I don't own the song or Hetalia
The second thing at Christmas,
That's such a pain to me:
rigging up the lights,
"Oi! Idiota! Help me with these lights, won't you?" Romano yelled angrily as he and Naples attempted to untangle themselves from a spaghetti-like forest of lights.
"Ve~! The lights remind me of pasta, right, Rome?" Italy cheered. Then he looked around. "Rome?"
"Rome's at church, stupido." Naples grumbled. Sicily came in.
"What the heck?" She exclaimed.
"Oi! Stop looking at up and help!" Romano yelled.
Sicily sighed before going over to help Romano.
"I hate doing this." She grumbled.
And finding a Christmas tree,
"We should take this tree!" North Carolina yelled, pointing to a tree around 6ft. tall. Her twin shook his head.
"No, this tree!" He yelled, pointing to a sickly looking tree.
"You numbskull! That tree is sick looking. Can't you see?!" North Carolina yelled as she bashed him on the head.
"Ow! Northie! Stop!" He yelled angrily as North Carolina kept bashing him on the head.
"Hey, dudes! Why don't you just get this one? After all, the hero is always right!" New York appeared from the mass of trees, carrying one that had been artificially spray-painted silver. It was at least 7ft. tall.
North and South Carolina flushed.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!"