#So this is Christmas, and what have you done?# I can't believe that it's nearly Christmas (and that the Doctor saved the world again and also that it's not butter but *hit by brick*) YAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ HAPPY CHRISTAMS TO EVERYONE~! *THROWS SWEETS LIKE IN A PANTO AT READERS*

Disclaimer: I may get a DVD of Hetalia for Christmas but I sure as hell don't own it.

"So, where to now?"

Lovino glanced around. "That way? There's a door over there."

They crossed the vast room, over to the door that Lovino had indicated towards. Antonio stuck the key in the lock and turned it. The door slid open easily; they both peered into the even deeper darkness of the room beyond. "Can you see anything, Lovi?" Even though they were the only two there, Antonio still felt the need to whisper.

Lovino squinted hard. "There's something in the very end, but I haven't got a fucking clue what it is."

"Should we go look?"

Lovino stayed holding the door open with his foot. "Can we find something to prop this fucker open first? I sure as hell don't want to get stuck in there." He pushed a convenient table in front of the door to prop it open. "Now we can go in."

Antonio bit his lip. "Ummm... Okay."

Lovino frowned at him. "Bastard, what's wrong with you?"

Antonio laughed, slightly more shakily than normal. "Ahaha, no no, I'm fine, Lovi!"

Lovino raised a dubious eyebrow. "You sure?" The Spaniard nodded. Lovino glanced back in the door. "If you're sure... Come on then." Lovino walked in and stopped after about a metre to stare at Antonio. "You coming or what, bastard?"

Antonio ran in beside him. "O-oh yeah! Wouldn't let Lovi go in all by himself!"

Lovino stared at him thoughtfully. "You're not afraid of the dark – are you?"

Antonio laughed. "N-no, of course not." The door flew closed with a loud bang, plunging them into pitch black. An unearthly shriek rang through the room and something large and warm latched onto Lovino. Lovino screamed and batted it away.

"L-L-L-Lovi?"

Lovino groped around in the darkness and found Antonio's hand. He gripped it tightly. "I'm here."

He could feel Antonio's hand shaking in his own. "D-d-d-d-don't leave."

Lovino rubbed the back of Antonio's hand with his thumb. "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'm not letting go."

"P-promise?"

Lovino twisted his hand to link their pinkies. "Promise." They continued walking along the length of the room. As Lovino had said, they might as well see what was at the other end since they were already in there. Antonio just squeezed Lovino's hand and mumbled in agreement.

Suddenly two candelabras on either side of the narrow room flickered into light, revealing a large ornate mirror on the wall. Antonio visibly relaxed the moment the lights came on. Lovino let go of his hand and began examining a candelabra. Another shout from Antonio sent him spinning around again.

Antonio was facing away from him, chuckling darkly at a mannequin head that had appeared out of nowhere. He picked it up and began whispering to it in a dark and threatening voice. "You little fucker – you were following us like a little creep, weren't you? Well, this is what I think of creepers!" Antonio moved to fling it against the wall. Lovino dashed towards him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"ANTONIO! STOP! You... you're scaring me."

Antonio seemed to tense, and then slowly relaxed in Lovino's arms. He carefully put the head down and let out a shaky breath. "W-we should get out of here." Lovino nodded into Antonio's back and the two of them bolted from the room. Once outside, Antonio slid down and curled into a silent ball.

"Bastard, what the hell was that?! You just flipped your shit over a stupid head!" Antonio curled up even tighter and began muttering apologies into his knees. Lovino crouched down in front of him. "Stop apologising! You got freaked out, I get it. You're afraid of the dark, I get it. But what the fuck happened with that head?! Do you have a fucking spilt personality or something!?"

"My friends and family say I turn into a completely different person when I'm mad, so… Kinda? I'm so, so sor–"

Lovino held up a hand. "Stop fucking saying you're sorry. I get it, okay?"

"Sorry."

"Goddammit Antonio!"

"Sorry."

There was a beat of silence before they both burst into a fit of laughter. After about a minute, Lovino stood up and held out a hand. "Let's keep looking."

Antonio took his hand. "I think there's a room over there we haven't tried yet." They walked over and pushed the door open easily. The moment he set foot into that room, Lovino's face drained of all colour.

"Fratello?"

That end bit is literally how me and my friend are. I'm Antonio and she's Lovino. Anyway, merry Christmas every one! Hope it's a good one!