"Bonjour, Ivan! I have wine!" Russia looked up from his reading to the sound of the door opening. France was home.

The European nation dashed in, holding a paper bag. He was wearing a rather skimpy outfit, obviously based off the traditional costume of Santa Claus, but cut in such a way that it barely covered his sculpted body. It was also clearly meant for a girl. Ivan sighed and closed his book.

"Can you please put some clothes on, dear?"

Francis looked at him with one wide blue eye. He already had the wine out. "It's Christmas, mon cher!" He sidled up to Ivan, close enough to move his hair with his breath. "Besides, you like it."

Ivan smirked, but shoved him away. As Francis danced into the bedroom, he picked up the wine and examined it. "Champagne. Year…"

His vision was suddenly blocked by a dark red cloth. "A good one," Francis purred. Ivan put his hand to his head—Francis had shoved a Santa hat onto his head and over his eyes.

"Francis?" he asked, and was only answered by a weight settling onto his lap. "Francis, what are you doing?"

Giggling, Francis took the wine bottle out of his hand. Ivan heard him uncorking it. There was a pause while he sniffed it, to make sure it was good, and then he shoved the end into Ivan's lips.

Ivan drank, allowing Francis to force his head back. "Good wine," he eventually muttered. Francis took a sip himself—Ivan couldn't see it, but he felt his weight shifting on top of him. With the European's ass right on his crotch, it was becoming…awkward. "Francis, are you wearing clothes?"

"Mmm…no." He leaned forward, and Ivan felt something hard pressing into his lower belly. Francis pressed his lips to Ivan's, and the Russian allowed him to push in with his tongue. The taste of the wine still tingled in his mouth.

Ivan felt a gentle pressure on his temples, and then the hat was pulled off. Francis pulled away slowly, and reached for the bottle.

"More wine?"

"Da," Ivan said, his eyes moving appreciatively over Francis' naked body. As they drank, he allowed his clothes to be pulled off by the European's nimble fingers.

They would spend the day after Christmas hung over, aching, and happy.

Chapter two! Hope you like it! Short, kind of crappy, but illness and tiredness are always factors. Please review ^_^