"Time to go to papa France." Canada smiled as they got back into Canada's car.

"Oh no." Romano snuck into the car seat.

"I won't let him hurt you. He's a good person really." Canada said putting his hand over Romano's little cold hand.

"Okay…I want bastard Spain." Romano whimpered.

"Don't worry." Canada said quietly.

Romano sighed and glared out the window.

-so now they're in France-

"Hello Papa!" Canada smiled knocking on France's door.

Romano has never seen Canada so loud and happy.

After a moment France opened the door.

His blonde wavy hair was pulled back into a lose pony tail and he had a plain white apron.

"Canada! Mon ami!" France grinned pulling Canada towards him into a warm adorable hug.

Romano stood at a distance. "Hello France." He muttered.

"Come in! Come in!" France smiled opening his door wider letting to two boys in.

Romano was nervous and stood inside France's kitchen.

It smelled absolutely wonderful.

Romano was almost tempted to ask for whatever France was cooking.

"Merry Christmas, my friends." France grinned winking at Romano.

Romano shivered and looked away, "C'mon Canada, get on with it."

"Oh yeah! Here is you're present!" Canada grinned handing a blue and red bag to France.

"Thank you very much! I wish I had something to give you!" France sighed.

France reached into the bag and pulled out wine and the baguette.

"This is wonderful! I insist you stay and enjoy this with me because I have nothing else to give you for Christmas." He smiled.

"Oh, well it's yours, I'd feel bad if you gave it back to us to eat." Canada blushed.

"Oh don't worry; it'll be a fun Christmas celebration. I'll invite Italy and America and England and we can all enjoy my wonderful cooking!"

"Oh alright, that's perfect. We have a kitty to give North Italy." Canada smiled.