Ok... A late Christmas story about my OC and England...

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On Christmas Eve, Iraq walked home, upset that she's going to spend this Christmas alone. She tried to get Iran to spend Christmas time with her, but she already had plans. The others she didn't try to invite 'cause SHE BARELY KNEW THEM!

Iraq opened the door to her room and picked up her cell phone. She dialed England's number, there was a voice mail.

'Leave a message, don't try to ask me out for Christmas, because I already have plans.' that was the voicemail...

There was a beep. Iraq sighed and layed down on her bed.

"I'm so lonely, England..." she whispered into her phone, and hanged up.

'I guess I'm going to spend my Christmas alone... England doesn't care about me anyways...' she thought. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes at the thought.

The next morning, Iraq woke up. She slowly sat up. She decided she's not going to lay in bed all day for Christmas. So she got cleaned up and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She opened the fridge and got out some pancakes she made yesterday. She microwaved them and poured some honey on them.

'I feel like a lonely hobo...' Iraq thought, eating her pancakes slowly. When she was finished, she felt sleepy. She went to her couch and sat down, closing her eyes.

At England's house...

England picked up his beeping cell phone. There was a voicemail on it. England never gets voicemails from Iraq, he listen to it.

'I'm so lonely, England...' England didn't know what that meant, he thought for a minute, but couldn't figure out what that meant. He decided to go to Iraq's house and ask.

England arrived and rang the bell. No one answered. He sighed and got out the key to Iraq's house. He opened the door and saw the sleeping girl on the couch. He slowly walked towards her. He looked at her for a few minutes before sitting down quietly next to her.

'She's beautiful...' England thought, staring at Iraq. Suddenly, her eyes opened. They stared at each other for a long time before Iraq glomped England.

"I-Iraq?" he said, surprised at her sudden action.

"England what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I got your voicemail," he said. Iraq smiled sadly, and England chuckled.

"What?"

"You're alone for Christmas?" he asked. She nodded in response, "Will you let me spend Christmas with you?"

Iraq looked surprised, "but...I thought you already have plans."

"Yeah, but I rather spend my Christmas with someone I like."

Iraq went silent for a minute, then she whispered something, but England couldn't hear her.

"What?"

"I like you too..." she said a little louder.

"Iraq-" before he finish, Iraq cut him off.

"Zabreen," she said. England looked at her in confusion. She giggled at that, "call me Zabreen!"

"Um..."

"Please?" she whined. England sighed, giving up.

"Zabreen," he whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Zabreen smiled and nuzzled against England. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around her.

"Merry Christmas Zabreen." England said as they both drifted off into sleep.