Sweden walked in with a meticulous look on his face, if he knew that it would've taken much longer than he'd imagined he would've asked the Dane for help. Actually, perhaps not. The tree was about as tall as he was, and about twice the width of the television, and about twice the size as last year. He kicked off his snow-coated shoes and slowly took off his snow-soaked jacket. Luckily, the Swede was aware of the blizzard before he went out and had put around three layers plus snow goggles on. One of the things he was looking forward to was taking the blasted things off, they were too tight even on the loosest setting because they weren't his, they were Finland's. He'd carelessly left his at home, to the thought that he wouldn't even need them.

He was still unsure why the Dane hadn't let him use his, but it was useless now. He wouldn't be going outside until the blizzard was over, especially since Sealand couldn't. He still wanted to murder the Dane for being at fault for Sealand's broken leg, but hell, not near Christmas. Not a second near Finland's favourite time of the year, those precious 24 hours on the 24th were barely any representation of how much Finland celebrates Christmas. The whole month of December was Finland's home-month. If anyone were to ruin it, Sweden would have to snap them like a toothpick. How dare they put Finland's light out? Especially if Finland was the one supplying the warmth!

Oh, but Sweden knew that nobody would attempt such a thing. Finland was much too precious for his favourite time of the year to just be in ruins..

Damn, Sweden had forgotten that he needed to be quick. He didn't want Finland to see him putting up the tree, he knew that as much as Finland was a bouncy bundle of joy at Christmas, this caused him to be as impatient as ever. He didn't want the smaller nation to be nagging at him the whole time, it'd just put him in a bad mood later.

He stayed light on his footsteps and walked into the living room, nobody was there. It was the perfect time to put up the tree! He found the stand that Finland had supplied and put it in carefully, he then turned around and looked for the blonde. Not in sight. Sweden sighed, as much as he didn't want Finland nagging him, it felt a bit lonely on his own.

It didn't matter, not one bit. He carefully dragged his hand among each branch, catching each loose leaf in his black gloves and putting it into a small jar. In the middle of this, light footsteps seemed to reach the door.

"Oh! Sve!" Finland smiled. "You're back! And you brought the tree!"

Finland circled around the pine, Sweden still collecting pine needles.

"It's wonderful Sve!" Another leaf. And another. "I love it! Thank you!"

A small, wondrous smile creeped upon the Swede's lips, leaving as fast as it came. Finland could always cheer him up, and he was never unsure why. Finland managed to give off such a positive energy, everyday, all the time. He had yet to see Finland never have such a positive aura, even when the Finn was upset Sweden used the energy to try and cheer him up. It always worked, even if Sweden had to go to massive extents to fix Finland's mood. He'd do anything for him. Absolutely anything.

Finland's smile faltered as he looked at the doorway, even though nobody stood there he sighed. A smile managed to come back for a moment, but left rather quickly. Much like Sweden's occasional smiles.

"Fin? What's wrong?"

Another sigh, another look at the doorway. Another smile.

"Fin. Tell me."

Finland turned to the doorway once more, like he was expecting someone to jump out and scare him. Or just anybody, but they seemed important.

"It's just.." Finland twiddled his thumbs. "Norway hasn't really been feeling very.. Christmasy.. lately."

"Hm?"

"It doesn't matter much, Sve!" Finland regained his smile. "He'll be okay tomorrow, I'm sure of it!"

"D'ya think so?"

"I know so! Everybody loves Christmas!" He turned back to the doorway, once again. "Now, I'm gonna go get everybody! I'll be back in a minute, Sve!"

A tiny chuckle escaped Sweden's mouth as Finland sprinted away, much like Sealand every year during the construction of the yearly Christmas-snowman.

He got back in under a minute or so, Iceland slowly walked in first as Denmark supported the hobbling Sealand and Finland was smiling in front of them. No Norway, no Norway in sight. Sweden supposed it was for the best, if he wasn't feeling 'Christmasy' he could ruin everybody else's spirits. Sweden didn't want that, Finland obviously didn't want that and he was sure nobody else did too. Who would? Norway was being the Grinch, and the Nordics had no room for Grinches. Not even their good friend.

Finland held the decorations for the tree, Denmark held the red baubles, Sealand held the white ones, Iceland had the blue ones and Finland had the gold. Sweden was going to put the silver tinsel on the tree. The four Nordics plus Sealand got to work and started decorating like mental, Sweden carefully put the tinsel on whilst trying not to knock any baubles off. When they were done, Denmark picked up Sealand lion king style and handed him the star, which he placed on the very top of the tree.

They were done, the fact that even Iceland joined in, but not his older brother, astonished him. To see Iceland in a better spirit than Norway was rare, since Iceland always was trying to prove that he was mature, but Norway was always encouraging him to do what Iceland deemed 'childish.'

Sweden had seen a miracle and it wasn't even officially Christmas yet.

Finland's spirits had lifted ever since he spent family time with the other Nordics plus Sealand, oh, and minus Norway. Hm, maybe Sealand could be the replacement Norway. Perhaps, they both were rather small, feminine-looking boys wearing sailor outfits.

Meanwhile, the Norwegian was looking for his little brother. He'd searched all over the place, the library, his room, Norway's own room, the kitchen, he even spared a few moments outside but could find no sight of the younger Nordic. He'd have to look upstairs again, it was rare that Iceland ever even left his room, perhaps he found that Sweden's room had better Wi-Fi than his. It was unknown to the Norwegian that Iceland was having more fun with his family rather than using up the whole household's supply of Wi-Fi. But hell, Norway didn't know that Iceland knew better.

He didn't know.

He didn't know that downstairs Iceland was helping decorate a special tree, cut down by Sweden for the whole family. He didn't know that after he was helping Sealand pick up the pine needles that fell on the ground for Sweden. He didn't know that he got the Lego box out with Denmark to build a Lego house with the whole family.

The whole family except his own brother. How selfish. How ridiculous. How disgusting. How ignorant. How stupid.

But was it? Keeping something from Norway, to protect his and everybody else's happiness.

Was Iceland the selfish one? Was Denmark the ridiculous one? Was Sweden the disgusting one? Was Sealand the ignorant one? Was Finland the stupid one?

No, of course not. All of these words could apply to Norway's actions within this day alone.

Norway, the selfish one. Not letting anybody else enjoy Christmas for his own desires to be unhappy.

Norway, the ridiculous one. Expecting everybody to listen to said selfish desires.

Norway, the disgusting one. Making Denmark cry and nearly ruining Sealand's Christmas.

Norway, the ignorant one. Had he never thought of Christmas as something other than a prison? Had he ever even tried?

Norway, the stupid one. Selfish. Ridiculous. Disgusting. Ignorant. Why, Norway would never even to think to analyse these actions. Why would he? He's always right, is he not?

He refused to believe it, the thoughts barely ever crossed his mind. He was the victim, the others were the torturers. To withstand this, he had to fight. He was the victim. Of course he was the victim! It was idiotic to think otherwise! A holiday had held him captive in chains, the only way to break this chains was to resist! Chains! Chains of happiness, laughter, presents and family time! How dare people try to make him enjoy himself? How dare they?

He looked around upstairs, then sudden realisation had hit him. Sure, he started looking in the living room, but he's no where else. Where else could his little brother be? Surely, not outside. Norway creeped down the wooden stairs and walked into the living room.

They had put up a tree. A tree. A tree, of all things? The decorations had been finished, and Sweden was now inside. Iceland was playing with Sealand and Denmark, Finland was reading and Sweden was watching the television. They also seemed to be enjoying themselves. Norway cleared his throat loudly and glared at the Finnish man. There was no attention given to him, so Norway tried once more, and louder.

"Norway?" Finland turned and looked, you could barely see it, but hope gleamed in his eyes.

"What is this?" He hissed, leaning against the door.

"We were celebrating a bit early, as a family! You're welcome to join in!"

"Welcome to join in? Welcome to join in?! Why would I want to be apart of this?" A scowl reached Norway's face as he took a few steps forward, crossing his arms. "Like I said, worthless. I thought you would've known that by now."

"Why.. Norway?" Finland looked down, trying not to look the Norwegian in the eye.

"Why did you marry Sweden?"

A cold hard glare from the taller nation was given to Norway, but it was also ignored.

Finland stood. "Because I fell in love!"

"Because you fell in love?!" His scowl grew larger. "Go make dinner, Finland."

Finland was going to refuse, but the look of rare emotion on the Norwegian's face was scary enough as it was, the added anger was even more of a shock. He ran out of the room quickly, only taking one glance behind him to look at the terrified micronation, Sealand. Denmark was still trying to distract him, and Sealand was trying his best to be distracted, but nothing worked.

Sweden stood, looking Norway directly in the eye. If Sealand wasn't already terrified enough, things were about to get much worse.

Why had Norway been able to mess everything up in under ten minutes?

Denmark stood up, he wouldn't allow Sweden to do anything to Norway, but that didn't mean he was on Norway's side, either. It was all for Sealand's sake, why did Norway forget to consider Sealand's feelings? Or Finland's? Or his own? Why had he not spoken up before? And why could he not do it like a proper person, but instead have to make a scene at every time he approached another person?

And why, why did Norway hate Christmas so much? You can't hate such a joyous holiday for no reason! Norway had to have a reason, a change from loving Christmas to hating it. Was it something that Denmark had done? Or perhaps, Iceland? He had told no one, with such obvious reasons. It was so unfair, for Norway to keep this to himself for who-knows-how-many years..

Norway didn't know what to do, Sweden was mad at him, Finland was upset, so was Sealand, he didn't ever know what Iceland was feeling and Denmark seemed to be stopping something from happening. Norway turned and ran out of the room, grabbed his coat and ran into the snow-coated ground. The blizzard had stopped, there had been no alarm that it had stopped, but he was assuming that it stopped.

He forced the coat on himself as he ran, he couldn't stand it! His breaths became shorter by the second, he just needed to get to the other end of town.. That's where the forest was, and his own quiet place. He needed to get there, that's all he wanted.

He eventually reached the start of the forest and slowed down, taking in the scenery. A small smile came upon the Norwegians face, he enjoyed being alone. He wouldn't be able to upset anybody here. He went deeper into the forest, although it got colder it made him feel much more at home. His usual monotone expression came back as he walked through the forest, he didn't know why he was so.. angry.. today. He'd never shown so much emotion for a long, long time.

Even he didn't know what the cause of this was. Was it just something he couldn't remember? He was so unsure.

A pond, a small pond in the middle of the forest, connected to absolutely nothing. Norway had made it himself, he dug the hole over the course of a month and used his magic to fill it with water. It was going to be a surprise for Iceland but he decided to keep it for himself instead, since he knew Iceland wouldn't appreciate it as much.

He sat on a large stone and looked at the small pond, he picked up a stick and swished the water around.

"Perhaps I hate Christmas for more reasons that I know.." He thought out loud, feeling much more calm than he did on the way there. "But I have my simple reasons."

"And that's enough for me."

A/N: Hi! I don't make A/N's often but I just wanted to thank Jasmine for correcting the date I used for Christmas. I'm British, so I wouldn't know! (Although, I could have looked that up.. Oops..) Yeah, in Scandinavia they celebrate it on the 24th, not the 25th! I didn't know that.

Anyways, yeah, thank you!