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azureetherTitle: A Not-so-Awesome Christmas Tale
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: Prussia, Germany, Italy as the main ones. Pairings, way more than I can list...
Summary: Prussia plans a special Christmas by singing Christmas Carols around the world, dragging Germany and Italy with him. Will the world be safe with Prussia singing around?
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
himitsu_santa Secret Santa Exchange. Many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tanya_tsuki for betaing, and to sillyputtie for her valuable help! ♥
Once upon a time, a common home with a not-so-common family was preparing to celebrate, as always, a greatly anticipated and peaceful Christmas Eve. However, a young German nation felt this wasn't enough for him, and he frantically thought on a way to make it better...
"This year's going to be awesome!", Prussia exclaimed looking utterly excited.
"What happened, bruder? Aren't you going to do your usual escapades through Europe?"
Prussia snorted. "I'd like to, but Spain's spending this Christmas with that guy Romano. And France isn't to be found; he just mentioned he was going to be busy for Christmas, but he refused to say what he would be doing...that bastard! I'm sure he's planning to have a lot of fun without the awesome me!" he sputtered.
"So...which is the great idea?" Germany arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, I have planned everything to make this a great Christmas! Say, have you heard of Christmas caroling? I'll be visiting the houses of our nation friends, to -ahem- sing some Christmas Carols. I bet that'll make them happy!"
"Ve~ That sounds really fun!" Italy beamed. "Can I go with you?"
"Sure, little Italy!" Prussia patted Italy on his back. "Do you want to have fun with old Prussia?"
"Wait a second. Where are you planning to take Italy?" Germany grumbled, looking serious.
"Ooooh, are you jealous, dear West? Don't worry, I'll take good care of your cute 'ally'..."
Germany cleared his throat. "Actually, I'd prefer that..."
"It's OK, Germany, you can come with us as well! That way, you won't miss out anything and we'll all have fun together!" Italy gave a big and honest smile.
"Well, yes...that sounds like a good idea," Germany turned, looking uncomfortable and a little embarrassed.
Prussia rolled his eyes. How could someone be so blatantly oblivious? Anyways, although he didn't want to admit it, he did want to go with Italy; it wouldn't be fun to go through the world alone. And if that meant he had to take his brother along as well...yeah, he could manage that. He was awesome enough to stop his brother from ruining the fun.
"Anyways, are you ready? Take these lyrics and follow me, this is going to be a wonderful day!"
"But, but...will I be able to pick a song to sing?" Italy asked in a hopeful tone.
Prussia beamed. "Of course, little Italy! Everybody will have the chance to have fun today!"
"Actually, I think I'll have the chance to get a big headache today," Germany mumbled, scratching his head.
And so, this peculiar family started their journey, willing to bring peace, happiness and hope to every corner of the world...
"Will you please shut up?! Geez, next time I'll need to hire a more awesome and less cheesy narrator!"
Allow me to correct. This narrator now fears for the fate of this otherwise, peaceful Christmas...
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Neighbors were always first, Prussia had said. And so, their next stop would be the house of Germany’s lovely neighbor. And if he was expecting a warm reception, it was obvious he was going to get a surprise.
The first thing he saw when he knocked on Switzerland’s door was…
“AAAAAAAH!”
…a shotgun pointing to his face.
“You better have a good reason to disturb my Christmas or else you’ll wake up tomorrow with a nice hole on your forehead,” Switzerland grumbled huskily.
“S-Switzerland, my dearest friend!” Prussia said while absently trying to lower the shotgun, “Have you forgotten the Christmas Spirit? This is a night of peace and love, especially to your neighbors!”
Even Germany could be intimidated with a shotgun held by Switzerland, so he tried to placate the situation. “Forgive bruder’s rude behavior, we just came to give a Christmas greeting.”
Switzerland huffed, having just noticed Germany’s presence. “Fine. I’ll let you get inside just because I trust you’ll control your brother and…because it’s Christmas and Liech’s going to get mad with me otherwise. Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable.”
“Do you have food?” Italy smiled widely.
“If cheese’s alright for you…”
“I love it! ~,” and he ran inside, leaving behind both Germany and Prussia. The latter just rolled his eyes, while Germany couldn’t help but to give a slight smile.
Inside the house, the mood was rather festive, all the contrary of what they had expected from Switzerland’s house. Liechtenstein was chatting lively with Belgium, and Netherlands was preparing the table. How on Earth…
“…Liech insisted on spending Christmas with Belgium, they get along very well,” Switzerland commented, as if he had read Germany’s thoughts. “And she brought Netherlands with her. I would have left him out if you’d asked me, but Liech wouldn’t be happy with that…”
“I think you have quite a lovely celebration,” Germany said. “As I mentioned before, we just came to greet, and…”
“Attention, everyone!” Prussia was talking from the center of the living room. “It’s time to bring you some fun and music to your hearts! Italy, Germany, come here if you’d please…”
“Just what are you planning, Prussia?” Switzerland glared.
“Oh, just some Christmas Carols! Nothing serious. Now I’ll present my own rendition of Jingle Bells!”
The beginning of the song didn’t have any major changes, but…
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Liechtenstein, was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot;
He got into a Swiss bank and my ass was shot!
Netherlands was now laughing heartily, but Switzerland wasn’t. Shotgun in hand, he aimed at Prussia again. “Thank you for the lovely song. Now I suggest you get out of my house or else your ass is going to be shot for real!”
“Calm down, buddy! I’m going, I’m going. But I’m sure you’re going to miss me. I’ll be free tonight, and perhaps my ass won’t mind such lovely company,” Prussia smirked.
“Who…who said such thing?” Switzerland now blushed, looking away quite uncomfortably. “Now go away of my house or I…I…”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Save some energy for tonight, pal!” Prussia waved. Later, he would let out a breath of relief. His ass was safe…for now.
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Italy suggested visiting Austria. Prussia wasn’t quite convinced of this (especially because Hungary could be around), but then, who was he to reject a chance to tease good old Austria?
Surprisingly, there was nobody at Austria’s place. According to neighbors, Austria was going to spend Christmas not at a house, but at the Burgtheater.
“Snobbish aristocrat,” Prussia grumbled. “What’s the big idea, celebrating Christmas at a theatre? I knew the guy was boring, but this…!”
“Perhaps he’s planning to see a Christmas concert. I have to say, that’s quite an interesting way to spend Christmas Eve. Not like us, singing lame songs and being threatened with shotguns…” Germany stated bitterly. Apparently, he was still disgusted (and nervous) for being kicked out of Switzerland’s place in such an unorthodox way. This could severely affect his reputation.
“Why is it that I’m surrounded by such boring guys? Heh! Let’s go teach that stiff what a real Christmas is like!” Prussia smirked, much to Germany’s worry. Such a determined Prussia only meant problems.
However, Prussia’s plans to tease Austria wouldn’t end as he had expected. Because Austria wasn’t alone, but surrounded by several countries. Hungary went around carrying menacingly her frying pan, while Poland seemed busy trying to convince Lithuania to polish his nails. Estonia and Latvia were practicing how to sing, and Russia looked uncomfortable with Belarus clinging to his arm, being followed closely by a worried Ukraine. And in a corner, Turkey seemed to be preparing some costumes.
“Hey, mister Turkey!” Italy smiled dreamingly. “Isn’t Greece around here?”
Turkey gulped. He was, perhaps, the only one afraid of Italy, given how he had defeated Turkey in such an unceremonious way in the past when he was still but a child.
“T-That lazy guy isn’t around here, and I’m glad for that!” he spat. “It wouldn’t be a good Christmas if he were here. A-anyways, I have plenty of work to do!”
“I see…I think I may know where Greece is, then!” Italy beamed in a mysterious way. Neither Germany nor Turkey dared to ask him where Greece was.
Meanwhile, Prussia hadn’t given up yet. Teasing Austria was one of his favorite hobbies, and Christmas wouldn’t be the same without it.
“Merry Christmas, four-eyes” Prussia said, patting Austria’s back. “You really don’t know how to make a discreet celebration, huh? To make your dinner here?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Prussia,” Austria glared. “We’re preparing a Christmas concert. Everybody here is helping or participating. But of course, I don’t expect you to understand such a noble art of expression…”
“As nice as always, huh? I happen to understand a lot about songs. In fact, I’m here to dedicate a couple or two Christmas songs to all of you! See those two?” Prussia said, pointing to Italy and Germany. ”They’ll sing with me! Of course, I’m the main voice…”
“Funny, I thought you didn’t know of any form of music other than metal. That is, if your songs can be considered music at all…”
“Why you…”
“Is there any problem, dear Austria?” Hungary gave a warm smile, tapping the frying pan in the palm of her hand. The glare she was giving Prussia, however, was far from being warm.
“I can handle this, Hungary. Thanks a---“
“Heh! You’re really a mommy’s boy, Austria. To think you’d need a bodyguard!” Prussia laughed loudly.
“Can I knock him out?” Hungary spat, cracking her knuckles.
But Austria put a hand over her shoulder. “It’s not necessary. Your hands are far too beautiful to have them getting ruined because of this guy.”
“A-Austria…,” Hungary looked away, blushing. Prussia thought it was impressive: one moment, you’d have the sweetest girl, and the next moment, you could fear for your vital regions. Crazy indeed. Just as…
“I insist Christmas is a perfect day to get married, dear Russia.”
“S-Sure, Belarus, but we haven’t made any preparation, da?”
“There’s no need for that. Many countries are here, and I have this,” Belarus pulled out of the blue a bridal bouquet. “Now, let’s get married.”
“A-Ah…”
Prussia almost felt sympathy for the guy. And besides, the mushiness between Austria and Hungary was beginning to reach unbearable levels, so he had to act before Hungary remembered what she planned to do originally.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Prussia announced. “No Christmas would be complete without some Christmas Caroling. Now, shall we sing?”
And winking to Germany and Italy, he started singing Hark the Herald Angels Sing, being promptly followed by the rest of the nations. The trio took this chance to run away, noticing at a distance a scarfed figure running in the opposite direction. Hopefully, when the song came to the Come, Desire of nations come line, he would be far, safe and sound. For now.
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Prussia insisted on visiting Denmark, so their next stop would be the Nordic nations’ place. However, what they found was anything but a Christmas Eve celebration. The Nordic nations were all working intensely, dressed as elves and preparing a big sleigh.
“Every year’s the same thing!,” Denmark whined. “Why doesn’t Finland use some of his magic power to make this for himself?”
“I don’t think I need to remind you that Finland needs his magic to deliver gifts, not to pack them,” Norway pointed out. “And I suggest you to lower your voice, otherwise you’ll wake little Sealand.”
Denmark shut up, but Prussia didn’t; he was now laughing heartily at the elf outfits. After the Nordics glared Prussia, Germany nudged him for silence.
“You look so cute, everyone!” Italy beamed. “Are you working to help Santa? Where is he now? I forgot to give him my letter…”
“M’ w’fe’s ins’de ch’cking the gift l’st,” Sweden sharply replied.
“And good kids should be in their beds sleeping,” Iceland added. “What brings you out here, guys?”
“We came to bring a little bit of Christmas spirit, since it seems you really need it!” Prussia stated. “Now, what better way than to sing some Christmas Carols?”
Norway frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good ide—“
“Ve ~ That’s a lovely idea! Since Santa’s around here, let’s sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town!”
“Did someone mention Santa came?” a childish voice cried. “Where are my gifts?”
Sealand wore an astonished look when he saw his uncles and his dad being improvised ‘elves.’ Fortunately Finland wasn’t around, or else…
“Little Sealand, good kids should be sleeping! Or Santa won’t bring your gift!” Denmark stammered nervously.
“But he said,” – Sealand replied pointing at Italy – “that Santa was coming! And I want my gifts! And why are you dressed like that, Uncle Denmark?”
“Oooh, you don’t know why? That’s because I’m Santa’s number one help---“ he had to shut up after being kicked by Norway.
“Little Sealand,” Italy remarked. “Your uncle’s right, you should be sleeping! Remember the song: He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake…”
“Did you call me, guys?” Finland popped out, already fully dressed as Santa.
Everybody went pale, and Sealand’s eyes grew wide not believing what they were seeing.
“Uh… I think it’s time to go,” Prussia mumbled. “Take care, everyone! And Denmark, I hope to see you again soon! The gang will die to hear about your, um, new clothes!”
“Please read my letter, okay, Santa? Ciao!” And the trio ran away, as fast as they could.
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They felt relieved being far from Europe at last. Their next stop would be America’s place, since they suspected they would find England there, and maybe Canada. And Prussia wouldn’t miss the chance of teasing the stodgy British man, or to taste some good Maple syrup.
The fact that the guy seemed to have a house in every state was really a problem,. They looked in Virginia, Washington, even Texas, without success. That was when Italy suggested to look in New York, but mostly because he wanted to see 'the big Christmas tree'. After dismissing the idea initially, Prussia reconsidered it; given that America had a fair amount of similarities with Italy, it didn't seem illogical to imagine that he could have had the same childish and ridiculous idea.
This was really delaying his plans, and it was discouraging to think he would have to shorten his schedule if he had to keep looking for America. Luckily, after arriving to New York, Prussia was relieved to see lights on in America's apartment, so he promptly knocked on the door.
Naturally, Prussia wasn't expecting to see a bearded guy opening it.
"Oui?" France asked, before noticing who was at the door. His bored look turned into one of horror.
"YOU? HERE?!" Both he and Prussia yelled and looked at each other with the same shocked face.
"What's this, France?! Spending Christmas like a boring and domestic guy? What happened to you?!" he managed to ask before bursting out laughing.
"The same I could ask of you." France arched an eyebrow, glancing over at Italy and Germany. Italy was waving with a big smile, while Germany just gave a shy nod. France nodded as well, before looking back to Prussia. "Bringing the family to your little adventure?"
"W-Well..." Prussia stammered, looking uncomfortable. "At least my Christmas is still awesome! Not like you, spending Christmas like an old man!" he shot.
"My dear Canada was the one of the idea, he was really hoping for a 'familiar' Christmas...and of course, I couldn't refuse." France sighed, half smiling. "Naturally, that implies I'm stuck here with a pedantic Englishman and his annoying American lover," he groaned.
"I heard you, French tosser!" a thick British accent could be heard from behind the door. England approached and stuck his head out, giving a surprised look after seeing the trio. "Prussia? What a surprise. What brings you out here?"
"I'm here to bring some awesomeness to your Christmas, stodgy man! And, uh...," - he hesitated before being nudged by Italy - "yeah, peace and love and all of that. Now then, I take it you'll invite me to come in? Thank you so much!" And, without waiting for a reply, he made his way into America's apartment.
It was a weird gathering, for being a 'familiar' celebration. France and England were bickering the whole time, America was apparently having fun tracking Santa, and Canada did his best to prepare the dinner on his own. Italy then suggested to start the singing, and that managed to finally get them all together.
Later, Prussia would curse the fact of having allowed Italy to pick a Christmas song, since the chosen one, Hey Santa, put all of them into a lovey-dovey mood that wasn't in Prussia's plans.
"Hey, England!" America said after embracing England from behind. "Would you allow me to steal a kiss or two under the mistletoe from you, baby? And after that, I can give you a ride on my sleigh, you know..."
"Not in public, you...you dolt!" England struggled, with an evident blush on his face. "Besides, it's not like we have mistletoe around, isn't it?"
"Ah, that's not a problem, Angleterre! We, Amerique et moi, actually put mistletoe everywhere, see?"
"Ah! H-How did that mistletoe got above us?" Canada said blushing as well, already trapped in France's arms.
"No need to worry, mon amour! I'll make you forget very soon there's such thing hanging there...," France said leaning dangerously over Canada.
Prussia rolled his eyes. Too much mushiness for him. Not awesome at all, he thought.
"Ve ~ Now, would you like to sing I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa---"
"NO!," Prussia jumped. He had had enough of kissing songs, but he found himself in a loss after everybody was looking at him surprised. "Uh, I mean...I have a much better song, little Italy! Composed by me, I'm sure you'll love it!"
"Not this again...," Germany grumbled, covering his eyes.
"And now, I'm proud to present...England the Red-nosed Drunk Man!"
"WHAT?!," England yelled. Too late, Prussia had started to sing.
England, the red-nosed drunk man
had his face flushing pink.
And if you see his eyebrows,
you would even say he stinks!
"Enough singing! Good-bye, Merry Christmas, and get out!" England roared.
"Mais c’était magnifique!" France exclaimed.
"It was a good song!" America smiled widely. "And, what about the Christmas Spirit?!"
"One more word about that song, and you won't be allowed to get closer than a mile around me tonight, you twat!"
"But England!" America pouted. "I thought you were going to guide my sleigh tonight!
"And if you don't stop saying such embarrassing and lame jokes in public, I'll make sure your 'sleigh' never lands close to me anymore!" England spat.
"G-Guys! Stop fighting on Christmas! " Canada finally spoke, already getting tired with this.
Prussia decided it was time to go. As he left behind the fighting nations guided by France, the latter would mumble some words to his ear.
"I trust you won't tell anybody about this. You know how much this could affect my reputation..."
"And what if I let slip something?" Prussia gave a mischievous look, smirking.
"In that case, I'm afraid I'll feel the need of telling everyone about the scandalous party you and Denmark had some time ago! I'm sure Switzerland will be delighted to hear what really happened with the flowers in his garden..."
"H-How do you know about that...?" Prussia swallowed hard. He certainly didn't want Switzerland to know his flowers ended up being the only 'clothes' a drunk Prussia and Denmark wore after a crazy party night.
"Ah, never underestimate the knowledge of big brother France. Anyways, I won't say anything if you keep my secret as well! Is that deal alright, dear friend?" France grinned, placing his arm over Prussia's shoulders. Prussia just gave a sigh, knowing himself already defeated.
And so, Prussia, Italy and Germany left behind the United States, with the satisfaction of knowing they had brought peace and love to that house.
...or perhaps not.
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"So, what's next? The Asian guys?"
"I'd like to see Japan first...I haven't seen him in a while..." Italy pouted.
"That boring guy? Where's the fun in visiting him?!"
"Actually, I'd like to visit Japan as well...it's not that I miss him, I just want to give him a cordial greeting," Germany mumbled, slightly blushing.
"Alright, you win! Let's visit that old guy," Prussia muttered, not looking amused at all.
His face changed when they arrived to the Asian nation. There were lights everywhere, and lots of people on the streets looking for gifts, seeming happy. Pretty awesome, as he would say. Perhaps the guy wasn't as boring as he thought...
Japan's house was also very well ornate, with a lot of lights, some nice decorations, and a big Christmas tree. They took sometime observing the house, until the owner showed himself on the doorstep.
"Japan!," Italy exclaimed looking happy. And the three nations who once called themselves the Axis, met together in a group hug. A very endearing scene to anyone except Prussia, who had to look away in order to not to see that excess of cheesiness.
"I'm glad to see you on this day, my friends,” Japan smiled. "What brings you to this remote place?"
"Ve ~ We wanted to ---"
"We wanted to give you some caroling!" Prussia interrupted. "Although, it would be boring to sing just for a single person..."
Japan chuckled. "Who said I'm alone? See..."
And he pointed inside, where a drowsy Greece was coming out in that moment followed by several cats.
“Mmm… sorry, everyone. Did I miss something?
"I knew Greece would be here!" Italy smiled, moving closer to Greece in order to hug him.
"Well, now that we're all together, should we sing?" Japan said while nudging Greece to keep him awake.
"Ve ~ I want to suggest---"
"I'll suggest this time, little Italy! Thank you. Now, let's sing Silent Night!"
And they started singing. The song went smoothly, until the Sleep in heavenly peace line. A snort let them know Greece was already sleeping in heavenly peace, leaning against the door.
Prussia was chuckling, while Japan was giving a deadly glare. Nevertheless, Japan kept a calm face.
"That was...a lovely song. Now, if you excuse me, I'll take Greece-san inside the house; I just hope he'll wake up for dinner..."
"I guess we're going as well. My apologies, Japan; I'll make sure bruder won't attempt anything else."
"Hey, are you implying it was my fault? You offend me! Why would I----argh!!!"
"Arrivederci, Japan! Have a good time with Greece! And Buon Natale!"
And as Germany and Italy waved, they dragged Prussia with them despite his struggling.
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There was just one stop left, the Asian family. Normally, those guys were way too peaceful, but Prussia thought it would be nice to annoy old China. Or perhaps to provoke Korea, letting him create the ruckus. That was actually very easy to achieve, in fact.
“Our last stop. I sincerely hope you won’t ruin it, bruder. Or else, I’m afraid I won’t let you have dinner.”
Prussia scowled at Germany, obviously not pleased. “What are you talking about, West? It’s not my fault those guys got annoyed with my awesome songs!”
“Bruder, I’m warning you…”
“But…!”
“Aiyah, welcome to my home, dear friends!” China came to greet them. “What brings you to this distant place?”
“Of course, to bring an awesome Christm---“
“We just wanted to greet, that’s all,” Germany interrupted.
“Make yourself at home, everyone,” China gestured to make them get inside. “Come on, family! Let’s greet our guests!”
Hong Kong just nodded, while Taiwan gave a warm smile. As for Korea, he simply clapped the backs of the trio. Despite their differences, China’s family really made an effort to get along for at least one night, something that couldn’t be said about other families they had visited.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“Ve ~ let’s sing something!”
“Oh yes yes yes!” Prussia burst out, excited. “I’ve just got this awesome song composed by me and---“
Germany cleared his throat. Ignoring Prussia’s groan, he continued talking. “Italy, I think you should be the one to choose the song, since this is your idea,” he finished, glaring at Prussia.
Italy suggested We Wish You a Merry Christmas, and Germany couldn’t complain to that. It was such an innocent song! However, as they sang…
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
“Aiyah, I refuse to keep singing this song! We won’t celebrate our New Year until February, you know,” China said, followed by Taiwan and Hong Kong’s nods of approval.
“That’s right! New Year was invented in Korea, you know, and it was I who determined New Year should be celebrated in February!” Korea shouted out.
“Excuse me? It was you who copied my calendar, and not otherwise!”
“Who would believe you, old man? It’s obvious New Year was created by the most awesome country here, and that’s me!”
“If you allow me to point out something,” Prussia interrupted, pointing to both Hong Kong and Korea, “I thought you guys celebrated Western New Year! So you don’t have any right to complain!”
Both nations went pale, while China glared them intensely. “My own family…!” he whined.
“Let’s go home already, bruder,” Germany sighed. “No more songs for today.”
As the trio went out, they could swear they heard something that resembled China’s battle yell, Korea’s whining, and fireworks explosions.
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Back home, a tired Italy threw himself on the couch to take a nap, while Germany started preparing the dinner. Prussia tried to sneak away, but Germany put him to work. Take it as a punishment for the mischief you caused today, he had said.
The dinner went great, with a nice looking Schweinebraten and a sweet Baumkuchen as a dessert. Prussia felt weirdly happy, after such a wonderful meal and the wonderful adventure they had had before. Not that he would ever admit it, but he secretly felt grateful for the family he had. And this had been a nice way to finish the day; however, for some reason, Germany absolutely rejected the idea of some caroling after finishing the meal.
The day was finally over. Germany and Italy went to sleep (or, perhaps, not yet) and Prussia would prepare himself for one last adventure. And...
...and so, Christmas Eve brought peace and happiness to the world. The families were gathered and the children smiled. And as night fell over Europe, it brought a peaceful slumber and the hope of a better tomorrow. Yes, everything was peace...
"I'm home, my little Alpine flower! Ready to have a totally awesome nigh---"
...except on some place near the Alps.
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Notes:
- Burgtheater, placed in Vienna, is the Austrian National Theatre and one of the most important German language theatres in the world.
- Korean New Year. Korean Calendar is based on the Chinese one, that's why Korean New Year is on the same day as Chinese New Year. Both calendars are lunar-based.
- Korea and Hong Kong celebrate both the Western New Year and the Lunar New Year.
- Schweinebraten, also known as Bavarian Pork Roast, is a pork-based dish ofter served with cabbage or sauerkraut.
- Baumkuchen, also known as Tree Cake or The King of Cakes, is a layered cake usually coated with marmalade and chocolate.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: Prussia, Germany, Italy as the main ones. Pairings, way more than I can list...
Summary: Prussia plans a special Christmas by singing Christmas Carols around the world, dragging Germany and Italy with him. Will the world be safe with Prussia singing around?
Notes: Written for
himitsu_santa Secret Santa Exchange. Many thanks to tanya_tsuki for betaing, and to sillyputtie for her valuable help! ♥ Once upon a time, a common home with a not-so-common family was preparing to celebrate, as always, a greatly anticipated and peaceful Christmas Eve. However, a young German nation felt this wasn't enough for him, and he frantically thought on a way to make it better...
"This year's going to be awesome!", Prussia exclaimed looking utterly excited.
"What happened, bruder? Aren't you going to do your usual escapades through Europe?"
Prussia snorted. "I'd like to, but Spain's spending this Christmas with that guy Romano. And France isn't to be found; he just mentioned he was going to be busy for Christmas, but he refused to say what he would be doing...that bastard! I'm sure he's planning to have a lot of fun without the awesome me!" he sputtered.
"So...which is the great idea?" Germany arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, I have planned everything to make this a great Christmas! Say, have you heard of Christmas caroling? I'll be visiting the houses of our nation friends, to -ahem- sing some Christmas Carols. I bet that'll make them happy!"
"Ve~ That sounds really fun!" Italy beamed. "Can I go with you?"
"Sure, little Italy!" Prussia patted Italy on his back. "Do you want to have fun with old Prussia?"
"Wait a second. Where are you planning to take Italy?" Germany grumbled, looking serious.
"Ooooh, are you jealous, dear West? Don't worry, I'll take good care of your cute 'ally'..."
Germany cleared his throat. "Actually, I'd prefer that..."
"It's OK, Germany, you can come with us as well! That way, you won't miss out anything and we'll all have fun together!" Italy gave a big and honest smile.
"Well, yes...that sounds like a good idea," Germany turned, looking uncomfortable and a little embarrassed.
Prussia rolled his eyes. How could someone be so blatantly oblivious? Anyways, although he didn't want to admit it, he did want to go with Italy; it wouldn't be fun to go through the world alone. And if that meant he had to take his brother along as well...yeah, he could manage that. He was awesome enough to stop his brother from ruining the fun.
"Anyways, are you ready? Take these lyrics and follow me, this is going to be a wonderful day!"
"But, but...will I be able to pick a song to sing?" Italy asked in a hopeful tone.
Prussia beamed. "Of course, little Italy! Everybody will have the chance to have fun today!"
"Actually, I think I'll have the chance to get a big headache today," Germany mumbled, scratching his head.
And so, this peculiar family started their journey, willing to bring peace, happiness and hope to every corner of the world...
"Will you please shut up?! Geez, next time I'll need to hire a more awesome and less cheesy narrator!"
Allow me to correct. This narrator now fears for the fate of this otherwise, peaceful Christmas...
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Neighbors were always first, Prussia had said. And so, their next stop would be the house of Germany’s lovely neighbor. And if he was expecting a warm reception, it was obvious he was going to get a surprise.
The first thing he saw when he knocked on Switzerland’s door was…
“AAAAAAAH!”
…a shotgun pointing to his face.
“You better have a good reason to disturb my Christmas or else you’ll wake up tomorrow with a nice hole on your forehead,” Switzerland grumbled huskily.
“S-Switzerland, my dearest friend!” Prussia said while absently trying to lower the shotgun, “Have you forgotten the Christmas Spirit? This is a night of peace and love, especially to your neighbors!”
Even Germany could be intimidated with a shotgun held by Switzerland, so he tried to placate the situation. “Forgive bruder’s rude behavior, we just came to give a Christmas greeting.”
Switzerland huffed, having just noticed Germany’s presence. “Fine. I’ll let you get inside just because I trust you’ll control your brother and…because it’s Christmas and Liech’s going to get mad with me otherwise. Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable.”
“Do you have food?” Italy smiled widely.
“If cheese’s alright for you…”
“I love it! ~,” and he ran inside, leaving behind both Germany and Prussia. The latter just rolled his eyes, while Germany couldn’t help but to give a slight smile.
Inside the house, the mood was rather festive, all the contrary of what they had expected from Switzerland’s house. Liechtenstein was chatting lively with Belgium, and Netherlands was preparing the table. How on Earth…
“…Liech insisted on spending Christmas with Belgium, they get along very well,” Switzerland commented, as if he had read Germany’s thoughts. “And she brought Netherlands with her. I would have left him out if you’d asked me, but Liech wouldn’t be happy with that…”
“I think you have quite a lovely celebration,” Germany said. “As I mentioned before, we just came to greet, and…”
“Attention, everyone!” Prussia was talking from the center of the living room. “It’s time to bring you some fun and music to your hearts! Italy, Germany, come here if you’d please…”
“Just what are you planning, Prussia?” Switzerland glared.
“Oh, just some Christmas Carols! Nothing serious. Now I’ll present my own rendition of Jingle Bells!”
The beginning of the song didn’t have any major changes, but…
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Liechtenstein, was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot;
He got into a Swiss bank and my ass was shot!
Netherlands was now laughing heartily, but Switzerland wasn’t. Shotgun in hand, he aimed at Prussia again. “Thank you for the lovely song. Now I suggest you get out of my house or else your ass is going to be shot for real!”
“Calm down, buddy! I’m going, I’m going. But I’m sure you’re going to miss me. I’ll be free tonight, and perhaps my ass won’t mind such lovely company,” Prussia smirked.
“Who…who said such thing?” Switzerland now blushed, looking away quite uncomfortably. “Now go away of my house or I…I…”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Save some energy for tonight, pal!” Prussia waved. Later, he would let out a breath of relief. His ass was safe…for now.
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Italy suggested visiting Austria. Prussia wasn’t quite convinced of this (especially because Hungary could be around), but then, who was he to reject a chance to tease good old Austria?
Surprisingly, there was nobody at Austria’s place. According to neighbors, Austria was going to spend Christmas not at a house, but at the Burgtheater.
“Snobbish aristocrat,” Prussia grumbled. “What’s the big idea, celebrating Christmas at a theatre? I knew the guy was boring, but this…!”
“Perhaps he’s planning to see a Christmas concert. I have to say, that’s quite an interesting way to spend Christmas Eve. Not like us, singing lame songs and being threatened with shotguns…” Germany stated bitterly. Apparently, he was still disgusted (and nervous) for being kicked out of Switzerland’s place in such an unorthodox way. This could severely affect his reputation.
“Why is it that I’m surrounded by such boring guys? Heh! Let’s go teach that stiff what a real Christmas is like!” Prussia smirked, much to Germany’s worry. Such a determined Prussia only meant problems.
However, Prussia’s plans to tease Austria wouldn’t end as he had expected. Because Austria wasn’t alone, but surrounded by several countries. Hungary went around carrying menacingly her frying pan, while Poland seemed busy trying to convince Lithuania to polish his nails. Estonia and Latvia were practicing how to sing, and Russia looked uncomfortable with Belarus clinging to his arm, being followed closely by a worried Ukraine. And in a corner, Turkey seemed to be preparing some costumes.
“Hey, mister Turkey!” Italy smiled dreamingly. “Isn’t Greece around here?”
Turkey gulped. He was, perhaps, the only one afraid of Italy, given how he had defeated Turkey in such an unceremonious way in the past when he was still but a child.
“T-That lazy guy isn’t around here, and I’m glad for that!” he spat. “It wouldn’t be a good Christmas if he were here. A-anyways, I have plenty of work to do!”
“I see…I think I may know where Greece is, then!” Italy beamed in a mysterious way. Neither Germany nor Turkey dared to ask him where Greece was.
Meanwhile, Prussia hadn’t given up yet. Teasing Austria was one of his favorite hobbies, and Christmas wouldn’t be the same without it.
“Merry Christmas, four-eyes” Prussia said, patting Austria’s back. “You really don’t know how to make a discreet celebration, huh? To make your dinner here?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Prussia,” Austria glared. “We’re preparing a Christmas concert. Everybody here is helping or participating. But of course, I don’t expect you to understand such a noble art of expression…”
“As nice as always, huh? I happen to understand a lot about songs. In fact, I’m here to dedicate a couple or two Christmas songs to all of you! See those two?” Prussia said, pointing to Italy and Germany. ”They’ll sing with me! Of course, I’m the main voice…”
“Funny, I thought you didn’t know of any form of music other than metal. That is, if your songs can be considered music at all…”
“Why you…”
“Is there any problem, dear Austria?” Hungary gave a warm smile, tapping the frying pan in the palm of her hand. The glare she was giving Prussia, however, was far from being warm.
“I can handle this, Hungary. Thanks a---“
“Heh! You’re really a mommy’s boy, Austria. To think you’d need a bodyguard!” Prussia laughed loudly.
“Can I knock him out?” Hungary spat, cracking her knuckles.
But Austria put a hand over her shoulder. “It’s not necessary. Your hands are far too beautiful to have them getting ruined because of this guy.”
“A-Austria…,” Hungary looked away, blushing. Prussia thought it was impressive: one moment, you’d have the sweetest girl, and the next moment, you could fear for your vital regions. Crazy indeed. Just as…
“I insist Christmas is a perfect day to get married, dear Russia.”
“S-Sure, Belarus, but we haven’t made any preparation, da?”
“There’s no need for that. Many countries are here, and I have this,” Belarus pulled out of the blue a bridal bouquet. “Now, let’s get married.”
“A-Ah…”
Prussia almost felt sympathy for the guy. And besides, the mushiness between Austria and Hungary was beginning to reach unbearable levels, so he had to act before Hungary remembered what she planned to do originally.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Prussia announced. “No Christmas would be complete without some Christmas Caroling. Now, shall we sing?”
And winking to Germany and Italy, he started singing Hark the Herald Angels Sing, being promptly followed by the rest of the nations. The trio took this chance to run away, noticing at a distance a scarfed figure running in the opposite direction. Hopefully, when the song came to the Come, Desire of nations come line, he would be far, safe and sound. For now.
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Prussia insisted on visiting Denmark, so their next stop would be the Nordic nations’ place. However, what they found was anything but a Christmas Eve celebration. The Nordic nations were all working intensely, dressed as elves and preparing a big sleigh.
“Every year’s the same thing!,” Denmark whined. “Why doesn’t Finland use some of his magic power to make this for himself?”
“I don’t think I need to remind you that Finland needs his magic to deliver gifts, not to pack them,” Norway pointed out. “And I suggest you to lower your voice, otherwise you’ll wake little Sealand.”
Denmark shut up, but Prussia didn’t; he was now laughing heartily at the elf outfits. After the Nordics glared Prussia, Germany nudged him for silence.
“You look so cute, everyone!” Italy beamed. “Are you working to help Santa? Where is he now? I forgot to give him my letter…”
“M’ w’fe’s ins’de ch’cking the gift l’st,” Sweden sharply replied.
“And good kids should be in their beds sleeping,” Iceland added. “What brings you out here, guys?”
“We came to bring a little bit of Christmas spirit, since it seems you really need it!” Prussia stated. “Now, what better way than to sing some Christmas Carols?”
Norway frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good ide—“
“Ve ~ That’s a lovely idea! Since Santa’s around here, let’s sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town!”
“Did someone mention Santa came?” a childish voice cried. “Where are my gifts?”
Sealand wore an astonished look when he saw his uncles and his dad being improvised ‘elves.’ Fortunately Finland wasn’t around, or else…
“Little Sealand, good kids should be sleeping! Or Santa won’t bring your gift!” Denmark stammered nervously.
“But he said,” – Sealand replied pointing at Italy – “that Santa was coming! And I want my gifts! And why are you dressed like that, Uncle Denmark?”
“Oooh, you don’t know why? That’s because I’m Santa’s number one help---“ he had to shut up after being kicked by Norway.
“Little Sealand,” Italy remarked. “Your uncle’s right, you should be sleeping! Remember the song: He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake…”
“Did you call me, guys?” Finland popped out, already fully dressed as Santa.
Everybody went pale, and Sealand’s eyes grew wide not believing what they were seeing.
“Uh… I think it’s time to go,” Prussia mumbled. “Take care, everyone! And Denmark, I hope to see you again soon! The gang will die to hear about your, um, new clothes!”
“Please read my letter, okay, Santa? Ciao!” And the trio ran away, as fast as they could.
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They felt relieved being far from Europe at last. Their next stop would be America’s place, since they suspected they would find England there, and maybe Canada. And Prussia wouldn’t miss the chance of teasing the stodgy British man, or to taste some good Maple syrup.
The fact that the guy seemed to have a house in every state was really a problem,. They looked in Virginia, Washington, even Texas, without success. That was when Italy suggested to look in New York, but mostly because he wanted to see 'the big Christmas tree'. After dismissing the idea initially, Prussia reconsidered it; given that America had a fair amount of similarities with Italy, it didn't seem illogical to imagine that he could have had the same childish and ridiculous idea.
This was really delaying his plans, and it was discouraging to think he would have to shorten his schedule if he had to keep looking for America. Luckily, after arriving to New York, Prussia was relieved to see lights on in America's apartment, so he promptly knocked on the door.
Naturally, Prussia wasn't expecting to see a bearded guy opening it.
"Oui?" France asked, before noticing who was at the door. His bored look turned into one of horror.
"YOU? HERE?!" Both he and Prussia yelled and looked at each other with the same shocked face.
"What's this, France?! Spending Christmas like a boring and domestic guy? What happened to you?!" he managed to ask before bursting out laughing.
"The same I could ask of you." France arched an eyebrow, glancing over at Italy and Germany. Italy was waving with a big smile, while Germany just gave a shy nod. France nodded as well, before looking back to Prussia. "Bringing the family to your little adventure?"
"W-Well..." Prussia stammered, looking uncomfortable. "At least my Christmas is still awesome! Not like you, spending Christmas like an old man!" he shot.
"My dear Canada was the one of the idea, he was really hoping for a 'familiar' Christmas...and of course, I couldn't refuse." France sighed, half smiling. "Naturally, that implies I'm stuck here with a pedantic Englishman and his annoying American lover," he groaned.
"I heard you, French tosser!" a thick British accent could be heard from behind the door. England approached and stuck his head out, giving a surprised look after seeing the trio. "Prussia? What a surprise. What brings you out here?"
"I'm here to bring some awesomeness to your Christmas, stodgy man! And, uh...," - he hesitated before being nudged by Italy - "yeah, peace and love and all of that. Now then, I take it you'll invite me to come in? Thank you so much!" And, without waiting for a reply, he made his way into America's apartment.
It was a weird gathering, for being a 'familiar' celebration. France and England were bickering the whole time, America was apparently having fun tracking Santa, and Canada did his best to prepare the dinner on his own. Italy then suggested to start the singing, and that managed to finally get them all together.
Later, Prussia would curse the fact of having allowed Italy to pick a Christmas song, since the chosen one, Hey Santa, put all of them into a lovey-dovey mood that wasn't in Prussia's plans.
"Hey, England!" America said after embracing England from behind. "Would you allow me to steal a kiss or two under the mistletoe from you, baby? And after that, I can give you a ride on my sleigh, you know..."
"Not in public, you...you dolt!" England struggled, with an evident blush on his face. "Besides, it's not like we have mistletoe around, isn't it?"
"Ah, that's not a problem, Angleterre! We, Amerique et moi, actually put mistletoe everywhere, see?"
"Ah! H-How did that mistletoe got above us?" Canada said blushing as well, already trapped in France's arms.
"No need to worry, mon amour! I'll make you forget very soon there's such thing hanging there...," France said leaning dangerously over Canada.
Prussia rolled his eyes. Too much mushiness for him. Not awesome at all, he thought.
"Ve ~ Now, would you like to sing I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa---"
"NO!," Prussia jumped. He had had enough of kissing songs, but he found himself in a loss after everybody was looking at him surprised. "Uh, I mean...I have a much better song, little Italy! Composed by me, I'm sure you'll love it!"
"Not this again...," Germany grumbled, covering his eyes.
"And now, I'm proud to present...England the Red-nosed Drunk Man!"
"WHAT?!," England yelled. Too late, Prussia had started to sing.
England, the red-nosed drunk man
had his face flushing pink.
And if you see his eyebrows,
you would even say he stinks!
"Enough singing! Good-bye, Merry Christmas, and get out!" England roared.
"Mais c’était magnifique!" France exclaimed.
"It was a good song!" America smiled widely. "And, what about the Christmas Spirit?!"
"One more word about that song, and you won't be allowed to get closer than a mile around me tonight, you twat!"
"But England!" America pouted. "I thought you were going to guide my sleigh tonight!
"And if you don't stop saying such embarrassing and lame jokes in public, I'll make sure your 'sleigh' never lands close to me anymore!" England spat.
"G-Guys! Stop fighting on Christmas! " Canada finally spoke, already getting tired with this.
Prussia decided it was time to go. As he left behind the fighting nations guided by France, the latter would mumble some words to his ear.
"I trust you won't tell anybody about this. You know how much this could affect my reputation..."
"And what if I let slip something?" Prussia gave a mischievous look, smirking.
"In that case, I'm afraid I'll feel the need of telling everyone about the scandalous party you and Denmark had some time ago! I'm sure Switzerland will be delighted to hear what really happened with the flowers in his garden..."
"H-How do you know about that...?" Prussia swallowed hard. He certainly didn't want Switzerland to know his flowers ended up being the only 'clothes' a drunk Prussia and Denmark wore after a crazy party night.
"Ah, never underestimate the knowledge of big brother France. Anyways, I won't say anything if you keep my secret as well! Is that deal alright, dear friend?" France grinned, placing his arm over Prussia's shoulders. Prussia just gave a sigh, knowing himself already defeated.
And so, Prussia, Italy and Germany left behind the United States, with the satisfaction of knowing they had brought peace and love to that house.
...or perhaps not.
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"So, what's next? The Asian guys?"
"I'd like to see Japan first...I haven't seen him in a while..." Italy pouted.
"That boring guy? Where's the fun in visiting him?!"
"Actually, I'd like to visit Japan as well...it's not that I miss him, I just want to give him a cordial greeting," Germany mumbled, slightly blushing.
"Alright, you win! Let's visit that old guy," Prussia muttered, not looking amused at all.
His face changed when they arrived to the Asian nation. There were lights everywhere, and lots of people on the streets looking for gifts, seeming happy. Pretty awesome, as he would say. Perhaps the guy wasn't as boring as he thought...
Japan's house was also very well ornate, with a lot of lights, some nice decorations, and a big Christmas tree. They took sometime observing the house, until the owner showed himself on the doorstep.
"Japan!," Italy exclaimed looking happy. And the three nations who once called themselves the Axis, met together in a group hug. A very endearing scene to anyone except Prussia, who had to look away in order to not to see that excess of cheesiness.
"I'm glad to see you on this day, my friends,” Japan smiled. "What brings you to this remote place?"
"Ve ~ We wanted to ---"
"We wanted to give you some caroling!" Prussia interrupted. "Although, it would be boring to sing just for a single person..."
Japan chuckled. "Who said I'm alone? See..."
And he pointed inside, where a drowsy Greece was coming out in that moment followed by several cats.
“Mmm… sorry, everyone. Did I miss something?
"I knew Greece would be here!" Italy smiled, moving closer to Greece in order to hug him.
"Well, now that we're all together, should we sing?" Japan said while nudging Greece to keep him awake.
"Ve ~ I want to suggest---"
"I'll suggest this time, little Italy! Thank you. Now, let's sing Silent Night!"
And they started singing. The song went smoothly, until the Sleep in heavenly peace line. A snort let them know Greece was already sleeping in heavenly peace, leaning against the door.
Prussia was chuckling, while Japan was giving a deadly glare. Nevertheless, Japan kept a calm face.
"That was...a lovely song. Now, if you excuse me, I'll take Greece-san inside the house; I just hope he'll wake up for dinner..."
"I guess we're going as well. My apologies, Japan; I'll make sure bruder won't attempt anything else."
"Hey, are you implying it was my fault? You offend me! Why would I----argh!!!"
"Arrivederci, Japan! Have a good time with Greece! And Buon Natale!"
And as Germany and Italy waved, they dragged Prussia with them despite his struggling.
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There was just one stop left, the Asian family. Normally, those guys were way too peaceful, but Prussia thought it would be nice to annoy old China. Or perhaps to provoke Korea, letting him create the ruckus. That was actually very easy to achieve, in fact.
“Our last stop. I sincerely hope you won’t ruin it, bruder. Or else, I’m afraid I won’t let you have dinner.”
Prussia scowled at Germany, obviously not pleased. “What are you talking about, West? It’s not my fault those guys got annoyed with my awesome songs!”
“Bruder, I’m warning you…”
“But…!”
“Aiyah, welcome to my home, dear friends!” China came to greet them. “What brings you to this distant place?”
“Of course, to bring an awesome Christm---“
“We just wanted to greet, that’s all,” Germany interrupted.
“Make yourself at home, everyone,” China gestured to make them get inside. “Come on, family! Let’s greet our guests!”
Hong Kong just nodded, while Taiwan gave a warm smile. As for Korea, he simply clapped the backs of the trio. Despite their differences, China’s family really made an effort to get along for at least one night, something that couldn’t be said about other families they had visited.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“Ve ~ let’s sing something!”
“Oh yes yes yes!” Prussia burst out, excited. “I’ve just got this awesome song composed by me and---“
Germany cleared his throat. Ignoring Prussia’s groan, he continued talking. “Italy, I think you should be the one to choose the song, since this is your idea,” he finished, glaring at Prussia.
Italy suggested We Wish You a Merry Christmas, and Germany couldn’t complain to that. It was such an innocent song! However, as they sang…
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
“Aiyah, I refuse to keep singing this song! We won’t celebrate our New Year until February, you know,” China said, followed by Taiwan and Hong Kong’s nods of approval.
“That’s right! New Year was invented in Korea, you know, and it was I who determined New Year should be celebrated in February!” Korea shouted out.
“Excuse me? It was you who copied my calendar, and not otherwise!”
“Who would believe you, old man? It’s obvious New Year was created by the most awesome country here, and that’s me!”
“If you allow me to point out something,” Prussia interrupted, pointing to both Hong Kong and Korea, “I thought you guys celebrated Western New Year! So you don’t have any right to complain!”
Both nations went pale, while China glared them intensely. “My own family…!” he whined.
“Let’s go home already, bruder,” Germany sighed. “No more songs for today.”
As the trio went out, they could swear they heard something that resembled China’s battle yell, Korea’s whining, and fireworks explosions.
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Back home, a tired Italy threw himself on the couch to take a nap, while Germany started preparing the dinner. Prussia tried to sneak away, but Germany put him to work. Take it as a punishment for the mischief you caused today, he had said.
The dinner went great, with a nice looking Schweinebraten and a sweet Baumkuchen as a dessert. Prussia felt weirdly happy, after such a wonderful meal and the wonderful adventure they had had before. Not that he would ever admit it, but he secretly felt grateful for the family he had. And this had been a nice way to finish the day; however, for some reason, Germany absolutely rejected the idea of some caroling after finishing the meal.
The day was finally over. Germany and Italy went to sleep (or, perhaps, not yet) and Prussia would prepare himself for one last adventure. And...
...and so, Christmas Eve brought peace and happiness to the world. The families were gathered and the children smiled. And as night fell over Europe, it brought a peaceful slumber and the hope of a better tomorrow. Yes, everything was peace...
"I'm home, my little Alpine flower! Ready to have a totally awesome nigh---"
...except on some place near the Alps.
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Notes:
- Burgtheater, placed in Vienna, is the Austrian National Theatre and one of the most important German language theatres in the world.
- Korean New Year. Korean Calendar is based on the Chinese one, that's why Korean New Year is on the same day as Chinese New Year. Both calendars are lunar-based.
- Korea and Hong Kong celebrate both the Western New Year and the Lunar New Year.
- Schweinebraten, also known as Bavarian Pork Roast, is a pork-based dish ofter served with cabbage or sauerkraut.
- Baumkuchen, also known as Tree Cake or The King of Cakes, is a layered cake usually coated with marmalade and chocolate.
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