England and little, twelve-year-old America were baking Christmas biscuits in England's warm kitchen as snow fell softly outside. England's entire house was decorated for the holidays, including the kitchen. He treasured this time of year.
"America, can you please stop licking the frosting. Its not sanitary," England asked after America dove his finger into the pink gooey-ness. He chuckled at England and licked off what he already had on his finger. England sighed and smiled at the little country.
He couldn't understand why America wanted to cover all the biscuits with the bizarre, oddly-colored frosting and other sweets. But it seemed to make him happy, so England couldn't refuse.
England walked across the kitchen to the pantry, and reached for a jar of sprinkles.
"Now, when did I buy these?" England thought as he stared down at the jar in his hands as he left the pantry.
"Whaa-?" England yelled as he unknowingly stepped on an ornament that was misplaced on the floor. England fell forward and landed on his knees, and the sprinkles got sent flying everywhere. "Oh my…" England said as he looked at the mess. "England, are you okay?" America said, turning his attention away from the dough he was mixing. "I'm fine," England said as he begun to pick up the small sprinkles from the floor that had landed underneath the doorway to the hallway. America looked up at the doorway, noticing a small plant hanging from it, directly above England.
America sat down on his knees in front of England. "Oh, America, you don't need to help me with this," England said, thinking that America was trying to help him clean up. America pointed upward at the doorway. England followed his finger, and spotted the mistletoe. "When did that-?" England thought. "It must have been when France came over to help me with decorations. Stupid wine bastard, probably put that there, hoping he would catch me underneath it at the Christmas party tomorrow…" England gave a death glare to the plant.
America then placed both hands on England's face, and leaned in and kissed him. England sat there on his knees, eyes wide as he stared at America's lightly closed ones. England gently pushed America away, so gently that America barely moved. "America…this is…" England said, their faces still close. America blinked at England in confusion. "But France said…" America began. England clenched his fists. "That pervert…" He thought angrily. America noticed England's face become upset, and pouted. "Did France teach me another 'no-no'?" America said sadly, with big eyes, hoping England wasn't mad. England stared at America, then chuckled, and eventually cracked up laughing. "America….so cute~!" England thought. America continued to stare at him with big, sad eyes.
"Don't worry, America, just don't do this with anyone else, okay?" England said, blushing slightly. "How come?" America asked. England quickly thought of an excuse. "Because it is a 'no-no', but I'm special, so its okay," England said with a guilty smile. "Okay!" America said cheerfully. "Now get back to work! These biscuits won't bake themselves!" England ordered. America saluted him and rose to feet, quickly returned to the dough. England remained on his knees, a deep blush across his face as he brought his hand up to his lips.