I was taking a shower, minding my own business and singing some popular songs randomly to myself, when I thought I heard the bathroom door open. "Hello~?" I called out as I washed out the shampoo in my hair. There was no answer and I let it go.

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you All the moves like Jagg- "AAH!"

I screamed then because about two gallons of cold water fell on me out of nowhere!

"Kesesesesese~!"

"AHAHAHA~!"

"You GUYS!" I yelled. "You're dead!" I shut off the water and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around me and securing it tightly.

"Oh no, run!" Prussia yelped with a laugh, and the two culprits raced out of the bathroom.

I threw back the curtain and took off after them, yelling threats like "You'll look like a chihuahua when I'm done with you!" and "England's gonna curse you with pins in your voodoo dolls!"

I heard an unamused "Mein gott. Bruder, vhy are you here?" as I was jumping the last few steps of the staircase. Then I flew past the front door and saw Germany (looking annoyed), Japan (looking passive as always), and Italy (happy, no der). Oh, and Romano, who was glaring at both Spain and Germany while eating a tomato.

Prussia and America ran past them and into the living room with me hot on their heels. I think the rest of the Axis seeing me in a towel blowing past them all was a little shocking, but oh well.

"Buongiorno, bella~!" Italy waved, unaffected.

"Hi~" I answered, stopping at the entrance to the living room. "Hey, Germany? Mind if I kick your brother's ass?"

"U-Uh, nein," Doitsu replied, and I pumped a fist in victory.

"Yesss! Prepare to die, Prussia!"

~Several begs for mercy later~

"Note to self: don't ever mess with Melina while she's showering," America said, wincing as he moved the arm I'd punched repeatedly.

"No der," I replied. "Nice trick, though. I never saw it coming. Although I seem to recall a peace treaty between you and I."

"Eheheh, yeah..."

I was dressed and properly dried off now and was sitting on the couch with an happy-flavored Italian glomming onto me.

"Mein gott, you hit hard," Prussia griped.

"Ooh, big bruder vas beaten up by a girl," I cooed mockingly in Germany's voice.

"Shut up, I am awesome."

"I'm awesomer."

"Am not."

"Am too."

"Am not."

"Am too."

"Am not!"

"Am too!"

"TWEET!" Girlbird screeched to break us up.

"Zhat is enough, you two. Stop fighting like children, mein gott." Germany ordered.

"So, why are you guys here?" I asked Italy and Japan, choosing not to look at Germany. He yelled at me...

"Yeah, I was wondering that too," America chimed in.

"We brought presents like Santa Claus!" Italy beamed, throwing his noodle-arms up in the air.

"You did? Huh, you guys had the same idea as those guys, then." I indicated the BTT with my hand. France was still chuckling at the memory of me in a towel, no doubt, but Spain hadn't seen me because he'd been eating pancakes and talking with Canada in the kitchen. Speaking oh whom...

"Hmmm..." I hummed as I twisted my neck around in both directions and saw Canada still in the kitchen, organizing the stuff he'd used to make breakfast. I turned back to Italy and hugged him around his chest. "I feel bad now, I didn't get you guys anything for Christmas!"

"Vee~ That's okay, bella! You didn't have to." Italy glomped me back and I frowned (not because of the hug, though!).

"Are you sure?"

"It's okay, Merina-chan, rearry," Japan reassured me.

"If you're sure, then o-kaaayyyyy..."

"Zhis is so veird seeing you as a girl," Germany remarked.

"Yeah, and five people found out my secret in the span of two hours! Five! What is wrong with this..." I groaned dramatically.

"Well, we won't-a tell anyone. Besides, Veneziano and I figured out you were a girl together," Romano said as he leaned over the back of the couch, still nomming on that tomato. Or maybe it was a new one, that wouldn't've surprised me.

"Figures... America, can I get those guy lessons soon?" I asked.

"Yeah, if you want to, dude."

"Awesome, thanks. I think I'll be needing them for the rest of the year."

"Vell, ve should be leaving," Germany said, standing.

"What? But I wanted to make pasta with Melina!" Italy complained while hugging my arm possessively.

"No, ve should go."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you, potato bastard!" Romano said loudly.

"Come with me, then!" Spain suggested.

"No! I'm not going anywhere with you either, tomato bastard!" Romano stomped out of the living room, toting two more tomatoes from said "tomato bastard".

"So! Are you all staying with each other for the holidays?" Canada came into the living room, drying off his wet hands on a towel as he spoke.

"Si!" Italy replied.

"Hai, we are going to spend a coupre days in Mr. Germany's home, then Italy and Romano's, and then we go to my home," Japan supplied.

"Fun!" I said. "Um, good luck to you, Germany."

"Zhanks, I zhink I'll need it."

"Ve~ Why, Doitsu?" Italy wondered.

"Your bruder hates me, vhy else?"

"Werr, thank you for retting us come in and sit. We're sorry for not carring ahead," Japan said humbly as he stood and bowed.

"'Sokay, dude, no need to apologize," America replied, waving his hand flippantly.

"Aaaawww, but I wanted to keep playing with Melina!" Italy whined, still strangling my poor arm. 'For a wimpy country, he hugs hard!'

"Hey, we'll make pasta together in Home Ec once the break is over, right?" I reminded him.

"Oh yeah!" The once-sad-now-joyous Italian pecked my cheek and jumped up, dragging Germany and Japan after him as he raced out the front door. "Avere un Buon Natale!"

I returned the goodbye amd indicated the door when Romano came to find his brother.

"Oh, grazie. Idiota fratello..." Romano was out the door and once again reunited with his northern half (Does that sound weird to anyone else? O.o)

Spain went after him and I watched him try to hug Romano goodbye. He was denied and Romano got in the car quickly, telling Germany to step on it. They rolled out through the gates and onto the street, turning right and driving out of sight.

"Well we've got some shopping to do so au revoir~" France said, and all three of the BTT waved as they left, too.

"Bye!" America, Canada, and I called just before the front door closed. Then as an added farewell because I felt like it, I ran to the window and lifted it by the sash. Cupping my hands around my mouth and leaning out the window I shouted "Merry Christmas!" as they rolled by.

"¡Feliz Navidad!"

"Joyeux Noël!"

"Frohe Weihnachten!"

Then they were through the gates and down the street, out of sight. I shut the window gently, stifling a sneeze by pinching my nose as I did so.

WOO YEAH I AM AWESOME~! AND HUMBLE~!