"I can't believe you would schedule a meeting at 10pm on Christmas Eve!" England exclaimed angrily, rushing in the door. He was holding the hands of America and Finland, both of whom were bouncing excitedly.
"And you simply had to schedule it in Norway, aru." China sighed, glaring at Germany. "We'll all get snowed in aru, and then we'll be stuck spending Christmas in a conference building."
Due to the unexpected meeting, nobody bar Austria was wearing anything remotely formal or suitable for a meeting. Hungary was wearing an oversized jumper that looked suspiciously like it belonged to Prussia, and Germany was wearing a rather well-fitted tank top, causing a bit of envy from some of the male nations. Those were some goddamn sexy biceps.
"Being snowed in can't be too bad." Germany said, shrugging.
"Prussia and Hungary will be in the same building for 48 hours aru." China said seriously, staring him straight in the eye.
"Dear Gott." Germany groaned. Having to live with Prussia was ok - he spent most of his time with Spain and France, or reading Harry Potter in the basement - but he absolutely could not deal with Hungary and Prussia. And Austria was still weirdly protective over Hun-
"VEE!" cheered the tiny object that suddenly came flying at his head. Germany let out a cry of surprise and was tackled to the ground.
"Verdammt, Italy!" Germany growled before even opening his eyes. When he did, he was met with the sight of Italy sat cross-legged on his toned stomach.
"Ve! How did you know it was me?" Italy asked, grinning.
"You smell like oregano und basil." Germany said, cheeks tinging a little pink. "Now, ve have to start the meeting." he said, lifting Italy off his chest by his collar and dumping him into a chair. Seeing the meeting about to start, the nations flopped into their seats, and once they were all seated, Germany stood up again.
"Vell zis is probably going to be the veirdest meeting ever since a great deal of you... don't have ze right body. But we'll have to manage because Russia, Estonia und Spain have speeches to present!" he shouted, thumping his hand against the table to emphasise his sentence. "Und England, Romania, please svitch places. I'm not permitting you to sit next to Scotland und Hungary." Germany added, then seated himself.
England grabbed his papers and went to sit down in the new seat, next to Hungary. Knowing that Estonia's speech had nothing to do with him, he began to doodle randomly on his notes, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What?" he whispered, turning to Hungary. She waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively and shook the table very slightly.
Boing!
"Wh- N- Er..." he mumbled, turning bright red and turning to Ukraine.
"Privet!" she said cheerily, clearly not as embarrassed as he was.
"Hello," he mumbled. "Er, aren't you supposed to be.. I mean, you should probably take notes on this." he stammered, kicking Hungary under the table and wincing as her trainer met his shin.
Then, for no apparent reason, Ukraine tangled the fingers of her free hand in with England's under the table. England blushed, feeling her thumb smoothing his hand in circular motions.
"Hm. I guess I can stay like this." he thought with a small smile at Ukraine, and gently squeezed her hand under the table.
"Ok, everyone, meeting dismissed! But we're all like stuck here anyway over Christmas because stupid Germany made the meeting in Scandinavia." Denmark called. There was a scraping of chairs and a sudden scramble for the windows, and the nations soon discovered they were indeed snowed in. A chorus of groans and curses in multiple languages ran around the room, and a couple of insults directed at Germany.
Soon enough, as expected, the moans turned into a noisy chaos, and no voice was distinguishable from another until-
"SILENCE!" Finland shrieked. The nations stared at the tiny little thing in front of them. He seemed to have the lungs of a bull.
"We can just have Christmas here!" Finland cheered, nodding. "We've all got our spare clothes and our presents with us, because it's not like we weren't using this as an opportunity to give our gifts. There's a full kitchen over there, and decorations in that box! Let's just have Christmas!" Finland said happily, beginning to busy himself sorting out people's presents into piles. "France, Seychelles, America and England can decorate, Canada, Spain, and Ukraine can cook, and everyone else can do everything else. And help set up!" Finland ordered, then went straight back to smiling. He snapped his fingers and everyone began moving.
Maybe he really is Santa.
Two hours and thirty minutes later, the boring conference room had turned into a mostly-festive looking room. Some small tables had been set up containing "nibbles" - cheese, chocolate, bread and some weird Polish sausage they had found in the kitchen. Tinsel was hung around the room, and there was mistletoe placed by France in strategic places such as over the table containing alcohol.
A little later on, Ukraine emerged from the kitchens and grabbed herself a plate of food. She sat down next to Germany and began talking, when she saw a familiar mop of blonde hair over in the corner. She excused herself and went over towards him.
"England?" she asked, turning him around.
"Oh! Hello, Ukraine!" he said happily, giving her a one armed hug. He nodded to the person he was talking to - Sweden - and went off with Ukraine.
"How's it going then?" she asked casually smiling and applauding as Prussia pulled Hungary under the mistletoe and managed not to get a frying pan to the face.
"Not too badly actually!" he said cheerily. "I decided not to slaughter Germany, and I was talking to Sweden about woodcarving." England said. He took a swig of his rum, and Ukraine noticed that he was having rather an obscene conversation across the room with Scotland, using British Sign Language and laughed, prodding him.
"You can get me a drink," she said, grinning. England poked her back, and they made their way to the drinks, grabbing a Bacardi for Ukraine. England leaned against the table.
"Hey Ukraine?" he asked. She turned to him, nodding.
"Merry Christmas!" he cheered. "Er, hey Ukraine?" he asked again. Ukraine giggled.
"Vhat is it?" she questioned.
"Mistletoe." he said, pointing upwards and giving her a proper kiss on the lips.
PARA
(A/N) IT SUCKS I KNOW BUT NOW ITS 4AM BOXING DAY. IM TIRED.
AND BEEN RPING LIKE A BOSS.
OH YES! Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate :D I got Hetalia World Series and a huge mountain of chocolate :D also the Dr Who christmas episode was EPIC.
RAMBLE~
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a GOOD NIGHT :D