Disclaimer: Own nothing

Pairings: Fr/UK, PruCan, Spamano, Gerita, Rusame and a small brother love thing going on with Ch/Ja.

Another God-less Christmas was quickly on its way and when you reached over the age of a hundred, the year goes by faster and faster. All the nations groaned because their people will expect them to take a big part in the festivities. Germany has to help the mothers of young children secretly decorate the trees, so that the children can wake up to 'magic.' Canada was being forced to, yet again, play Santa Claus. Japan would have to help sell Christmas cakes on the street.

Because when you were a nation, you couldn't enjoy the holidays that were meant for your mortals. You were an icon and icon couldn't enjoy such festivities.

Well, America wasn't going to have another meeting before Christmas with everyone frowning and feeling sorry for themselves. So he made the ultimate suggestion. A Secret Santa contest.

"Why should we even bother doing something so stupid?" asked Grinch-er-I mean, England.

"He is right. It's a stupid idea," China added.

"Well it is coming from America," Russia laughed, earning a glare from the spectacled nation. One day, Russia would see his awesomeness.

"You guys don't want to get gifts? What's wrong with you? I know you're not American but I thought even you guys had some Christmas spirit."

"I introduced you to the holiday, you brat!" England exclaimed.

"And I perfected it," America said smugly.

Now it was on and the nations were looking pumped.

"I'm sure I can win this contest with ease," France stated with confidence.

"I like this game!" Italy exclaimed.

"Alright! Winner gets to rightfully claim that their Christmas is best."

The nations in agreement gathered: England, Germany, Italy, France, America, Spain, Romano, China, Japan, Russia, Prussia and Canada. They placed all their names in a stocking. After going through the rules (America tried to explain but Germany took over, being the one deemed more direct and clear with instructions), they all took a name. There was never a more diverse mixture of expressions as they looked at the names. Some were happy, some were really not.

Germany set his paper down to look at the others.

"Remember. You cannot let anyone know who you have. Be as discrete as-"

"Ve Spain! What do you like for Christmas?"

Romano and Germany stared at Italy in horror, Spain glancing at Italy in curiosity. England shot out of his seat.

"You idiot! You just gave yours away."

Italy frowned and shook his head fearfully.

"But I didn't say who I had."

Meanwhile, Germany was trying to keep his composure. He had no idea why he felt so…bad. The idea of Italy giving someone else a present made him feel bad. He looked at his paper again: England. Italy was going to give Spain a gift and he was going to give one to England. Yet he felt something unpleasant in his chest. He wanted to give his Italian friend something.

Romano was silently fuming. Lady Fortune was a big-ass whore. Not only did he have to give that potato bastard something but Italy had Spain. No one should give Spain anything except for him! He made claim to the Spanish country long ago and he didn't want to share even with his brother.

America was smirking. He knew enough about Italy to give him something good enough to win the competition. This was going to be too easy. Just give the weird little guy some pizza.

Spain was happy to have Romano's name. No, more than happy.

England had Japan. Prussia had France. China had Russia. Canada had America. Russia had Prussia. France had Canada. Japan had China.

"Alright bros! Let's get this competition started. I'll beat all of you."

The nation laughed and rushed away.

"Well, I guess he's confident. He must have someone easy," England remarked to himself. He gasped when he felt a hand on his thigh and punched the offender in the face.

"Oh! What's gotten into you?" demanded France angrily.

"Like you don't know, you bloody frog!"

"We shouldn't hit each other, mon ami."

"I'm not your ami. Thank God I don't have to give you a gift."

"Well, I don't have to give you one either. I feel sorry for whoever has to," France and England started going at it like wild dogs.

"Christ. I guess the meeting is adjourned," Germany sighed and left.

Most people got up and left, leaving just the two Italian brothers. Romano came up closer to his brother.

"So you got Spain, do you?"

"No no! I-"

"Please, it's obvious you got the stupid bastard's name. I'd feel sorry for you if I weren't feeling sorry for myself. I have to give something to that Germany freak."

Suddenly, Italy looked interested.

"You have Germany's name?"

Romano opened one eye to focus on him in suspicion. He knew Italy had feelings for the nation forever, just like he did with Spain. Life wasn't fair.

"That's right. I don't even care about this competition. It can suck my balls."

"Would you like to trade?"

The suggestion nearly made Romano fall over. Italy had a serious look on his face, keeping his eye on the paper in Romano's hand.

"You actually want to trade names? Why?"

"I want to give something to Germany. He's my friend."

"I won't let you give that potato bastard one fucking-" Romano trailed off when he saw the eyes. Great, his fratello was using them again. And he knew better than to try to look away.

The eyes, coupled with the fact that Italy had Spain's name, made Romano agree. Italy smiled brightly and jumped up and down.

"Yay! Thank you, brother! I have Germany! I have Germany!" he screamed loud enough for everyone to hear.

Including Germany…