KESESESESE! enjoy xD

-Emmy

You were prancing around Italy's house in a Santa outfit. The shorts, that were outline in white fur, stopped midthigh. The long sleeved shirt did cover your torso, but had a low dip, showing off some cleavage. The black boots stopped just below your knees and the red Santa hat sat loosely on your hair were toppings on your outfit. With the way you looked, you were surely surprised France wasn't following you around.

Germany though, kept his baby blue eyes on you was you walked throughout the house. You were so… beautiful, so graceful, even if you constantly tripped over your own two feet all the time. He could barely focus on the story Italy was telling him about the time he cooked pasta with Japan as you sat down at the nearest table to him.

"Ne ne! Germany why are you staring at Hanna?" Italy screamed.

Having heard your name, you looked up from the conversation you were having with Spain and raised an eyebrow. The only things you saw were Germany blue eyes wide, looking at you, and a distinctive blush on his pale skin. You smiled shyly before waving awkwardly.

The sides of his lips twitched as he waved back before turning back to the certain blow head Italian. But, Italy was no longer sitting beside him, and it took a good sweep of the room before he spotted him making his way towards you.

"Ciao Hanna~!" He smiled as he sat down next to you.

You smiled, "hi Feliciano~."

He smiled wider as he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Ne ne, I think Germany likes you~!"

You blushed and nearly spit out the beverage you were currently drinking. "Y-you think what?"

"I think he likes you ve~!"

You blush darkened as you leaned back in your chair, only to have your ears caressed by the rough sound of the German language. "G-guten Abend Hanna [1]."

"A-ah good evening Ludwig." You tried not to stutter.

"I-I hope Italy wasn't bothering you…" He mumbled and put a hand on the Italians shoulder.

"Ve?" Italy looked up at Germany.

"Oh, no he wasn't!" You smiled at him.

He smiled slightly, "That's good."

God, that accent made you want to melt into a puddle. "W-why don't you take a seat?" you asked him and gestured towards the seat in front of you.

He looked at the chair in contemplation before accepting your invitation and sitting down.

Several hours,(not to mention several drinks) later Feliciano was passed out on his couch, Spain had gone somewhere with France and Prussia was running around the back yard, trying to get all his hyper-drunkenness out of his system before his hangover hit him. You were currently perched in Germany's lap, your arms around his neck, giggling like a school girl.

The male holding you seemed to be sober, but you doubted. He had enough beer to kill an average person. You had your share of drinks tonight too, so it wasn't like you were saying you were the only sober one left.

"Soh, Feli tickled meh, and i-it wus de worstest thing evar!" You slurred. "I Noh like being tickled~!"You giggled.

Your small giggles quickly turned in to full on shrieks of laughter as the German male began sliding his hand up and down your ticklish sides. Trying to pry yourself away from his torture filled hands, you ended up tilting the chair in a certain degree, and it fell to the floor, resulting in the both of you tumbling to the ground.

He laughed as he tumbled on top of you, leaning against one arm. Chocking out laughter, you covered your mouth and grabbed your side. His laughter, as well as yours turned down into slight chuckles as he stared down at you.

"Whut?" You asked and smiled diztily.

"You're so pretty." He said and caressed your cheek with his free hand. "I'm happy we got to spend Christmas Eve together."

You smiled cheekily before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek, before sweeping down and claiming his lips. You were pretty sure that this wasn't the alcohol… you'd liked him for such a long time… Probably long enough that you really did love him.

He replied quickly by grabbing your neck gently and pulling your head towards his. Pulling away from you, his half lidded eyes admired your blushing face. "Merrry Christmas~." You whispered.

He smiled, "Frohe Weihnachten mein Liebe[3]."

1-good Evening Hanna.

2-Thank you.

3-Merry Christmas my love.