"Merry Christmas!" I shouted happily, running into Scout's hospital room. Her right arm was in a sling, I noticed, but her personality was the same. I saw her childish grin behind her curls.

"Hey, Bells!" she greeted. "Well, I'm ready to go! Can't be stuck in this place Christmas day, can I?"

She hopped off the bed and walked over to me. I looked her over. She had on jean short shorts and a tight blue T-shirt with a red logo on it like it was painted on.

"Uh, a little revealing for the forties, isn't it?" I asked slowly.

"I don't got any other clothes," Scout groaned. "That Austria jerk wouldn't buy me anything else and I didn't like Hungary's clothes. Been wearing this since I got here."

"And exactly how long have you been here?" I interrogated as we walked out into the hall.

"A week," she shrugged. "Been beggin' on streets to make my living but food's hard to come by these days."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I've been here two weeks. I have no clue how it happened."

"At least the ones you woke up to were cute," Scout muttered. "Mine's an old stuffed shirt."

"You can come stay with us," I offered. "Or maybe the Allies will take you in. They're a little nuts, but nice."

"Thanks for that, but I've got a pretty awesome new roommate," Scout giggled.

"No," I gasped. "Not-"

"I've got Prussia the Awesome!" Scout announced as we strode out of the building.

We both doubled over laughing.

"Good luck!" I giggled. "He's too arrogant for his own good."

"I think the man's got a crush on Hungary," Scout whispered. "Won't stop buggin' her. It's like a highschool crush."

"If you say so," I shrugged. "But I think they hate each other."

"Suit yourself." She kicked a rock.

"Um, what were you even doing in that car?" I asked, eyeing her sling.

"Hitchhiking," she answered casually. "Wanted to get home but I didn't wanna walk."

"Well, don't do it anymore," I ordered like she was my daughter. "It's dangerous. Allora…"

"Say what?"

"Hm?" I turned to her. "What?"

"Whatcha just say?" she asked suspiciously.

"'Allora?' It's a phrase here in Italy I picked up. It's just a sentence filler like 'Okay…' or 'Well…'"

"Ah, I see," Scout grunted. "Italians got some weird words out there. Instead of sayin' it costs an arm and a leg, they say it costs an eye out of your head."

"That's a new one," I shivered. Italy was becoming less and less innocent everyday.

"But, anyway, Prussia may be a jerk sometimes, but he just wants to impress," Scout reasoned. "And he may be an old man, but he's a good lookin' one. Don't see many men with red eyes and silver hair and still get away with it."

"True," I replied.

"Wonder if he's got a brother," Scout muttered. "Been wantin' to tell him but I was too nervous."

"Oh, I know his brother," I said. "Tall, blond, strong, German. Bit of a drill sergeant but still has a heart."

"That's good," Scout sighed. "Hey, what's that man doin' there?"

"Ice cream~!"

Bonk.

"America!" I yelled. I ran over to him. Britain offered him ice cream, apparently, he jumped up to get it, but landed on his head.

"Ow. Man…" he groaned, rubbing his leg as Britain knelt beside him. (Aw, Britain, you do care!) "I think I broke my leg."

"Who break their darn leg by landing on their head?" Scout asked childishly. The countries glanced at her, but, for the most part, ignored my friend.

"America does," I shrugged, inspecting his leg. "I've got a pretty unusual country. In a good way."

"Everyone's breakin' their bones these days," Scout commented. "And on Christmas too."

"Consider the ice cream my gift," Britain moaned. "Let's go, America, I'll take you to my place. It's closer."

"Why not my place?" America asked obliviously.

"Because my place is closer."

We said bye to them and continued on our way.

"What a way to say 'Merry Christmas' to us," Scout said.

"Tell me about it. Look, there's where I'm staying. You can spend Christmas with us if you want."

"I'll have to call Mr. Awesome first, though," Scout told me. "Tell him I'm here."

"No problem." I knocked on the door, not waiting for an answer and just walking in. (Is was like giving them a warning I was coming in.)

"Who's this?" Italy asked as he ate his pasta. (He always seemed to be doing that when I came in.)

"My friend, Scout," I introduced.

"Ciao!" Italy greeted happily.

"'Sup?" Scout took a look around. "Fancy place you got here."

"I was wondering if she could spend a few hours with us," I explained. "Do you mind?"

"No," Italy replied. "But you-know-who might."

"Voldemort's here?" Scout asked.

Italy and I stared at each other for a few seconds at the remark and I hung my head.

It was then that you-know-who walked in.

*Italy: Holy Rome?!

Holy Rome: No! *is supposed to be dead or something like that* It's...uh...Germany!

Italy: o_o ...You got tiny.

I KNEW IT! HRE is Germany! *triumphant grin*

Italy: =_= I'm so confused.

Holy Rome: *sweat* Err…

Germany: *walks in*

Holy Rome: Oh, COME ON!*