A hetalia Christmas Carol

chapter 3: the ghost of Christmas present

The clock at the church struck one and Arthur woke with a start he coughed and wheezed after all he did wake up mid snore. Quite thankful he's awake Arthur decided to wait yet again for the next ghost. However, to his slight disappointment no one showed up until 15 minutes later when Arthur saw a bright light appear the next room. He rushed to the other room only to find...

It was Francis his ex-lover the man he loved and destroyed in only a few years. Francis was the ghost of Christmas present. Francis sat upon a throne made of a massive feast, wearing elegant green robes. Arthur fell to the ground on his knees.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" he wailed

"I was bloody fool" the feast had vanished "you didn't deserve it!" Francis approached the elderly figure of the man he still loved. However he wasn't going to break so easily. "Indeed you were a fool but I'm not here to listen to your pitiful groveling. Come we mustn't waste any time" in an instant the room vanished and Arthur found himself in the city streets Francis just a metre behind him, people were laughing, wishing each other a merry Christmas, a boy and his dog ran right through his body as though he were a ghost. The scene vanished and now Arthur was in an old beaten down cottage a man he remembered as Tino Oxenstierna was cooking a small goose as the children savored the small treats they could afford. "That one is their daughter Michaela, the one over there is Erland" Francis explained just then Berwald entered carrying a crippled boy who had a little dog in his arms on his shoulders who laughed gleefully at the height. "And that's Peter the youngest." Despite the family's awful conditions they were happy.

"Will he live?" Arthur asked

"hm?" Francis hummed not really paying any attention.

"The boy Peter was it? Will he survive?" Arthur asked again Francis gave a sad sigh "by looks of it and with so little money there will be an empty seat next Christmas."

"No!" Arthur gasped

"Oui, unfortunately" Francis said looking at the boy sadly. The scene vanished and Arthur went from party to party. Until Francis stopped at Gilberts party. Gilbert was enjoying a nice beer while he teased his little brother Ludwig about giving up beer to make his very hormonal pregnant wife Felicia feel better. Lovino was scrambling to get away from Antonio who was trying to get him under the mistletoe using tomatoes. His uncle was playing what looked to be a very stressful card game as Romulus laughed slamming a card down. They were all having so much fun without him. He could've been a part of that. Enjoying spending time with the remaining members of his family. Arthur lost himself in how much fun they were having! It ended all too quickly for Arthur. Soon he was on the roof of his home Francis stood in front of Arthur and opened the robe inside huddling close to Francis's body was two little girls. One with rosy blonde hair and glasses the other a dirty blonde they looked to be starving Arthur stared in horror at them "their names are ignorance and want" Francis said. "Haven't you been feeding them they're bloody thin" Arthur cried out. The robes closed and Francis's face turned into a sneer "are there no prisons? Or work houses" guilt washed over Arthur and he crumpled to his knees once more. "It's all my fault" he whimpered "I don't have much longer mon amour. But before I go. I never stopped loving you and I never will. I'll be waiting for you." Francis vanished from sight and the clock struck midnight and a hooded figure glided toward him.