This is somewhat of a present for Gilberofprussia. ^^ Took me a while to write it. Multiple chapters. Basically a whole bunch of ideas combined. rated M for last chapter.

The little brunette had his face plastered to the frosty glass of his bedroom window, his curl eerily still as well as his body, never moving an inch. His brown eyes were wide and gleaming with hard determination. He was looking for something, no someone, out in the blizzard of an Austrian winter. 'La Bafana will bring me my presents; everything on my list…" He whispered and watched expectantly.

Feliciano burst into the German's home; as usual he had a lack of pants and more than enough enthusiasm. "Doitsuuuu~! Doitsuuuu~!" he chirped in a singsong voice as he rounded the corner to Germany's living room.

He stopped and stared in awe. The room was decorated with classic wooden nutcrackers and other figurines, in one corner a huge Christmas tree decorated with crystalline ornaments, and on one shelf there was a line of candles with reindeer and other animals as the holders.

Amidst all the decorations stood Germany with his brother Prussia, Germany tacking up and checking decorations and Prussia, as always, was sitting off to the side watching, saying something in rapid German.

"Buon Gornio! Whatcha doin'?" Feliciano ignored Prussia in favor of the hard at work Germany but Prussia didn't really care, in fact he stood a moment later and in English said, "Well, I'm out! See you at the Christmas party! Ore-sama out!" And left the two alone.

Italy briefly waved to the departing Prussian then turned back to Germany, "Wellll~? What are you doing???"

The German grunted in irritation as he caused a pin to move from its place. "Working. Don't. Need. Distraction. Play. Later…" He sighed and caught the pin before it fell all the way off.

It wasn't like he was asking for very much… There was only one thing scrawled in crayon on his wish list-to have his friend Holy Roman Empire back from the war. La Bafana had to bring him back, he just had to…

Brown eyes lost their twinkle and were soon clouded with sleepiness. Soon the light eyelids became heavy blocks of lead, the boy didn't want to crash. He tried to fight sleep but soon it was too much, he teetered and too soon fell, head resting on the windowsill. His left cheek was pressed up against the cold glass, his right on the wood, his body resting in a crouched position against the wall, and it wasn't comfortable but the boy didn't care.

For a couple minutes Germany worked on his decorations with Italy sitting idly in the corner, watching, his boredom evident through half lidded eyes and constant twitching.

Another thing Germany noticed was that Italy was even more annoying when he was bored. Sure, he was a nuisance when he was excited and when he was happy and basically all the time but that was nothing compared to bored Italy.

"Doitsuuuu… Are you done yet?" He asked for the 5,000th time in the mere 15 minutes he'd been there.

Germany sighed, "If I was done why would I still be working?" This was one of the many comebacks to the question Italy asked at regular 5-second intervals. Among the first few were plain, 'Shut up!' and 'Leave me alone while I'm working!' but Germany found it more entertaining to be creative with the responses.

"I don't know, would you?" Chimed Italy, his leg bouncing up and down as he slapped his feet against the floor in another one of his nervous twitches.

Germany hated it when he did that, Slap! Slap! Slap! Every single time the Italian's feet came in contact with the floor the sound rang throughout the otherwise silent room, and seemed to slam against the German's skull like bullets. It was just so annoying!

Germany growled, "Stop it, Feliciano!" At the mention of his human name Italy looked up finally ceasing the infernal slap sound to Germany's relief.

"Che cosa?" He asked in his native tongue, causing the non-Italian speaking German confusion.

"What was that?"

"Oh… I just… You used my real name, ve~!" he sang happily, continuing his nervous ticking and the slap sound started up again despite Germany's efforts to stop it.

His sleep was heavy and dreamless, he didn't awake to the Austrian that came in at 6:00 the time he was supposed to get up at, who moved him onto the bed itself and wrapped him in a blanket instead of waking him. He didn't rouse from the sleep into well into the day, about 11:00.

When he was fully awake he threw off the covers, forgetting that he fell asleep without them on, and hurried down the hallway to the living room. He was still in his white nightgown but he didn't pay any attention. His entire mind and body were focused on one thing: Today was Christmas. Christmas meant La Bafana came. La Bafana coming meant presents. His presents meant Holy Roman Empire.

This continued for a couple hours, Italy had come later than usual, around 2:00 in the evening, while he normally arrived at Germany's in the late morning after he woke up. If he wasn't there already sleeping in the same bed as the German.

Before long it was time for Italy's siesta and so he asked if he could take it over at Germany's house, claiming that if he went back to his house he'd get swooped up by a giant bird or wander over to Switzerland's place and get shot.

Germany knew better than to argue and so let his friend use the guest bedroom. He was happy that he didn't have to put up with Italy's constant twitching and talking and singing.

Not that he didn't like the company, but sometimes Italy was just too damn annoying! Sometimes it was nice to get away from him and from everyone. This was his time.

He was finished with the decorations and decided to treat himself to a hot chocolate, remembering to make one for Italy to warm up when he woke up from his siesta.

The German sipped at the hot chocolate absentmindedly. The hot liquid burned his throat and warmed his ears and hands from holding the mug. The sweet taste of chocolate and a hint of peppermint hit his tastebuds, just like he liked it.

For the most part that's how the afternoon went, the Italian fast asleep in the guest bedroom and Germany sipping hot cocoa in the kitchen, thinking about too many things and just staring into space.

That is until Italy woke up.

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