Innocent and cute. That was the way your Christmas was with Spain when you and Romano were kids. Spain would constantly, throughout the year, joke about how he was going to get you and Romano during the holiday. But, knowing Spain, you highly doubted he'd pull anything and spent your Christmas like any other Christmas before that.

It was one of the few days of the year that Romano and you bothered getting up early to get Spain up… The only situation this year was Spain wasn't in his bed when you and the Italian went to fetch him. You figured he'd already gotten up, and was in the kitchen, but when you checked there, he was nowhere in sight… Until you turned around.

Spain stood tall, holding a green bunch in his hand and smiled, "You two are under the mistletoe~!"

You blush darkly, but the male next to you didn't get it. "What the hell are you talking about, jerk-Spain?"

Spain sighed, "Under the mistletoe." he said again. "You have to kiss her!" He gestured towards a red faced you.

Romano looked over to you, and then blushed deeply. You smiled shyly before leaning forward and pecking his lips quickly.

He nuzzled your neck tenderly, before breathing in. "I love Christmas time." You whispered to him.

You could feel him smiled against your neck, before saying, "I do too."

You smiled softly, before running your fingers through his auburn hair, making sure to hit the curl a few times. You could feel his breath hit your neck softly, before he nibbled at your skin. You felt him place a soft kiss on your jawline before he straightened up. You were looking forward, at the lights that were displayed on the mountain side. It was truly beautiful, and no matter how many times you see it, it'll never get less beautiful.

You didn't notice a certain Spaniard come up behind you and shove his hand into the air. Looking up, you noticed a familiar green bunch that was in his hand. "Under the mistletoe~!" He smiled cheekily. "Go on, Romano, kiss her~."

Romano looked over at you, smiled and leaned forward. You met him halfway as he pressed his lips against your own.

Spain broke down, "I can't believe you really did it this time… and you didn't even complain!"

Romano looked at Spain, and yelled, "Is the only damn reason you do that is to see me get flustered?"

Spain cowered before throwing the mistletoe in the air, running away and yelling something along the lines of, "My little Lovino and Selena is grown up~!"

You watched as he ran, only to be taken back when the mistletoe landed in your lap. Smiling, you wrapped your fingers around it and put it above both of your heads. Romano then stopped yelling at Spain, who was long gone and looked over to you. You made a kissy face, and before you knew it, his lips were put back onto yours. Your hand let go of the green bunch, and let it fall down to the ground as your arms were wrapped around his neck. Fingers teasing the hair on his neck, you could fell cold rush back to you as he pulled away. Calming down his breaths, he managed to mumbled against your lips, "Buon Natale[1]."

You smiled sweetly, before pressing forward and locking lips with the Italian.

1-Merry Christmas