Hetalia Short Stories

Santa!Finland

For some reason it was snowing. It never snowed here. Never. Bundled up in a thick winter coat that I had found buried deep in my closet I gazed up at the snow infested sky trying to figure out why my country was experiencing such bizarre weather. Sighing I took a sip of some hot chocolate. I almost dropped the mug when I heard a loud strange laughter. Whipping my head towards where I thought it was coming from I saw a red sled being pulled by rein deer’s flying through the sky. I spit out all of the hot chocolate from my mouth in shock. A flying what?

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” A person who I could barely make out shouted. Squinting my eyes I saw as the sled got larger and larger or should I say closer. My eyes went wide and I scrambled to clear out of its way as it landed on my beach. I had lunged to the right, falling on the sand. Quickly standing up, my heart trying to pound out of my chest, I saw a man in a red suit, who didnt look much older than me, step out of the sled with a huge bag.

“Sytianna, Merry Christmas.” He said cheerfully.

“H-H-How do y-you know my n-name?” I stuttered scared out of my mind. He tilted his head to side slightly furrowing his eyebrows together confused.

“It’s me, Finland.” The man said taking a step closer. I stood my ground trying to figure out why that name sounded so familiar. Then it clicked. He was a country like me.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “You’re also a country then should I ask what the heck you are doing here. And what’s with the flying sled and outfit?”

“It’s Christmas!” He shouted tossing me a blue box that was wrapped with a red ribbon. A present. With this he got back on his sled and flew off into the night leaving presents at ever house he passed.

The next morning there were riots in the streets of my country. No one had any idea what was going on. They all had found boxes and presents in their houses, by their chimneys and windows. None of my people had ever heard about Christmas. That day Spain came over to celebrate but then he realized that he had never introduced the holiday to me. Let’s just say my people and I never got into the Christmas spirit after that.

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So I guess I’m switching off randomly which story is my OC and which is not.

OC Sytianna. Big brother Spain. It’s an island nation where is never snows and always is warm. It’s a great vacation spot. So yeah, Finland scared her so they don’t celebrate Christmas :(