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GerIta
Just 5 hours to go!
It was 7 o'clock on Christmas Eve, and Italy was determined to stay up until midnight.
Why?
Well, he wanted to be the first one to wish Germany a merry Christmas of course! This year, he wanted to be the first one to wish him a merry Christmas, the first one to give him a present, the first one to…drag him under the mistletoe maybe? Italy giggled quietly at the thought. He and Germany had been together for almost a year now, but this was the first Christmas they had truly spent together.
And Italy was excited. He felt like running in and hugging Germany right now, but the little Italian knew that Germany was working very hard at the moment, so that he wouldn't have to work on Christmas day. It made Italy happy to know that Germany was thinking of him, but Christmas Eve was just as special as the day after!
Still, at least he's making an effort to spend time with me…
Italy snuggled into the blanket covering him, silently wishing Germany was next to him. He listened, and could faintly hear the sound of typing and a few disapproving sighs, probably meaning Germany had made a little mistake.
Italy smiled as his thoughts drifted to the German, and he slowly closed his eyes, dreaming of his lover.
The little Italian opened his eyes drowsily. He'd gone to sleep! And he wasn't even in the living room anymore! Italy rubbed his eyes, noticing that he was lying in Germany's bed with the cover tucked round him cosily.
So Germany had finished his work and found me asleep, and took me up to bed. Italy smiled at how much Doitsu cared about him, before suddenly jumping out of his bed to look at the clock.
2am…that's okay…I can still be the first! Wait….where's Germany? I was sleeping in his bed, but one side hasn't been slept in, the other side I messed up by sleeping in it in the first place….
Italy crept over to the door, opening it a crack. The downstairs light was still on. Did Germany forget to turn it off? Or was he still working?
Italy tiptoed down the stairs, his cold feet making the wooden floorboards creak slightly. Italy froze, but when nothing happened, he continued, trying to step more quietly this time. When he reached the bottom, he crept through the plain house towards the study. He called it plain because Germany wouldn't let him put any decorations up, saying they looked "tacky". It had made Italy sad, but he didn't want to argue with the German, so not so much as a bauble was seen. He peered round the door of the study, but it was empty. Italy frowned; where could Germany be?
Oh well, I'll just go wait in the living room until Germany –
Italy stopped short as he saw the living room. It was covered in tinsel and various other decorations that Italy didn't even know they had! And a tree! The tree was spectacular, completely covered in red, white, blue, green and other colour baubles and tinsel that shone in the light of the fancy lamp in the corner of the room. But what was more spectacular was the sight at the foot of the tree.
His supposedly scrooge-like lover was crouching down to put carefully – wrapped present under the tree. He had clearly taken a lot of care into decorating the room quietly while the Italian was asleep, to surprise him in the morning. Italy suddenly felt very guilty about seeing the living room like this right now. Germany wanted to see Italy's face when he saw this, but he had ruined it.
Maybe if I sneak back upstairs…? Italy began backing out of the room, not wanting to tear his eyes away from such festivity. Unfortunately, Germany had used a box of lights to hold the door open while he carried all the decorations in, and hadn't moved it out of the way.
Germany jumped as he heard a small cry, and turned around to see Italy sprawled on the floor just inside the room.
"I-Italy?!" The German was surprised to see the Italian awake at two in the morning, but those thoughts fled his head as he dropped the rest of the presents and hurried over, scooping the little Italian in his strong arms.
"Are you alright, mein Italien?" He asked, worry written all over his face.
Italy opened his big, brown eyes. "Doitsu…?" He saw the expression on Germany's face and wriggled out of his grasp. "I'm so sorry Doitsu, I just wanted to surprise you by being the very first one to see you on Christmas morning, and I didn't mean to ruin your surprise but I guess I did and now you're mad at me and this is the worst Christmas ever!" He burst into tears, burying his face in Germany's jacket. The German was surprised at the Italian's sudden judgements. He wasn't mad, and this didn't condemn the rest of Christmas.
"I'm not mad, Feli…" He said gently, stroking his soft auburn-brown hair.
"But you are because I ruined your surprise just because I wanted to be the first one to wish you a Happy Christmas and give you your present and kiss you – " Italy froze and pulled back from Germany, hoping he didn't say the last part.
Even though they'd been together for a while, they had only kissed a few times, because Germany always got very embarrassed and tried to avoid it sometimes.
He studied the German's usually stoic face with his big, brown eyes worriedly, hoping he didn't make Doitsu too embarrassed and ashamed.
Ashamed? Was Germany ashamed of our relationship? Italy was so busy worrying about this, that he missed the small smile Germany gave him.
I don't want to upset Doitsu! I don't want to be a burden to him, maybe I should just – Germany's lips against his own. Doitsu was kissing him! Italy returned the kiss gladly, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Germany smiled into the kiss, letting Italy deepen it, which he did almost instantly. Italy ran his hands through Germany's hair, messing up the neat, combed back hair and freeing it to fall into the German's eyes slightly. He always looked sexier this way, in Italy's opinion. The thought made him blush, but as they pulled back for air, he admired his handiwork and indeed, he was right. Germany was blushing too, but he was smiling as well. Brown orbs stared into perfect blue ones.
"Buon Natale, Doitsu!" Italy said joyfully, kissing Germany's cheek affectionately, before hugging him tightly. Germany blushed a bit before hugging back, though not as tightly for fear of crushing him.
"…Fröhliche Weihnachten, Feli…" The German replied softly.
What a special Christmas this was turning out to be…
A/N: So that was the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it but, as I have given you a present of this fanfiction, please give me a present back, by reviewing! It will honestly make my Christmas!
