Hey bros. I do not own Hetalia. I wanted to do this for a while now, but forgot about it until now. So I wrote it. :I I hope you like. R&R, Enjoy~

(England's POV)

"Hey England!" I heard my younger brother yelling for me. "ENGLAND!" I sighed and set down the rolling pin to go see what the git wanted.

"Yes America?" I asked as I turned the corner to see America lying in a pile of cans. I swear I face-palmed. "What happened America?"

"I tried to reach the sprinkles, but they were to high, so I tried to climb the shelf, but it wasn't sturdy and I fell down." America said, tears forming around his sky blue eyes.

We were visiting France (the frog bastard), for Christmas because America wanted to see his twin brother.

I sighed again, and started picking up the cans. I glanced at America who was trying to pick up the cans and try not to cry at the same time.

So I did what anyone would do. I gave him a hug, and took the cans out of his hands.

After picking up all of the cans, I reached up to grab the sprinkles to find that I couldn't reach the top shelf either.

'Why does that French bastard have to keep the cookie sprinkles on the top shelf?' I thought to myself before storming off to find the blonde headed prick.

"Oi, Frog-face, come help me reach the sprinkles!" I yelled up the stairs.

*Silence*

'Ugh, he must have gone out.' I concluded in my head, before looking around. 'Looks like Canada is gone too.'

Suddenly I smelled something burning. "My sugar cookies!" I screamed, running for the kitchen.

I somehow managed to save the cookies, and me and America put pink frosting and green sprinkles on them.

The second batch was done, so I asked America to grab more pink frosting out of the top cabinet.

I watched him hop up on the counter, before turning back to my cookies. I heard a loud crash right behind me and whipped around to see America sitting on the floor.

The first thing I noticed was that his sitting position was weird for someone who just fell, the back of his calves touching the sides of his thighs.

The second thing I noticed was that he was covered in pink frosting. His eyes had tears in the corner, no doubt because the fall hurt.

"I'm sorry England!" He said, hanging his head low. "I'm such a klutz…" He mumbled to himself.

"It's all right America…" I started before I was interrupted.

"No it's not! Why don't you get angry at me? Why don't you hit me?" He yelled, hot tears streaming down his face.

When I didn't answer, he got up and ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door.

France just had to walk in the door right at that moment too. "Mon Dieu! What a mess!" He exclaimed.

Canada ran toward the sink, grabbing a washcloth and started cleaning up the mess, slipping on frosting once or twice.

"What happened Angleterre?" The blonde Frenchman asked. I glared at him before running upstairs to comfort America.

"America?" I asked softly as I opened the door. I heard the muffled 'Go away', but ignored it.

I went and sat next to him on the window sill, his face buried in a white pillow. The moonlight was shining down on us.

"Hey, America, nobody is perfect…" I started before stopping. "Did I ever tell you the story about the oysters?"

America shook his head.

"Well, there where thousands of oysters laying on the ocean floor. All of them exactly the same. Then one day, God saw an oyster and said 'Hmm… I think I'm going to make this one different'. And he put a little sand in that oysters mouth." I said. "Do you know what happened next?"

He shook his head again.

"In a few short months, that sand turned into a pearl." I answered. "The point is, you're not like anybody else. Inside you…" I poked his chest. "… is a pearl."

Next thing I know I'm being hugged. "Thank you England." The mumbled words came from his chest.

He looked up from my chest and his face turned into a living tomato. 'Aww, He is blushing.' I thought.

Until I looked up. There, above our heads, was a mistletoe. I looked at America, who's eyes were wide, and his mouth slightly open.

"It's only tradition right?" He said, before getting up on his knees to match my height. Before I could answer, or even move away, America placed his lips over my own.

This shall continue, NOT A ONE-SHOT! :) You like? *Total USUK fangirl over here!*