I woke up in my room, a warm blanket covering me. There was a weight at the end of my bed. I moved my foot and poked it…It was a person…
Austria looked at me, his gorgeous eyes full of tears. His glasses were absent, and he was nearly chocking. "Don't you ever do that again!"
I didn't say anything, only sat up and was immediately embraced. He held me so tightly I could barely take in a breath. With no warning, he pushed his lips to mine, and we kissed. I had never felt so much passion…he broke us apart and continued to weep.
"Dammit, Hungary…" He tried to get a little more control of himself. "I couldn't live with myself if you died, so don't ever do that again! I was so worried…I know you can't stand me…but I can't loose you…I love you…please don't go…" He stopped speaking. Finally, I put my arms around him.
"…I love you too…" I was speaking through tears. "…I'm sorry…I didn't even give you a chance to talk…I know I said some really mean things…but I love you…" My voice became useless, and I simply cried. We held each other for such a long time…
Finally, we fell back onto my bed, our bodies tied together. Both of us were quiet now. We were looking at one another…
"…I'm sorry…" I said. "…I was…stupid."
"…And I was cruel…I'm sorry…"
I smiled and touched my forehead gently to his. "It's alright…I forgive you…" My eyes closed, intoxicated on happiness…
I fell asleep there, my body still exhausted. I woke up occasionally, getting a kiss from the man still wrapped loyally around me. I was so happy to have his lips pressed to mine…
"I love you…" He would tell me and I would repeat it back to him.
When we finally came out, it was two o' clock in the afternoon. Italy and Shinsei Roma were standing before my door, both of them looking worried.
"Hungary!" The reddish haired boy wrapped himself around my legs, his cheek resting against the hem of my dress. He began to cry softly. 'please don't go…"
"I'm not going anywhere…" as usual, I swept him up and laid my lips upon his cheek. "I love you, Italy…"
"I love you too…"
"Italy…" The boy looked to Austria, who took a bit of time to plan his words. "..I'm sorry about what I did…I didn't know…" he had a deficiency of words. "I didn't know you liked that hen so much…"
"Oh…well, it's alright…" I knew he was finding it difficult to forgive him. I began to twirl Italy's hair between my middle and index fingers. I selected the stand that curled out from behind his ear. "...That feels nice…"
"Well, let's open presents…it's getting late…"
We leaked into the room with our Christmas tree, which was rich and beautiful, especially in the afternoon light. The bulbs glistened and each one was like a miniature star upon our tree. Presents waiting for us under the branches, and I was handed the first one.
I received everything I had asked for, a new apron, new tights…all of that. I was surprised he didn't go over the top. I wasn't going to complain, but I was expecting something slightly more extravagant…I knew I was frequently upset that he was giving expensive gifts…but that was more so out modesty.
Italy opened his presents, a sketch book, a set of paints, and a new set of artistic pencils.
"Thank you!" he called out to me. There was a huge grin upon his face. I could only smile back. In the meantime, Shinsei Roma was looking over his things. I had selected for him a sketch book as well, but Austria had selected more practical things such as a new blouse and shoes, which were incredibly dull. Perhaps he was more mature than most children, but no one, even adults, want such things on Christmas.
"It's okay, Shinsei Roma…I'll share with you…" Italy told him.
"Oh…thank you…" His cheeks turned pinker than they normally did in this situation. I found it cute that they began drawing with no regard for Austria and I. We looked at each other and smiled, kissing with no regard for them.
Austria and I spent our day together, and at six o clock I got the kiss I had asked for. As our lips locked together, he slipped something around my neck. Our mouths parted. It wasn't enough to go on a while. He was far too much a gentleman…
I took the golden chain between my fingers. There was a diamond hanging from it. The stone was in the shape of an oval, and supported by gold welded onto it's backside. It wasn't huge, but it didn't have to be. My heart still melted at the sight of it.
"…It's lovely, isn't it?" The diamond rested on the tip on Austria's finger his lips formed into a smile. "I knew you wouldn't want something gaudy…and I'm sure you would have punched me if I got you all I wanted to…but there will be more installments later.
"You're ridiculous…" I kissed him again. "…Honestly…"
For the rest of the night, we sat at his piano. I listened happily as he played, leaned against him. It had been such a wonderful day…even if the stress leading to it was enough to make me want to tear my hair from its roots. Everything was at peace, and I was openly in love with Austria, who loved me back. I wondered what would happen now that we were like this…would he want to stay with me? Perhaps he would even let me stop working so much…It was hard to say, but I was willing to tuck my worries away until they needed to some into play…I was far too content to lie against is shoulder and watch as his hands worked away at his instrument.