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25 Days of Christmas - Day 1

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-1 Day Before-
You watched as America carried box upon box upon box of Christmas decorations with little trouble. You decided to put the tree up late because you didn’t want the cat messing with the ornaments.
“America, are you sure you don’t want my help?” You asked, following him.
“I got this, babe!” He insisted as though you’d asked more than once. He put them in the living room, by the tree he had went out and cut down himself. He looked at the tree, almost as if envisioning what it would look like. You found out he was when he looked at you and said, “All right, (name), let’s get started. I know exactly what we’re going to do.”
You helped America put the ornaments and tinsel and such on the tree. The lights were put on first and then everything else followed. It was looking really good, but it was off. Something was missing. You looked at the tree, trying to figure out what it was, then you realized. The star! Of course! You looked at America to see if he was thinking to same thing. He was rummaging through one of the boxes, looking for something; the star, most likely.
He came out with a silver star with like a million points. It was covered in sparkles and had a little plug at the bottom. America held it up and walked towards you. “You want to put it up.” You smiled brightly and nodded furiously. America gave you the star. You turned to the tree. It was pretty big. How would you get it up?
America wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you up. You were just able to reach the top and plug it in just then the tree light up. America put you down, but kept his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. Tony turned the lights off, so the lights from the tree was the only light visible. It illuminated your faces.
It was rare for America to be as calm as he was, now, and you liked it, but you love his annoying, hyper self. You turned around, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “America, I’m cold.” You pouted. You could feel him chuckle as you nuzzled into his neck. “Want the hero to help you warm up?”
You smiled. “Hm...no.” You released America and started walking towards your room. “Night, love.” You smiled.
-The day of-
You woke up Christmas morning feeling strangely lonely. You turned around to try and feel for you husband, but only met with the edge of the bed. You opened your eyes and looked around. You were alone. You sat up, stretched out, and got up and walked into the living room. America was sitting on the couch. He probably waited all night for Santa Clause, better known as Finland, to come. You giggled.
“Oh, America.” You sighed with a wide grin. You looked at the tree. It was filled with presents big and small. You walked over to America and poked him in the head. “Alfred. Oh, Alfred.” You said gently. He mumbled something and yawned, but fell asleep. You poked him again. “It’s Christmas, Alfred. Wake up.” You said a little louder. He mumbled and swatted at you. You gasped and glared at him and then a sneaky smirk covered your face as you got an idea. You leaned down to his ear and whispered something,
“Alfred, breakfast.” Immediately he shot up. “Where?!”
You laughed. “In a minute.” You said. “Get up and look over there.” You pointed at the tree. He looked at it and his eyes lighted up. “Presents!” He cheered. He got up and ran to the tree. You just watched him look at them, trying to make sure the biggest ones were his. He was like a little kid...but he was your little kid. Well...he was right now. You placed a hand over your stomach, which was just starting to show.
“Babe! Get over here! I wanna open my presents!” America said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Ok, America.” You sighed. You walked over to him. He took one of the presents and put it in your arms. It was about the size of both of your hands put together (maybe a bit bigger). The wrapping paper around it was bright green and covered in red and white stars. It had a label on it the read, “To My Babe.” Even though there was no other name on it, you could tell it was from him.
“Open it. Open it.” He pestered. You sat down and tore open the package. It was a black box with silver swirls and a silver bow. You opened it and saw a beautiful silver necklace with your name in it. America’s grin widened when he saw your eyes light up. “Oh, America...” Was all you could say as you stared at the little thing. You picked it up and stared at it. You hugged him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You said, planting a kiss on his cheek with each ‘thank you’.
America laughed his America laughed. “No thanks needed, babe. I’m the hero, so I have to get my girl the best of best!” He said in his ‘awesome hero voice’. You laughed and playfully slapped him. He just looked at you with a wide smile and sparkling blue eyes.
After you guys opened the rest of your presents, you made breakfast a then spent the rest of the day at a party England was holding. America was clinging to you, making sure you and your future little bundle of joy were completely safe.
“I have to admit I feel bad for you, (Name)” England said after a few hours at the party. “Isn’t taking care of America enough of a challenge?”
“Oui, taking care of two children at once is a frightful thought. Especially knowing one will never grow up.”
You and the others laughed and America pouted. “Hey, not cool.”
“Oh, we’re only joking.” England chuckled. Seeing America distracted, France reached his hand to your stomach, but it was slapped away. “I already said no.” America said. France pouted. “Just once! I want to touch it.”
“No.” America held you away from him and you rolled your eye. “America, you’re over reacting. It’s not going to kill anyone to touch my stomach.”
“You don’t know that.” America defended himself. “Besides I…” The alarm on his phone rang and he looked at. “Is it really that time already? We gotta go, guys, or we’ll miss our flight back. Bye!”
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The moment you returned home, you lied down on your bed tired from the long day, the jet lag and the pregnancy. You yawned and forced Alfred down into bed with you. “Gettin’ tired?” America laughed. You mumbled something incoherent into your pillow. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You yawned and nuzzled against him. He wrapped his around you and pulled your blanket over both of you. “I’ll see you in the morning. Merry Christmas.” You yawned and finally fell asleep. Within second you were asleep. America smiled and kissed your forehead. “Merry Christmas, babe.”
Me: Like Glad I got to a computer where I can upload these, my favorite series, the 25 Days of Christmas Series, each one consisting of a different person. Cute, right? Well, it is because America’s cute.
America: Hey! I’m not cute! I am SEXY. Get it? Say it with me.*slowly* Seeeeeexyyyy.
Me: *rolling eyes* Yes, Alfie. Yes, you are.
America: Admit it! You want mah sexeh bodie.
Me: *holds up Christmas cookie* You wanna kookie?
America: *nodding*
Me: Here. *tosses*
America: *chases* Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
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To those expecting a story from me; I’m sorry. I’m having a few issues with some stuff and can’t write anything. This and the other stories had been written over a year ago. I’ll get to them when I can.
This is the first part of Little Hero.
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