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25 Days of Christmas - Day 4

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-The Morning Of-
England was hosting a Christmas party and invited every country who celebrated Christmas to come. You woke up extra early to help his servants finish the preparations for the party. Just about everything, but the cooking had been done days in advanced. England wanted to help cook, but you talked him out of it, saying that he should probably start getting himself ready. He agreed (thankfully).
Once the food was ready, you cleaned up and changed into a red dress with white trim around the top and bottom. You put on long, red gloves that also had white trim on it and a small Santa hat. You fixed your make up (if you wear any) and checked yourself out. “Perfect, love.” England’s voice came from behind you. You saw his reflection in the mirror and smiled.
“Hey, darling.” You said, striking another cute pose. “Is everything ready?”
England nodded. “Yup.” He pulled his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. “Will you be singing with me?” He asked hopefully. You blushed. “England, you know I don’t like to sing in front of other people.”
“But why?”
“I...I just get so embarrassed on stage.”
“But, love, these are our friends...and France. No one’s going to judge you, and I’ll be singing with you.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Besides, it’s only one song. You’ve got nothing to be worried about.”
You looked at him, still unsure, but you just couldn’t say ‘no’ to him for long. You let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine...but YOU have to promise to never try to cook again.”
“Why?! What’s wrong with the way I cook?!” England yelled, suddenly turning angry.
“You can’t.” You said flat out.
…
“Fine, (name). You win.”
You smiled at your victory and kissed his cheek. “As if I wasn’t going to...” You giggled.
-Party Time-
Just about every country in the world showed up, even England’s brothers...and they hated him! You gulped. There were so many people and England was going to force you to sing in front of all of them. You didn’t even know what song you were going to sing. He just said, “Party starts in an hour, love. Be ready,” and left you. You knew just about every song there was, so saying ‘it had to be a song you knew well’ wouldn’t narrow the field much.
At the moment, Italy, Germany, and Japan were singing “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”. You watched them. They all seemed so confident. You wish you were like them, but instead your stomach felt like it had butterflies swarming in it. You gulped. At least England would be singing by your side. That made it slightly easier.
“(Name),” England said. He was next to you. “Are you ready?”
You shook your head. “No. I’m not.” You said, turning red. You heard him chuckle. “Calm down, love. I promise you you’ll do fine. You’re a marvelous singer and you know it.” He put his hands on your shoulder. “Just take a deep breath. Worrying yourself won’t make things any better.”
You took a shaky breath in and then out.
“Better?” You nodded, not sure if you were lying to him or yourself. “Good, then when I call you to the stage, just walk up there and sing like no one is watching.” He kissed the back of your head and walked to the stage. You didn’t even notice the song and Italy, Germany, and Japan leave.
“Now, for our final performance of the night,” Here it comes. “(name), please join me on the stage.” You gulped as people cheered for you. You felt your face heat up as you slowly walked to the stage. You walked up to England and tried to hide yourself behind him. England sensed what you were doing and moved out of your way.
“She will be doing a solo song for you.”
“I what?! England!”
Completely ignoring you, England continued. “Without further ado, here’s my dear (name) singing ‘When Christmas Comes to Town’.”
England gave you the mic and moved to the back of the stage. Your body tensed as you looked at the audience, waiting for the music to start. The lights dimmed and the instrumentals began. You took one final breath and started to sing.

I’m wishing on a star
And trying to believe
That even though it’s far
He’ll find me Christmas Eve
I guess that Santa’s busy
Cause he’s never come around
I think of him
When Christmas comes to town
The best time of the year
When everyone comes home
With all this Christmas cheer
It’s hard to be alone
Putting up the Christmas tree
With friends who come around
It’s so much fun
When Christmas comes to town

Presents for the children
Wrapped in red and green
All the things I’ve heard about
But never really seen
No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve
Hoping Santa’s on his way

When Santa’s sleigh bells ring
I listen all around
The herald angels sing
I never hear a sound
And all the dreams of children
Once lost will all be found
That’s all I want when Christmas comes to town
That’s all I want when Christmas comes to town

When the song was over, you bowed to the applauding audience and ran off stage. It went better than you thought. Once you started singing, you just let it all flow out naturally. You didn’t mess up once and everyone seemed to like it.
…
You were still going to kill England, though, for lying to you and sticking you up there by yourself. You found him talking to Japan. You walked up to the two. Japan smiled...but England could tell he was in trouble.
“Hello, (name)-san. That was a wonderful performance.” Japan said.
“Thank you, Japan.” You said with a fake smile. “You, Italy, and Germany were great, too.”
England tried to inch away from you, but you caught him by his arm. “You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed him for a minute, would you?”
“Oh, of course not. He is your husband, after all.” Japan bowed.
You pulled England by his arm far from the party, so no one could hear you. “Arthur Kirkland, what the hell were you thinking?!” You screamed.
“Uh...well...I just...wanted you to get over your fear...of singing in front of the audience.”
“But you promised you’d be singing with me! You never break a promise to your wife and you should know that!”
“I know. I know, it’s just...saying that was the only way I knew that would get you to come on stage.” England wrapped his arms around you. “Love, I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you. I swear it.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry.”
You looked into his shining green eyes and sighed in defeat once again. He really did look sorry and you did get over your fear. Your expression softened, but still showed traces of anger. “Don’t ever do that again, got it?” You said. England nodded and smiled. “I promise. Now, why don’t you go back to the party? I’ll meet you in just a second.”
You planted a quick kiss on his lips before he released you and pushed you out. When he was alone, he smirked. “British charm never fails.” He said and walked out.
Me: Truly it does not. :pat: Nice one, Artie.
England: Well, what do you expect? I am the absolutely invincible British gentleman.
Me: You are so conceited. No wonder America got so full of himself while under your care.
England: Don’t blame that on me!
Me: America is England’s fault!!!
England: Stop saying that!
Me: :turbopoke:
England: Saphir, I will never understand what goes on in your head.
Me: You’d need a therapist if you tried.
England: :?
Me: :poke:
England: I hate you.
Me: I know.
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Me:I-Iggy.....W-why?*sniffles*

England:L-love,why are you crying?

Me:*rage mode activated*WHY THE HELL DID YOU MAKE ME SING ALONE!*pummels England*

England:Owowowowowow!Love,quit!

Me:NEVAR!!!!!!!*continues*