A/N:
w00t!
First Hetalia fic!
Hope you like it, and I'm sorry if any of the characters are OOC.
Christmas was always special to the countries of the world, and the people in them. The personified countries held a final G8 Summit meeting before the Holiday- they know it's always harder to get home during this time of year- and as Germany said the last few words of the day, they all hurried to get out. Italy and his brother had left earlier- the pasta-loving countries needed to eat early- and France had complained about his beauty sleep.
"Ah, Mon ami," the perverted nation spoke aloud to Germany. "I need my beauty sleep, l'amour. To keep my youth."
Pathetic, really. All who were left had cleared out of the room quickly- not because they had anything to do, no- but because Russia was still in the room. So was Belarus. Russia was captured by his sister, and had no escape, though he did try to. Very hard.
Germany glanced wearily in his and Belarus's direction, then sped out of the mostly empty meeting room like there was no tomorrow.
Craziness ensued.
Canada walked down the halls of his cozy home, tugging along his pet polar bear- Kumajirou was his name- strolling gently and quietly along without America ruining his life. Just... peaceful.
That is, until he heard a jiggling noise from outside his door. After a few seconds of waiting in anticipation of the other's next move, a gentle knock resonated throughout the home.
"M-Mathieu?" a small, gentle voice said from the door. "I-It's Katyusha."
Like he didn't know from the jiggling- that was the sound her breasts made every time she moved. The question is, why is she here?
Russia was in the usual attire he was in when stalking China- a panda costume. He silently kol'd to himself, and jumped the poor Asian nation; whom in turn, screamed like a small child.
"С Рождеством." Russia removed the oversized panda head off him, and leaned over to capture the lips of –his- China.
France waltzed down his hallways- his blonde hair waving dramatically as he moved. Rose in hand, he decided to go to England's place.
But, as he opened his Oakwood door, there stood his beloved Angeterre, wearing a dark green coat with a matching scarf. Holding a box of chocolates, he shoved them roughly into France's hands, and said "It's just for Christmas,"
France smiled and pulled the Island nation into a loose hug. "Merry Christmas, l'amour."
Prussia lazily woke up from his awesome slumber, awesomely yawning and stretching before looking surprised at Hungary- whom was sitting on his lap.
"What the hell are you doing?" he wearily asked, putting his hands behind his head.
"Wishing you a good holiday, Albino." She smiled and gingerly kissed him on the lips, before pulling away and saying in her language "Boldog Karácsonyt."
A/N:
Something a little bit sweet [and strange] for Christmas. Happy Holidays!