T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Italy was running, scared of a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Finland would soon be there.
The countries were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cats danced in Greece's head.
And Britain in his 'kerchief and America in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winters "nap" ;D
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Germany sprung from bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a dash,
Tore open the shutters and drew his gun in a flash
And that's all you get,
'Cause this sucks ass :D