Idon't: *whimpers* It's supposed to storm again.
Missouri: Shut it! Iowa made me mad again.
Idon't: This one isn't a storm fic; this is the first fluff I ever wrote, ever!
Missouri: It's going to stink.
Idon't: If you don't shut up, I'll take off your glasses.
Missouri: Not St. Louis!
It was Christmas time again, and little Chibitalia had a lot of work to do! Mr. Austria was holding another Christmas party for the nations, and it was closing in quickly on them, them being Mr. Austria, Ms. Hungary, Holy Roman Empire, and Chibitalia. A lot of nations are coming, including Spain and ChibiRomano, so it must be perfect or else ChibiRomano will start cussing at the nations, and kicking and head butting Spain.
"Holy Rome, Holy Rome," Chibitalia shouted when he saw the young empire, "where are Mr. Austrias' sheet music for the violin?" Chibitalia asked, after looking around the big house, searching for the violin sheet music so Ms. Hungary could play along, even though Mr. Austria said she couldn't play worth one of her cookies.
The young blond empire turned a bright red, like Mr. Spain's prized tomatoes red, and pointing over to the table. Nodding his head when Chibitalia said thank you, he watched him as he tried to reach the table, and fell.
"Humph!" Chibitalia stated when he fell, smoothing out his dress, he got up, grabbed a couple of big books, and stood on them, trying to reach the sheet music.
Holy Roman Empire eventually saw that the young nation couldn't reach them, no matter how hard he tried. Holy Rome though of a plan: when he got done setting out the dishes so Ms. Hungary could wash them, he'd help Chibitalia.
By the time Holy Rome got done with what he was supposed to do, Chibitalia still hasn't gotten the sheet music, so Holy Rome thought of his plan, he went over to Chibitalia.
"Holy Rome," the young nation started, "I'm glad you're here. I need some help, please will you help me? I don't want to get stepped on again!"
Nodding his head, Holy Rome told him to take off his shoes, and to stand on his back, Holy Romes' back, that is.
"She's very heavy." Holy Rome thought as Chibitalia stepped onto his back.
After he got it, he jumped off of Holy Rome's back, put on his little white shoes, and waited for Holy Rome to stand back up again.
"Thank you!" Chibitalia thanked him, then kissed him on the cheek, and ran back to Mr. Austria. Holy Rome sat there, blushing a deep red.
"Aww," Said an adult voice, looking at a painting of the nations at a Christmas party, with a few chibis, "I remember this; Hungary still can't play worth one of her cookies."
"ITALY," another voice, German, yelled and honked a car horn, "COME ON, WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE TO AUSTRIA'S CHRISTMAS PARTY!"
Setting down the painting, Italy ran out to his boyfriend's car, sliding into the passenger seat, smiling.
"Sorry Germany, I was searching for my suit and I found a painting. I lost time, but I found my suit!"
"Only you." Germany said, before kissing Italy's nose.
Later that night, Italy thought back to the times of when Holy Rome was around, and the parties back then. Looking over at Germany, he realized that, Holy Rome was still alive, and bounced over to Holy Rom- I mean Germany, and told him he loved him.
Missouri: That was a fail
Idon't: *grabs Missouri's glasses.* Shut it.
Missouri: Work on writing Fluff more.
Idon't: I hope you, tolerated this at least. If you liked it, I'm glad then. See you later.
