Guess who was writing this during science class instead of taking notes! Teehee. Oops. t(T^T)z I don't own Sgt. Frog/Keroro Gunso. So my dad asked me if I wanted marinara or Vodka sauce on my pasta tonight as I was going downstairs. So, as I jumped down the last three stairs, I yelled "VODKA!". Now my dad thinks I'm insane. If you get the Hetalia reference, have a cyber-cookie. Now, on with the story!

It was Christmas Eve, and one Natsumi Hinata was stationed on the floor, writing her Christmas wishlist. Her neat scrawl was splashed across the page; each wish was a bullet point on the left of the margin. She paused, taking a moment to re-read the list, so absorbed in her task she failed to notice the presence behind her. So far, her list read:

A new phone (The fridiot broke her old one crapping around with it.)

The new signed Mutsumi poster

Bokegaeru- Do his chores

Mama- Spend more time at home

A poinsettia (Natsumi had no idea where that came from, or where it was going.)

A boyfriend who will love me and treasure me until the end of time

Natsumi blushed at the last point, knowing it was a childish view of love, like a Prince Charming. She hoped it would be Saburo, however, a different face also drifted at the edge of her conscience.

Meanwhile, a red frog was roasting potatoes. The flames spluttered as the afore-mentioned frog polished the gun in his hands. Occasionally, he would pause to poke the fire with a nearby stick. As he sat there, Giroro pondered what to get his warrior princess, Natsumi. A loud crash, then the familiar yell of 'BOKEGAERU!' followed by another loud crash, alerted the red dharma. Running inside, Giroro watched as Natsumi grabbed his lackadaisical commanding officer by his green face and hurl the sergeant out the door, stomping after, face flushed and yelling "DON'T READ MY WISHLIST! IT'S PRIVATE! YOU STUPID FROG!"

Giroro knew he shouldn't invade his princess's privacy, but his curiosity had been piqued. He army-crawled on his fore-arms over to the sheet of looseleaf on the floor where the pink-haired goddess had been writing the Christmas list (until the little frog in the yellow hat had interrupted her.), if the eraser shavings and pencil next to the paper were any indication. The red corporal picked up the paper the girl had been editing. He began reading it, and he stopped at the last bullet. He knew what to get Natsumi now. Footsteps sounded, and Giroro leapt up, off of the floor, just as Natsumi walked in. "Hey Red, watcha-""HEYNATSUMICAN'TTALKGOTTAGOI'LLSEEYOULATER!"* Giroro sprinted to the door, his face an embarrassed red.

The next morning, Natsumi came downstairs, and was surprised to see something strange in her stocking. She ran to it, and found that Giroro was sleeping in her stocking, a red ribbon on the left side of his hat, and a tag was tied with a red ribbon around his neck. The tag read: 'To Natsumi- the last bullet point on the list.' The tag was signed 'Love' and then a skull as a signature. Natsumi blushed. She kissed Giroro on the cheek, and still off in dreamland somewhere, the red corporal smiled happily, albeit sleepily. Natsumi smiled as well, she finally recognized who the face was at the edge of her conscience was: Giroro. This was the best Christmas ever.

~Owari~

* HEY NATSUMI CAN'T TALK GOTTA GO I'LL SEE YOU LATER! That's what Giroro was saying at the asterisk earlier in the story, btw. Yah. I realized how much I'm like Giroro around Natsumi when I'm around my crush. Whoops. Except I don't pull a gun on anyone who gets too close to him. That is a good thing. For me, anyway. I just had 4 pancakes for breakfast five minutes ago. I'm hungry again. Shimmerfur, out!