This is the first Hetalia-based story I wrote. I know it's bad but I haven't found time to fix it. I'll edit it later when I have a more open schedule.

Main Couple: SuFin

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(This chapter is actually the prologue, FYI)

Disclaimer: Forgetful Tsundere does not own Hetalia Axis Powers. If she somehow managed to, there would be a real reason for it having a viewer discretion warning.

"Su-San, do you want anything for Christmas?" Finland asked him as he opened up the stool so he could use it to put up ornaments on the Christmas tree.

"Why ya askin'?" Sweden said then drank some of his tea.

"Oh, it's just that you never really ask or anything. It's been centuries, you know. Is there something you want this year?"

"Nah. I dun need anythin'. You want somethin'?"

"Of course not! Santa Claus can't ask for presents."

The two glanced at each other then looked away as their eyes met. Finland decorated the tree while Sweden just watched.

Every year, I have this conversation him.

"Maybe I do want somethin'," Sweden thought as he watched his "wife" finish decorating the tree. "He does so much, and I wanna be part'a that. He asks me ery' year, but I never say what I want."

He looked at Finland. He looked like he was having fun trying to get the lights back from Hanatamago.

"I can tell he wants somethin', too."

Every year, I secretly long for something important.

"Hm, even though I deliver presents to everyone in the world," Finland thought and put a gingerbread couple ornament on one of the fir branches, "Su-San never asks for anything. I know he says he doesn't need anything, but it's just that…" He twirled the ornament he recently put up. "I want to do something special for him.

He looked at Sweden, who was petting Hanatamago, then turned back.

"I can tell he wants something, too."

Every year, I just want him in my arms.

When Finland got close to the top of the tree to put up the star, he didn't realize he actually couldn't reach it. He tried to stand on his toes but still couldn't reach it.

"Be careful," Sweden warned when he saw Finland almost slip.

"Don't worry," Finland reassured, "I've done this a million ti-"

He lost his footing as he was easing down. He stepped a little too close to the edge and slipped back.

"Finland!" Sweden shouted and ran over to catch him, dropping his tea cup.

The smaller country opened his eyes a little, which he had closed shut when he thought he was making contact with the ground. But when he fully opened his eyes, a worried Swede was all in view.

"Are ya 'kay?" he asked. Finland looked traumatized. "Finland?"

Once Finland's brain finally started functioning correctly, he looked up at the Swede. He smiled reassuringly to tell him that he was okay. But he wasn't aware the man before him could read past his lips. Finland was shaking like crazy, probably from almost crashing into the ground. But he tried to control it.

Finland stood up and noticed the tea stain in the carpet. He headed over to the kitchen to get the broom, but Sweden grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to close to his strong body. The smaller nation couldn't help but get a little embarrassed. Sweden wasn't really the man to show such a romantic way of affection.

"S-Su-San, are you okay?" Finland asked, his face burning red.

"I should be askin' that," he replied. "You're shakin'."

He gasped a little. "I guess you could tell, huh?"

"I can al'ays tell when you're hurt."

Finland's eyes shook as he felt Sweden's warmth transferred in to him. He really cared about him, and was very grateful to have him.

Both boys pulled away and looked into each other's eyes. They leaned toward each other until their lips met. It was starting to get deep, but Sweden knew he couldn't hold back if it got any further.

"Finland," Sweden whispered as he pulled away resentfully. "I want somethin' for Christmas this year." He paused, which made Finland even more eager to know. "When you're done with work, I want ya to come straight home. Ta me."

Finland's eyes welled up from so much happiness.

"Okay," he nodded. "I promise."