Author's Note: *Snickers* This one was inspired by the song "Little Saint Nick". The plot bunny attacked me in dance class when I was picked to be the reindeer and instead of dancing, the 'santa' shot me. With a pretend gun... I was like, 'Hetalia!plotbunnie attack' and fell over laughing. And the look I imagined at the end is a mix between a temper tantrum face and someone who's puppy has just been kicked And the official name of the pagent is '(Y/n)'s All Male Nude Nation Christmas Revue'. I own that title, but not APH.

"C'mon Vash… Please let me hold my Christmas pageant at your house!" You whined, attempting to will him to give in to your demand. You wrapped your arms around the stoic nation's torso, glancing up at him with what you thought was your best puppy dog eyes/quivering lip combo ever.

"I said no [y/n]," The nation could do nothing but sigh as he looked at your sad attempt to get your way. He had heard all about your attempted pageant last year and wanted it to be nowhere near Liechtenstein, no matter how much he adored you. You huffed and turned away, crossing your arms over your chest as you muttered about how unloved you were and what a meanie Vash was.

"Vee~ did you get Switzerland's permission yet [y/n]?" Feliciano pranced into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of reindeer antlers on his head and a little white sheet wrapped loosely around his hips.

Several loud shots rang out through the house, and the once prancing Italian ran away as quickly as he could. Vash lowered his gun and turned to you, intent on giving you the lecture of your life but he froze when he saw the look on your face.

"Damnit Vash, you killed my Rudolph!"