"Germany, Germany, Germany!" The blond groaned as Italy leapt onto the bed. "It's Christmas! Come on, wake up!"
"Italy, get off!" Germany sat up and glared at the brunette.
"It's Christmas!" Italy grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed.
"I'll be down in a moment." Germany said, suddenly blushing and smoothing his hair back.
"Ok, I'll make coffee!" Italy scampered down the stairs. Ludwig waited for a moment and walked to his closet. His huge German Shepherd looked up and barked.
"Move, Blackie." The dog leapt up and Ludwig opened his closet. "Come here, libeling." He picked up a small present and walked down stairs. He hid the present under his shirt as Italy trotted into the living room.
"What's under your shirt?" Italy asked, handing Germany a present. A little dog yipped happily and stuck its head out of Germany's shirt.
"Puppy!" Italy took the tiny Dachshund into his arms and cuddled the puppy.
"She is for you." Italy squealed.
"Grazi, Ludwig!" He threw an arm around the tall country. "I'm going to name her Louise! After you!" Germany smiled as Blackie jumped up on Italy, trying to sniff the puppy.
"Now open yours!" Germany carefully pulled the paper away from a box. He lifted the lid and his eyes widened.
A painting of him and Japan, sitting under a blooming cherry tree. Japan gazed serenely up at the blossoms, his legs tucked under him. Germany leaned against the trunk, an ever so faint smile on his lips. He was looking at something else though.
"What am I looking at?"
"Me." Italy said as Louise snuggled against his chest and fell asleep. "I meant to give it to you a long time ago. I just never finished it till now."
"It's wonderful."
"So is Lousie."
XXX
"Ivan! Wake up!" America jumped on the bed and tugged at his lover's blankets. "Dude, wake up, it's Christmas! And Santa left us an awesome breakfast! I didn't know Finland would bring food!" Russia smiled as he rolled over.
"I don't think it was Finland, sunflower." He said standing.
"Why do ya say that?" Alfred practically drug Ivan to the kitchen.
"I don't think he cooks Russian food." Alfred stopped and grinned up at Ivan. "It was you." Russia smiled. "Awesome."
"You're welcome."
"First is presents." Alfred grabbed Ivan's hand and hauled him to the living room. "This one's for you." He handed Russia a huge box. "It took forever for it to get here. I was scared it got lost." Russia opened the wrapping paper and looked at it confused. "What's wrong? It's supposed to be Harry Potter. Did they send the wrong books?" Alfred looked at the covers. He was certain they said Harry Potter on the cover.
"I've already read them. You forced me into it, remember?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah but you had to read mine. These are in Russian. Besides, you don't own them." Alfred smiled childishly. Russia chuckled and took Alfred into his arms.
"Blagodaryu Vas, podsolnechnika." (Thank you, sunflower.) Alfred hugged him back.
"And now for your present." Ivan said, sliding off the couch and sitting next to the tree. He picked up a small box wrapped in pale blue paper.
"I thought that was from you." America joined Russia on the floor and took the box. He viscously tore the paper and opened the box.
"It took a long time to get it." Ivan said sheepishly. "I hope you like it." America grinned and wrapped a long dark blue scarf around his neck.
"I look like you now." He said, pulling it up over his nose. He took a deep breath and smiled. "It smells like you."
"Do you like it?"
Alfred snuggled against him. "Of course I do, big guy. I love everything you do."
"I thought you hated Communism."
"Ok. Almost everything."
XXX
"Am I Catholic or Protestant?" Laying on France's bed, Britain looked up at the ceiling and scrunched his eyebrows.
"How can you possibly be drunk, sourcils?" France asked rolling over to face Britain.
"I'm not." France raised an eyebrow. "I swear, I'm not. Christmas is just a confusing time for me, that's all."
"Ah." France frowned. "How did you know-?"
"You had an eyebrow raised?"
"Oui."
"I could hear it." France sat up.
"What?"
"Shall we open presents?" Britain sat up and bent over to get his slippers. "Ack!" France grabbed him from behind and pulled him back to the bed.
"Why can't I just have you for my present, mon lapin?"
"Because I actually bought you something this year." Britain grumbled. But after a moment of France rubbing his cheek against the crook of Britain neck, Arthur sighed and smiled.
"Was that a laugh, pirate?"
"Maybe, fop."
"Well, I think this present might be worth looking at." France stood and walked towards the door. Britain shook his head and followed.
"This is for you." France handed him a box and sat on the couch.
"Is it-" Britain laughed and shook his head again. "It's a tea pot." It was a very pretty tea pot, though. It was white, with a black drawing of a pirate ship. "Thank you." France smiled and kissed him gently.
"Yours is the big one." France jumped up and grabbed the box. He childishly tore into the paper and gasped. A pair of beautiful black boots gleamed up at him.
"Merci, chère." He said softly, a grateful smile on his lips.
"I'm glad you like them." Britain nervously and carefully toyed with the tea pot. "I hope they're in your size though." France greedily pulled on the boots.
"Ils sont parfaits!" he clapped his hands happily. "I think we should your present to good use, oui?" Britain stood and hugged him.
"France?"
"Oui?"
"You forgot to clothe yourself again."
A REALLY late Christmas one... Happy very late holidays!