was Toris' best friend, and he would do anything to defend the Baltic.

"Hey!" Feliks shouted at Ivan. "Like, what's your problem, dude? All Liet and his bros were trying to do was spread a little Christmas cheer! You've, like, got some nerve, pal! Now, stop scaring my buddy, or else my uncle Henryk will totally make Russia's capital Warsaw!"

Ivan growled at the Pole, but then sighed and put his faucet pipe down. "Fine."

"Thanks, Feliks," Toris whispered.

"No prob, Liet," Feliks whispered back. He then turned to the still angry Russian. "By the way…like, Merry fucking Christmas."

At these words—especially the mention of the word Christmas—Ivan grabbed Feliks by the front of his parka and held him up.

"Feliks!" Toris yelled.

"Like, put me down," Feliks said.

"Don't you ever mention that word to me AGAIN!" Ivan said angrily. "Got that?" He then threw Feliks down on the ground and walked briskly past two girls and back into the house.

"Vanya…" the older of the two said. She then went down to the four boys as Toris helped Feliks up.

"Ivan, wait for me, my love!" the younger of the two girls called and ran back into the house.

"Please don't be angry at my little brother," the older girl said apologetically. This was Katyusha, Ivan's older sister.

"Like, why shouldn't I?" Feliks demanded as he brushed the snow off his pants and parka. "He totally scared my friend and his brothers!"

"It's just…" Katyusha said. "It's just…bad things have almost always happened to Vanya on Christmas."

"Like what?" asked Toris.

"Well…" said Katyusha. "I'd rather not talk about it…huh?" She was interrupted by a scream from the house.

"Big Brother!" the younger girl, Natalia, screamed. "We are going to become one whether you like it or not! Open this damn door right now!"

"Noooooo!" Ivan shouted. "Go away! Katyusha, heeeeeeelp!"

"Is that one bad thing?" asked Raivis.

"Yes," said Katyusha. "Natalia mostly does that around Christmas. But, please, forgive my brother. He wasn't always like this."

Feliks sighed. "Like…okay, I'll let him off this year."

"Thank you," said Katyusha. "Vanya, I'm coming!" She then ran back into the house as fast as she could, leaving Feliks and the Baltics standing outside with confused looks on their faces.