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Name of Recipient: emsiecat
Type of Gift: Fanfiction
Rating: PG
Title: Merry Christmas, Ludwig!
Summary: Italy spends Christmas with Germany
Author Notes: It's not that good, but I hope you like it, emsiecat!
There were eight day until Christmas, and for Germany, it wasn’t exactly something he was counting down to. It wasn’t like he despised the holiday or was too busy for it, but he never treated it with the same importance that other people did. He treated it just like every other holiday. Sure, he had put up a little tree, a fake one, already decorated, but that was as far as he had gone in celebration.
He was planning to spend it with Italy. He was going to take the other to a restaurant on Christmas Eve and surprise him with a gift. He didn’t have it picked out yet, and didn’t have a clue what to get, but he wasn’t worried. He still had seven days left, after all.
He had nothing planned for Christmas day, since the Italian had mentioned something about spending it with Romano. Germany didn’t want to mess up any plans he already had.
Still, this was Italy he was talking about. The man who, even before they had become intimate, would sneak into his bed and sleep with him. He didn’t want to plan things into detail. This was good, since all his plans were messed up at about eight P.M. that night.
“Luuuuuudwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig!”
The Italian had launched himself onto Germany, causing him to fall on the floor. Germany was stunned, but the attack was partially expected. Italy would often randomly let himself in like he had done, always unannounced.
“F-Feliciano, it’s nice to see you again. What brings you here?”
Italy stopped nuzzling the other’s chest and looked at him like he asked if his favorite food was pasta or not.
“I came to spend Christmas with you!”
“Christmas? That’s still eight days away.” Germany sat up, causing the smaller one to fall in his lap.
Italy adjusted himself. “I know! Ve, I came a little late, but I can make up for lost time.”
Wait, did that mean…? He glanced around the room, and his hunch was confirmed. Italy had brought a small backpack with him. That same one he brought with him when he intended to stay at Germany’s house.
It was full of clothes and similar things. The first couple of times Italy stayed with Germany, he had helped himself to Germany’s stuff, including his toothbrush and much too big clothes. After being reminded several times, Italy finally started to remember to bring a bag with him. As much as Germany loved seeing Italy in a shirt three times his size, the toothbrush thing had to stop.
He knew it couldn’t be worse then what they had done before, but it was still gross.
“Are you… spending the holidays with me?”
“Yep!” Italy wrapped himself around Germany’s neck.
Germany sighed and placed a hand on the back of Italy’s neck, toying with the hair at the bottom of his hair line. Spending the next week or so with his lover wouldn’t be so bad. He did enjoy spending days with him, and it had been awhile since they had intimate time together.
Germany eyed Italy’s curl, and was getting ready to touch it when the later spoke again. “Um… Ludwig, where is your tree?”
Germany twisted his head around. Italy was staring at his small, plastic tree. “You’re looking at it.”
“…. That’s the worst tree I have ever seen.”
Italy stood up, and Germany wished his hand had been faster. He walked over to the tree and felt its bristles. He frowned. “Ve! It’s not even real!”
Germany stood up. “Correct.“ He joined Italy and placed his hands on the smaller one’s shoulders. “Real trees are a hassle, and fake ones are much easier.”
He leaned down to wrap his arms around the other’s body when the smaller one moved away to inspect the tree more. “It’s terrible! Ludwig, how could you do something like this?! It hurts the Christmas spirit!”
“The… Christmas sprit?” Germany echoed.
Italy turned around. “Yep! The Christmas spirit! The same thing that keeps little kids up until midnight!”
Germany ran his hands though Italy’s hair. “I see. That’s very unfortunate then.” He moved in to kiss Italy’s check
“Don’t worry though! I’ll go get you one right now before we do anything holiday related!”
He moved away from the German nation’s touch once again, and he sighed. He hoped the rest of the holidays wouldn’t be like this. It wasn’t until after Italy ran out the door did he realize that Italy had left to get him a tree. A live, heavy tree he didn’t even want
in the first place.
“Italy! Wait!” Germany ran out the door and tried to catch him.
In the end, Italy picked out one of the largest trees they could find, which wasn’t actually that big. All the bigger ones had already been bought. Italy got ornaments and lights too, since the ones on the fake tree couldn’t be removed.
They sang Christmas songs as they decorated. Germany didn’t know all the words, but Italy did and was more then happy to teach him. It was more fun then Germany had thought it would be. It took about two hours, and he decided that if Italy would help him again, he wouldn’t mind putting a tree up next year. When they finished, Germany stepped back to admire their work.
The tree sparkled, and Italy looked proud about his work. Germany wrapped his arm around Italy, pulling the Italian nation closer to himself. Italy looked up at him and smiled.
“See? The tree gives off Christmas-” Italy stopped talking. “Ludwig. We’re under the mistletoe.”
Ludwig looked up. There was, in fact, mistletoe hanging above. Italy smiled and stood as high as he could. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Germany might not have been too big on Christmas, but he did know the tradition of mistletoe. He closed his eyes and kissed Italy on the lips.
Germany added in a tug of his curl for good measure.
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Cookies.
They were baking Christmas cookies. Germany wasn’t found of baking, let alone making cookies, but he couldn’t trust Italy to do it by himself. Knowing him, he would burn himself or make one giant cookie and put it in the oven. He might even try to make cookies out of pasta. His lover never ceased to amaze him.
Italy was currently rolling the dough into small balls. Germany had cut open the package for him, not trusting Italy with a knife. He had good reason. Last time Italy had a knife, he almost cut his tongue off licking steak juice from it.
Germany was rolling dough as well, but the Italian was much better at it then he was. Italy was already half way done, while Germany wasn’t even a fourth. It was a lot harder then it looked.
Italy looked at his progress. “Do you need any help, Ludwig?”
Germany shook his head. “I got it. “
“Ve, okay!”
Italy went back to his work, but Germany noticed him looking over at him once or twice. Italy had moved in with him for the rest of the month. They were doing Christmas things together everyday. Yesterday they made a gingerbread house, and the day before that they cut snowflakes out of paper. Honestly, Germany found it exhausting. Christmas was in two days though, so he would just have to endure.
Germany reached back to his pile of dough for another handful, and found something odd. It was half of the size it had been before. He looked back over to Italy’s pan, and it hadn’t changed. He then looked up at Italy. He had a lump of cookie dough in his hands and was eating from it. Raw cookie dough.
“FELICIANIO! Spit that out right now!”
Italy swallowed his mouthful and looked at Germany innocently. “Ve? Why? You had extra, and cookie dough is tasty!”
“You’ll get sick!” Germany scolded.
“But I eat it all the time!” Italy reached down to get another mouthful, but Germany stopped his hand. “Wah! I’m sorry Ludwig! Please don’t get mad at me!”
Germany sighed. He would forgot how sensitive Italy was sometimes. “Calm down. I’m not mad at you, just concerned for your health.” He rubbed Italy’s head to emphasize his point.
“R-Really?”
“Yes, really.” He looked at their cumulative amount of dough. “I think we have plenty. Let’s put it in the oven.”
After doing so, Germany sat in a chair nearby. Soon after, Italy appeared in his lap and fell asleep. He had his arms wrapped around Germany’s neck and was resting his head on the German nation’s board shoulders. Germany didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Unfortunate, he found that he needed to when twenty minutes had passed and the timer still hadn’t gone off. He nudged the sleeping body gently, and he blinked his eyes open. “Hey, Feliciano, how long were you suppose to put those cookies in the oven?”
“Ve… ten minutes?” Italy yawned.
“T-Ten?!” That would explain the burning smell. “Feliciano, can you get off of me? I think you’re cookies are burning.”
“B-B-B-Burning?!” Italy jumped up and shot off like a rocket. Germany followed behind him. Italy pulled the burnt cookies out of the oven and looked down at the sad, burnt remains. ”What are we suppose to serve for the Christmas party tomorrow now?”
Christmas party? This was the first Germany had heard of it. “Calm down, we can bake another batch.”
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It was Christmas Eve, and Germany still had no idea where the people had come from. Italy must have invited his brother Romano, so maybe he did Prussia as well. It wasn’t like he wanted to avoid his brother during this time of the year, but the other tended to hang out with France and Spain during the holidays. Italy said he had invited Japan as well, but the Asian nation was spending time with England instead.
“Ve! It’s your brother, and it’s Christmas!
Yeah, it had gone something like that. Prussia had already hit the spiked eggnog, which he had brought himself, and was counting down the time until it was midnight. It was still two hours away, but he intended to let everyone know that it was getting closer.
“Shut up you drunken idiot!” Romano would yell.
“Keskeskes, if it wasn’t for awesome me, Christmas would pass and you wouldn’t even notice!”
“Brother!” “Brother!” Both Italy and Germany would try to silence their respective brothers.
They were eating the Christmas cookies that Germany had staid up until midnight making. Cookies were a lot harder then they seemed.
They were going to exchanging presents, Italy’s idea. Luckily for him, Italy had already gotten his gifts before he came to Germany’s house. The latter had to do list minute shopping before everyone came, and most of what he got wasn’t that good.
“Here! This is for you Brother, and Prussia, this ones for me, and another for Prussia,” Italy was handing out the presents.
Romano had gotten a pair of socks from Germany, and a box of tomatoes from Italy. Prussia didn’t get gifts for anyone, but he got more socks from Germany and a fruit cake from Romano. Germany only got one present, and that was from Romano. It was a pair of socks.
“Ludwig! I have a special present for you. Close your eyes!”
“Hm? “ Germany obeyed.
Italy kissed him on the lips. Germany blushed and looked away, his gaze happening to fall on a clock. It was a minute before midnight, and tomorrow Italy would be going to back to his house. In one mintue, Christmas would be over. All in all, Germany had enjoyed the Christmas season.
“It’s midnight! Merry Christmas!” Germany stole the line before Prussia could say it.
He enjoyed it a lot. It was probably his best Christmas he had in a long time.
Type of Gift: Fanfiction
Rating: PG
Title: Merry Christmas, Ludwig!
Summary: Italy spends Christmas with Germany
Author Notes: It's not that good, but I hope you like it, emsiecat!
There were eight day until Christmas, and for Germany, it wasn’t exactly something he was counting down to. It wasn’t like he despised the holiday or was too busy for it, but he never treated it with the same importance that other people did. He treated it just like every other holiday. Sure, he had put up a little tree, a fake one, already decorated, but that was as far as he had gone in celebration.
He was planning to spend it with Italy. He was going to take the other to a restaurant on Christmas Eve and surprise him with a gift. He didn’t have it picked out yet, and didn’t have a clue what to get, but he wasn’t worried. He still had seven days left, after all.
He had nothing planned for Christmas day, since the Italian had mentioned something about spending it with Romano. Germany didn’t want to mess up any plans he already had.
Still, this was Italy he was talking about. The man who, even before they had become intimate, would sneak into his bed and sleep with him. He didn’t want to plan things into detail. This was good, since all his plans were messed up at about eight P.M. that night.
“Luuuuuudwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig!”
The Italian had launched himself onto Germany, causing him to fall on the floor. Germany was stunned, but the attack was partially expected. Italy would often randomly let himself in like he had done, always unannounced.
“F-Feliciano, it’s nice to see you again. What brings you here?”
Italy stopped nuzzling the other’s chest and looked at him like he asked if his favorite food was pasta or not.
“I came to spend Christmas with you!”
“Christmas? That’s still eight days away.” Germany sat up, causing the smaller one to fall in his lap.
Italy adjusted himself. “I know! Ve, I came a little late, but I can make up for lost time.”
Wait, did that mean…? He glanced around the room, and his hunch was confirmed. Italy had brought a small backpack with him. That same one he brought with him when he intended to stay at Germany’s house.
It was full of clothes and similar things. The first couple of times Italy stayed with Germany, he had helped himself to Germany’s stuff, including his toothbrush and much too big clothes. After being reminded several times, Italy finally started to remember to bring a bag with him. As much as Germany loved seeing Italy in a shirt three times his size, the toothbrush thing had to stop.
He knew it couldn’t be worse then what they had done before, but it was still gross.
“Are you… spending the holidays with me?”
“Yep!” Italy wrapped himself around Germany’s neck.
Germany sighed and placed a hand on the back of Italy’s neck, toying with the hair at the bottom of his hair line. Spending the next week or so with his lover wouldn’t be so bad. He did enjoy spending days with him, and it had been awhile since they had intimate time together.
Germany eyed Italy’s curl, and was getting ready to touch it when the later spoke again. “Um… Ludwig, where is your tree?”
Germany twisted his head around. Italy was staring at his small, plastic tree. “You’re looking at it.”
“…. That’s the worst tree I have ever seen.”
Italy stood up, and Germany wished his hand had been faster. He walked over to the tree and felt its bristles. He frowned. “Ve! It’s not even real!”
Germany stood up. “Correct.“ He joined Italy and placed his hands on the smaller one’s shoulders. “Real trees are a hassle, and fake ones are much easier.”
He leaned down to wrap his arms around the other’s body when the smaller one moved away to inspect the tree more. “It’s terrible! Ludwig, how could you do something like this?! It hurts the Christmas spirit!”
“The… Christmas sprit?” Germany echoed.
Italy turned around. “Yep! The Christmas spirit! The same thing that keeps little kids up until midnight!”
Germany ran his hands though Italy’s hair. “I see. That’s very unfortunate then.” He moved in to kiss Italy’s check
“Don’t worry though! I’ll go get you one right now before we do anything holiday related!”
He moved away from the German nation’s touch once again, and he sighed. He hoped the rest of the holidays wouldn’t be like this. It wasn’t until after Italy ran out the door did he realize that Italy had left to get him a tree. A live, heavy tree he didn’t even want
in the first place.
“Italy! Wait!” Germany ran out the door and tried to catch him.
In the end, Italy picked out one of the largest trees they could find, which wasn’t actually that big. All the bigger ones had already been bought. Italy got ornaments and lights too, since the ones on the fake tree couldn’t be removed.
They sang Christmas songs as they decorated. Germany didn’t know all the words, but Italy did and was more then happy to teach him. It was more fun then Germany had thought it would be. It took about two hours, and he decided that if Italy would help him again, he wouldn’t mind putting a tree up next year. When they finished, Germany stepped back to admire their work.
The tree sparkled, and Italy looked proud about his work. Germany wrapped his arm around Italy, pulling the Italian nation closer to himself. Italy looked up at him and smiled.
“See? The tree gives off Christmas-” Italy stopped talking. “Ludwig. We’re under the mistletoe.”
Ludwig looked up. There was, in fact, mistletoe hanging above. Italy smiled and stood as high as he could. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Germany might not have been too big on Christmas, but he did know the tradition of mistletoe. He closed his eyes and kissed Italy on the lips.
Germany added in a tug of his curl for good measure.
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Cookies.
They were baking Christmas cookies. Germany wasn’t found of baking, let alone making cookies, but he couldn’t trust Italy to do it by himself. Knowing him, he would burn himself or make one giant cookie and put it in the oven. He might even try to make cookies out of pasta. His lover never ceased to amaze him.
Italy was currently rolling the dough into small balls. Germany had cut open the package for him, not trusting Italy with a knife. He had good reason. Last time Italy had a knife, he almost cut his tongue off licking steak juice from it.
Germany was rolling dough as well, but the Italian was much better at it then he was. Italy was already half way done, while Germany wasn’t even a fourth. It was a lot harder then it looked.
Italy looked at his progress. “Do you need any help, Ludwig?”
Germany shook his head. “I got it. “
“Ve, okay!”
Italy went back to his work, but Germany noticed him looking over at him once or twice. Italy had moved in with him for the rest of the month. They were doing Christmas things together everyday. Yesterday they made a gingerbread house, and the day before that they cut snowflakes out of paper. Honestly, Germany found it exhausting. Christmas was in two days though, so he would just have to endure.
Germany reached back to his pile of dough for another handful, and found something odd. It was half of the size it had been before. He looked back over to Italy’s pan, and it hadn’t changed. He then looked up at Italy. He had a lump of cookie dough in his hands and was eating from it. Raw cookie dough.
“FELICIANIO! Spit that out right now!”
Italy swallowed his mouthful and looked at Germany innocently. “Ve? Why? You had extra, and cookie dough is tasty!”
“You’ll get sick!” Germany scolded.
“But I eat it all the time!” Italy reached down to get another mouthful, but Germany stopped his hand. “Wah! I’m sorry Ludwig! Please don’t get mad at me!”
Germany sighed. He would forgot how sensitive Italy was sometimes. “Calm down. I’m not mad at you, just concerned for your health.” He rubbed Italy’s head to emphasize his point.
“R-Really?”
“Yes, really.” He looked at their cumulative amount of dough. “I think we have plenty. Let’s put it in the oven.”
After doing so, Germany sat in a chair nearby. Soon after, Italy appeared in his lap and fell asleep. He had his arms wrapped around Germany’s neck and was resting his head on the German nation’s board shoulders. Germany didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Unfortunate, he found that he needed to when twenty minutes had passed and the timer still hadn’t gone off. He nudged the sleeping body gently, and he blinked his eyes open. “Hey, Feliciano, how long were you suppose to put those cookies in the oven?”
“Ve… ten minutes?” Italy yawned.
“T-Ten?!” That would explain the burning smell. “Feliciano, can you get off of me? I think you’re cookies are burning.”
“B-B-B-Burning?!” Italy jumped up and shot off like a rocket. Germany followed behind him. Italy pulled the burnt cookies out of the oven and looked down at the sad, burnt remains. ”What are we suppose to serve for the Christmas party tomorrow now?”
Christmas party? This was the first Germany had heard of it. “Calm down, we can bake another batch.”
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It was Christmas Eve, and Germany still had no idea where the people had come from. Italy must have invited his brother Romano, so maybe he did Prussia as well. It wasn’t like he wanted to avoid his brother during this time of the year, but the other tended to hang out with France and Spain during the holidays. Italy said he had invited Japan as well, but the Asian nation was spending time with England instead.
“Ve! It’s your brother, and it’s Christmas!
Yeah, it had gone something like that. Prussia had already hit the spiked eggnog, which he had brought himself, and was counting down the time until it was midnight. It was still two hours away, but he intended to let everyone know that it was getting closer.
“Shut up you drunken idiot!” Romano would yell.
“Keskeskes, if it wasn’t for awesome me, Christmas would pass and you wouldn’t even notice!”
“Brother!” “Brother!” Both Italy and Germany would try to silence their respective brothers.
They were eating the Christmas cookies that Germany had staid up until midnight making. Cookies were a lot harder then they seemed.
They were going to exchanging presents, Italy’s idea. Luckily for him, Italy had already gotten his gifts before he came to Germany’s house. The latter had to do list minute shopping before everyone came, and most of what he got wasn’t that good.
“Here! This is for you Brother, and Prussia, this ones for me, and another for Prussia,” Italy was handing out the presents.
Romano had gotten a pair of socks from Germany, and a box of tomatoes from Italy. Prussia didn’t get gifts for anyone, but he got more socks from Germany and a fruit cake from Romano. Germany only got one present, and that was from Romano. It was a pair of socks.
“Ludwig! I have a special present for you. Close your eyes!”
“Hm? “ Germany obeyed.
Italy kissed him on the lips. Germany blushed and looked away, his gaze happening to fall on a clock. It was a minute before midnight, and tomorrow Italy would be going to back to his house. In one mintue, Christmas would be over. All in all, Germany had enjoyed the Christmas season.
“It’s midnight! Merry Christmas!” Germany stole the line before Prussia could say it.
He enjoyed it a lot. It was probably his best Christmas he had in a long time.