Author Commentary: A strange story... I hope you like! (Made with a random story maker)

Rating: M

Warnings: Incest and crack.

Disclaimer: I only own the story!

It was Christmas Eve. Italy sat quietly up an ass, sipping Catholic eggnog.

He looked at the Swiss Prussia hanging on the Christmas tree and sighed. Last year, Romano had hung it there, just before they looked at each other correctly and then fell into each other's arms and struck each other's vagina.

"If only I hadn't been so Japanese", Italy thought, pouring a Buddhists amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Romano might not have got so Protestant and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a Jewish tear and held his anus in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a Italian's voice lifted huskily up in song.

I'm dreaming of a Dutch Christmas

Just like an epic Prussia cast an awesome shadow over the land

Italy ran to the door. It was Romano, looking French all over with snow.

"I missed you fast," Romano said. "And I wanted to strike your vagina again."

Italy hugged Romano and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Romano said.

"I think so too," Italy said and they struck each other's vagina until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted fish penis and lived carefully until Italy got drunk again.