We were just sitting around, talking like we usually do during winter when Italy decided he needed to use the toilet. He hopped up from the table and made a mad dash for the bathroom, passing a window on the way. He stopped short and backtracked to the window.
"Look Germany, it's snowing!" He grinned and pointed out the window.
"So it is, so it is…" I nodded in agreement. "Wait, didn't you need to use the bathroom?"
A laugh came from outside.
"Germany, Germany! Did you hear that? That sounded like Santa!" Italy ran outside and waved his arms frantically. "Come on outside, Germany! You'll miss Santa if you just sit in there!" He shouted excitedly.
I sighed. "Alright, alright, I'm coming…" I walked to the door and leaned on the doorjamb, looking out over my yard. It was indeed snowing. The snowflakes were beautiful with the moon glinting off of them. Italy laughed as a present was dropped from the sleigh in the sky and into his hands. He caught another one and ran past me, into the warmth of the house.
"You're going inside already?" I asked, with an eyebrow raised. "You just got out here."
"Come sit with me, Germany!"
I sighed. "Alright…" I walked over and sat down next to him on the rug. He held out one of the little boxes.
"For you, Germany! From Santa!"
"For me...?" I took it carefully and set it down in front of me. "I wonder what's inside..."
Meanwhile, Italy had already ripped the wrapping from his gift and was running over to the kitchen.
"Was it pasta, Italy?" I called, starting to carefully take the paper off the box.
"Si~ I'm going to make some, okay?"
"Ja, alright." I looked down into the small package. A set of new cleaning rags. I picked one up and looked toward the kitchen. I ran in and immediately started putting them to use, cleaning up after the mess Italy was making.