49. Christmas
A heavy weight impacted his stomach, causing Germany to wake up with a strangled cry. He groaned at the sight of Italy grinning cheerfully and flopped back onto the bed, putting his arm over his eyes.
"Wake up, Germany!" Italy pulled incessantly at his arm until Germany finally rolled off the bed with a frustrated sound.
His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the large fragrant pine tree full of presents and decorated with ornaments that greeted him.
Italy grinned as he took in Germany's startled face.
"Merry Christmas!"
"It's...the middle of August."
"So?"