Forevah: Hello everyone! This is Forevah again~ Here with my 2ND Chapter of the 'Hetalia Christmas Drabble' Series. Wow. I think this is the fastest I've done so far on here. Great! Anyways, characters-

Prussia:*Pops up from behind a corner* HEY! I wanna say who's in it! Your too slow introducing the AWESOME ME!

Forevah:*Angry Vein appears* You've really pushed my buttons since I started here. I hope you know what your doing, messing with me like that.

France:*Randomly pops up from around the corner* Ah, Forevah a l'air très énervé, non?('Ah, Forevah is looking very pissed, no?' In French)

Forevah:Oui, je suis en France. Et vous n'êtes pas ce qui en fait mieux.('Yes, I am France. And your not making it any better.' In French)

France:*Dramatically Gasps* You know French?!

Forevah: Uh...sure...*Looks at Google Translate from behind back* Well, I do not own Hetalia, but Enjoy~

Christmas, the night and day when the Wars are post-poned. One of the most peaceful times of the year, and it's offically the opposite for the poor Personification of the Country Germany. First, he was awoken by Italy running down the hall screaming 'HOLY SHIT SANTA CAME ALLEMAGNE!' at 12 in the morning. It was not a fun time. Then, Prussia, France and Spain all came back from a Christmas party America was hosting drunk. Again, it was not fun. Let's see what exactly happened.-

''Oh come on West,'' Prussia slurred, completely oblivious to the world around him.''We know your dirty little secret~'' The four nations were sitting in the living room while Italy was still sleeping in Germany's room.

''You know WHAT!?'' Germany shouted.

''Your attraction to Italy, of course!'' Spain, sounding a bit more sober, answered.''It's not hard to notice. Your going soft, amigo.''

''Oui, it is true Allemagne. You two were a match made in the beutiful skies above!'' France joined into the teesing.

''Sheisse...Well, I guess you c-caught me...'' Germany looked down, ashamed. Prussia smirked at France and Spain and then turned his attention back to his strict brother.

''Well, why don't you TELL him how you feel?''

''Are you crazy!? Oh. Right, you are.'' Germany rolled his eyes, remembering he was in the company of three drunk idiots.''Anyway, I doubt he would even consider. A-And I would never say it to anyone. EVER.''

''Except for the fact, amigo, that you just did.'' Germany was taken aback by this statement and realized something. They weren't drunk.

''Kesesese~ Got you!'' Prussia took out a recorder from his pocket.

''BBBRRRUUUUDDDDDEEERRR! GIVE ME THAT RECORDER! NOW!'' The two brothers fought over it for a few minutes until a small voice from the hallway made them stop instantly.

''Germany?'' Germany and Prussia turned to the voice and found Italy. He was standing with France and Spain, who were holding a second recorder.

''I-Italien...'' Germany, letting his brother go, stood up with widened eyes.

''Y-You like me?'' Italy(with eyes actually OPEN) looked at Germany confused.

''W-Well I-I...um...ugh...Ja...Ich liebe dich, Italien...I-'' Germany was suddenly tackled by Italy and they both fell onto the couch. Italy started kissing Germany.

''Buon Natale, Allemagne~'' Italy whispered.

''Frohe Weihnachten, Italien.'' Germany said back.

Forevah: GerIta, BTT, Enjoy!

Germany: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING BRUDER!?

Prussia: Gah!*Runs away*

Translations:Amigo: Friend(Boy) (in Spainish)

Bruder: Brother (in German)

Sheisse: Shit (in German)

Buon Natale, Allemagne: Merry Christmas, Germany (in Italian)

Frohe Weihnacten, Italien: Merry Christmas, Italy In (German)

Ja, Ich Liebe Dich: Yes, I love you (in German)

Allemagne: Germany (in Italian/French)

Oui: Yes (in French)