"Last Christmas I gave you my heart~" You sang, hanging Christmas ornaments on the evergreen tree that Ludwig had brought and somehow shoved inside your tiny apartment. He himself was pinning garland to the door frames, humming along to your song although he had previously complained. The scent of shortbread and coffee drifted from the kitchen, courtesy of Feliciano who had offered to help decorate (although he ended up hiding elsewhere until you had given up and told him to cook something delicious instead).

"Hey, Feli!" You called, pausing in your song. A mess of honey brown hair popped from around the corner.

"Yes, _?"

"Where's your brother? He promised me a cute tomato ornament to go with the red themed decorations I bought."

"Lovino is with a friend of his, ve. I tried to get him to come, but big brother doesn't like Ludwig very much~"

"Ja, ja, we know," Ludwig muttered grudgingly. Lovino Vargas was quite vocal with his distastes and drove the German man insane most days. You had a soft spot for the rough and tumble Italian, though, and you were slightly disappointed in his not being there.

"That reminds me," Ludwig finished hanging the garland and turned to the two of you. "My brother is coming up for Christmas. He mi-"

"You have a brother?!" You shouted, abandoning the tree to put your hands on your hips and glare at your friend. This was the first you'd heard about another Ludwig!

"Er...ja..."

"Ve~ Gilbert is fun! When is he coming?" Feliciano piped up, growing excited.

"Gilbert, eh?" You murmured, a smile quirking your lips. "If he's anything like you, this'll be fun." Two Ludwigs? It really was Christmas.

"Nein, he's not like me...at all," the man blushed, looking awkward.

"He's a lot louder," Feliciano mused. "And looks different. His friends are like that too!"

"Well I still can't wait to meet him!" You said, turning back to your tree. "Why haven't I before?"

Before Ludwig could answer, the door slammed open so hard that it bounced off the wall and a loud "Kesesesesese!" announced the entrance of a red eyed man that you had definitely seen before... with Antonio, the first day you had seen the man.

"The awesome me has arrived!" Gilbert called out. "Now where is my favorite bruderlein?"

"_, this is Gilbert. Gilbert, this is _," Ludwig introduced, strain already showing on his face.

"Allo, fraulein," the elder Ludwig murmured while you twitched at his achingly loud voice. "You're cute. It sucks balls that I can't touch you," he winked while Ludwig spluttered. "But anyway. How's my equally cute bruder?"

"Fine until you started harassing my roommate," the younger murmured while you opened and closed your mouth like a fish.

"Gilbert, what did you mean about _?" Feli asked, as confused as you were. Ludwig looked as if he was about to say something, but Gilbert beat him to it.

"Because she's Antonio's obviously. He called dibs," the red eyed man shrugged and hooked an arm around his brother's shoulders, messing the other's normally neat hair with his other hand. "Besides, I came here for mein adorable bruder anyway. I'll find a fraulein later."

Feli "Ve'd" as if this was a complete appropriate response, but you officially swore off interacting with Antonio ever again. That is until the devil himself appeared in the still-open doorway.

"Hola!"

You groaned inwardly, but you had to admit that he was nothing short of attractive. He was wearing a tank top-as was usual-but had a green button up over the black fabric that complimented his eyes quite nicely. In his arms was a bowl full of a sort of gelatinous sweet. You weren't incredibly surprised to see him; it had been a few days since he'd last been able to harass you, but what did give you a pleasant shock was the presence of a certain grumpy Italian behind him.

"Lovi!" You greeted warmly, enveloping the boy in a hug even as he struggled and blushed. "Your brother told me you were with a... friend..." You trailed off as you suddenly recognized Lovino's "friend" as Antonio. Oh god.

"Hello, _," Lovino greeted, almost formally (although his cheeks were still dusted pink even after you released him), "This bastard is Antonio..."

"Yeah, we've met," You answered dryly while Feliciano tackle-hugged his brother, causing a string of curses to flow from the older boy's mouth.

"Toni!" Gilbert clapped the Spaniard on the back and ushered him deeper inside the house, kicking the door closed behind him. And although the slam of the door made you wince and although Antonio made you angrier than most everything else, the scene before you was pleasant in a Christmas sort of way. Feliciano and Lovino were bickering and Gilbert was clinging to both Antonio and Ludwig, both of which who were shrinking back from the loud man, and the kitchen smelled absolutely wonderful.

"This is nice," You noted aloud, your eyes closing in a smile. Lovino stopped cursing and Gilbert stopped laughing obnoxiously and Antonio looked at you with unadulterated affection that differed from his usual perverted glance but was unbeknownst to you. Ludwig cleared his throat and gave a thin smile as well.

"I think it's time to get a snack, ja? I think Feli's cookies are getting cold."

"And the coffee!" the small man added, leading everyone into the kitchen. Antonio, however, hung back, and he gently tugged your wrist when you walked past, bringing you to pause in front of him instead of joining everybody else.

"I brought flan," is all he said, and for once you were able to see a softer, more bumbling Antonio than what you were used to. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly, unable to decide how to proceed from there.

"Yeah, thanks," you broke the silence, glancing towards the ground shyly. A hand gently tilted your head upwards and he pecked you on the lips sweetly before murmuring, "Feliz navidad." A blush colored your cheeks as he pushed the bowl towards you and turned to leave.

"Wait!" You blurted, grabbing hold of the edge of his button up. He paused and glanced back at you.

"Stay for Christmas dinner... okay? Unless you don't want to of course, in that case you're cool to go and everything, but if you're not doing anything else then-"

"I'll stay," he laughed, tousling your hair with his hand and walking past, but not without slipping his other hand in yours and squeezing gently before releasing. You dove forward and intertwined your fingers with his so that the two of you walked side by side into the kitchen, where Ludwig was settling down the other three for Christmas snacks.

"About time," Ludwig muttered as the two of you approached.

You just shrugged and gave a weak smile. "He brought flan," you offered at which Ludwig scoffed and shook his head.

"Whatever you say. Merry Christmas, _."

At this, Feliciano piped up as well, announcing, "Merry Christmas!" in a sing song voice while Lovino and Gilbert did the same in their own respective languages. You surveyed the room and grinned happily, squeezing the warm hand in yours even tighter.

"Merry Christmas!"