I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peek
She thought I was tucked
Up in my bedroom fast asleep.

Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!

It was early on one cold wintry morning, and a thin layer of ice and snow was beginning to form. Birds tweeted and chirped- especially a certain yellow-tinted one- and the rustle of branches in the wind was heard over the faint noises of the avian creatures. Another rustle was heard, in a small room in a house as faint as the fog- the house of Prussia, or as he used to be known, the Teutonic Knights. The rustling came from his latest diary, a thing of great sentimental value to him; as the sunlight streamed through his window and onto the pages, he grinned and began to write his latest entry.

Hey, Diary! Today is a special day for me, which is why I'm writing in the morning rather than later on at night. It's also partially because West stole my diary in the daytime last week, which he was punished for. I made him say something really embarrassing as his punishment, and I made him call himself a douchebag who needed to regain his trust with the awesome yours truly. Kesesesese! But I guess that he isn't the one who needs to be punished…Austria made me do even more work yesterday, can you believe it?! The lazy bastard. And that brings me on to today!

I have plotted for the last three days, and I have made one of the best pranks ever. I mean, seriously, if there's one thing that I know for sure about a couple of nations out there, it's that they will let nothing tarnish their pride. If they say they'll do something, they'll do it. If someone bets they can't do something, they'll do it. If someone laughs at them and says they'll never be able to do something, they'll beat them up, then start training non-stop to reach that goal. And that's why their worst enemy, is, undoubtedly…

mistletoe!

Hear me out here, diary! I'll record what happens, as well, and I bet it'll be good. This is the day that they'll rue ever seeing the little leaves of green…

"AHHHHHH! HELP! AUSTRIA!"

Little pattering footsteps were heard down the hallways of Austria's house as Austria rounded each corner en route to 'save' Hungary from whatever fate had befallen her. He had been playing some Chopin on his grand piano when he had heard Hungary's desperate cries for help, and immediately rushed to help her. This was the fastest he'd ever ran before; it was common knowledge to the other nations that Austria found himself out of breath very often, and was not the fittest country to walk the earth. In his frantic rush, he didn't even stop to question the fact of why Hungary was in his house to begin with, and continued to race on forward.

"Hungary! I'm- coming- for you, just stay there!" he shouted, finally finding the right door in his house and flinging it open.

It was then that he realised he'd been pranked. Whoever had captured Hungary and tied her up with rope like that had also hung a little bit of mistletoe directly above her head, with a note that read 'I'm watching your every move, dumbass.' A vibrant blush came to Austria's cheeks as he rushed over to Hungary, took out a pocket knife, and began to cut the ropes. He didn't especially want to kiss Hungary, he didn't like her in that way much even though they used to be married through their bosses , and it was embarrassing…but it was the rule of mistletoe, and someone was watching every movement, every thought of his. Could he even afford to refuse? It was an impossible situation. If there was only something else he could do…

"…Austria? Are you-"

As soon as she said this, Austria took his chance, and kissed Hungary square on the lips. His face turned bright red and he began to sweat a little and he didn't know how to do it properly and someone was watching and oh my goodness it was actually quite nice and-

And it was over before it even began, and Austria looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"A-Austria, what-"

He didn't even bother to look up into her eyes, and pointed reluctantly above her head to where the mistletoe hung. "The person that captured you wanted me to do that. I don't know what would happen to you if I didn't, and I…well. I'm sorry."

Hungary smiled rather innocently. "That's alright, Austria! No need to be sorry. It was rather good for your first time anyway, I'm impressed! And when I find out who did this, I am going to take a sample of their blood and make a couple of evil douchebag micronations, alright?"

From his hiding place in the cupboard, Prussia had to press a pillow to his face to stop his extremely loud laughter. His hands shaking from the laughs he was muffling, he began to write in his diary again.

And so, the awesome Prussia has prevailed once again! I pranked Hungary and Austria! Priceless! Now for a couple more people. Hmmm, who should I torture neeeeext…?

Attempt #02! Guess who's house I'm at now? That's right, my buddy France's house! He's such a troll. Perhaps even more so than me…I hope he doesn't catch on and just kisses that damn guy with the tea fetish. He's much better at kissing than I am! Kesesesese!

A few minutes later, after England had almost lost his voice from crying for help so monotonously, France sauntered in, walking up to England and looking him straight in the eyes. He was helpless and alone, and that fact he was stuck in tangled rope didn't help his cause.

"Oh, it's you, you bloody frog. I wasn't calling for you. Go away."

France took one look at the mistletoe above the nation's head, took England's pale cheeks between his hands and kissed him, perhaps a little too well for England's liking. After a few long moments, England stood completely still, dark red, while France merely smirked. England, rather childishly, began to wipe his mouth on his arm, his eyes looking as if they were to roll out of their sockets.

"You- why- aren't you- how dare you- come here and rescue me- I wasn't calling for you- bloody wanker-"

France grinned. "Then who were you calling for? The seven dwarves?"

"Don't make fun of me. Wanker."

"…Oh, I get it now, you'd rather have someone else kiss you? Like…hmmm…Russia?"

"That's even worse!"

Attempt #03!

Spain stood, trembling as he looked up at the mistletoe. He looked utterly helpless to the situation. There was nothing he could do.

"Oi. Spain. Look at me, you bastard! Can you at least get me out of here?!"

#04!

"Hey, Estonia, why is Poland kissing our friend Lithuania? And why is he tied in ropes? Are they drunk?"

"I-I don't think so, Latvia."

#05! Almost finished!

"But I came to save her first¸Seborga! I need to kiss her! It's the rules!"

"Ah, Sealand! I have already confessed my admiration. Surely you kiss your love under the mistletoe?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, I'm-"

"I WANT NONE OF YOUR FILTHY MOUTHS ON ME, D'YOU HEAR!"

"Y-yes, Wy…"

#06, I guess?

"…So, it has come to this, huh, America?" The sounds of cracking knuckles were heard throughout the world at that moment. "Is this how you greet everyone? Huh?"

"B-but, Mr. Cuba, I-I tripped and fell when I rushed up to you, I didn't mean to k-kiss you, you did kinda taste like cigarette smoke but I'm not going to argue, it was really bad though, please brush twice a day, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Germany closed Prussia's diary once again after reading the final sentence and laughed quietly to himself, taking another slice of stollen and eating it happily. Yes, he needed to show Japan. And perhaps Italy, too. This was getting priceless, really…

Hello! :D
Thank you for all your favourites and things, it's been really nice! :3
I don't know, but I can imagine this happening. Prussia is probably the only one who would prank like this, with the exception of France xD
Have a lovely day/night/you get the picture by now and I'll see you tomorrow! :)