Merry Christmas~! – Hetalia Christmas 2014
May Contain: Kissing, Heart-Felt, "Dirty" References
Side Note: Since Italia = Italy, then Malary = Malaria, her actual name. When she was owned by France, her name was Malaria, but it changed to Malary when she was conquered by England. In the end when she was free, she changed back to Malaria.
(Story short, the Malaria in this story is a country I made up because there is an outbreak of a disease of the same name!)
Also, since I don't know some languages, I used Google Translate for some words.
Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia and I own Malaria (The country) and another mysterious character!
Introduction - Unexpected Visitor
"Vella~…Three weeks until Christmas…," Malaria thought while walking around in her living room. As calm as she is, Malaria was kind of panicking. While she was pondering out things, Malaria's doorbell rang meaning that someone was at her doorstep. Malaria ran to the door. "Hel-" Before she can say a greeting, the person in front of Malaria cut her sentence. "Your favorite person is here to help~!"
"France?" Malaria questioned the unpredicted visitor. "Ma petite fille (My little girl), I wanted to spend time with you," France said while inching closer and closer to her, "You want to be with Papa, don't you?" Malaria shuddered in fright as France loomed over her, eyes with lust. "Anyway…why are you actually here for? Aren't you busy?" Malaria asked while backing away. "Since the celebration is held by you this year, I thought I can dazzle the flare of this mansion!" France proclaimed while spinning near the staircases leading up. "Why did you bring your suitcases? The hotels look better than where I'm living," Malaria observed the luggage behind him. "Because, it's like we are living together again," France added, "Don't you miss me?" He pouted. "So he still cares after all…" Malaria thought to herself for a moment. "…can you make my favorite treats that you used to bake me?" France hugged her with joy. "Of course."
After France baked those tiny hand desserts and laid the tray on the living room table, Malaria couldn't resist but to try one. "Vella~!" (She has a big sweet tooth.) "I'm still thinking about what to decorate and do though," Malaria sat down on her sofa and told the Frenchman, "It has nothing to do with anything, but…I'm not sure about *some things*," She said while looking at the ceiling. "What's the matter?" France asked and sat down next to her. "It's…It's…," Blush was spreading across her cheeks, "I WANT GIRLS TO GET MORE ATTRACTED TO ME-" Malaria covered her mouth as soon when she realized what she said. "It's just because…whenever I get forward with a beautiful lady, especially in holiday season, I get slapped across my face or Romano and Italy steal ma bella's attention." She blushed even heavier, "Why am I saying this to him, I don't want France to worry or even know about this?!" Malaria thought while hiding her face in her hands. "Ohonhonhon~ Do you need more flirting techniques?" Malaria nodded with confused delight. "Oui?"