Bang! Bang! Bang!
"____!!! Open up, ve~!! Please!!!" a panicky voice spoke from the other side of your main door, making you jump in shock. You immediately recognized who the person was, getting up from the couch to open the door. Instead of a normal 'hello', you were greeted by a huge bear hug.
"____! I was-a so scared! England was chasing me so I ran and ran and ended up here! And it's-a cold outside!" Italy, your one and only friend, cried as he nuzzled his face into your chest. You rolled your eyes and sighed, patting his hair in attempts of calming him down. Why did you have such a weird friend?
How your friendship began was strange indeed, especially since you were currently isolating your country. It started out as a normal day for you- that is until you realized a figure sleeping in your lawn. You cautiously approached the person with a pistol in your handgun holster, and judging by his appearance, he was not from your country. He looked rather familiar though... perhaps you saw him when you once attended the world conference. You wondered why he was here, since the only times other nations visited you was to try harassing you into trade. His goofy looking face and the fact that he was partially nude made you annoyed. How dare he act so relaxed in a stranger's territory??
You poked his shoulder, but the continued soft 've's escaping his lips told you he was still sleeping. You poked him a few more times; nothing happened. You squatted down beside him, carefully observing him. He seemed harmless, and since he had his clothes in a bundle near him, you could clearly tell that he was unarmed. This young-looking man had a rather cute face, but you quickly dismissed that thought. Even if he was not dangerous, you still wanted to know why he was in your country, and more specifically, your garden. You noticed an unusual curl sticking out from the left side of his head, and without thinking, you tugged on it.
"VE!!" he yelped, his eyes opening to reveal intriguing amber irises. His entire body was tense until he turned his head to face you. You blinked at him, watching curiously as his expression changed from fear to dreaminess within a second. He had a slight shade of pink on his cheeks as he leaned close, admiring your features, "Wow! Such a pretty lady, and-a pretty ladies are nice! I-a thought someone was going to beat-a me up, ve~!"
You were about to chide him for judging a book by its appearance, specifically since you had a gun with you; but the fact that he called you pretty distracted you from doing so. Nobody has called you 'pretty' before, and to hear that made you melt slightly, and from then on, the two of you became friends.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a soft pair of lips delicately peck on your cheek. Italy always did that whenever he came over, and even though he said it was a greeting tradition, you couldn't help but blush every time he kissed you. You pried his arms away to look out of the window; the English man was nowhere in sight.
"Okay, Italy. He's gone," you called out, but said nation had his attention towards the beautiful Christmas decorations in your house. You smiled at his awed expression, walking to his side.
"Bella!(1) I didn't know you were a festive person! Who do you celebrate Christmas with?" he asked cheerfully, inhaling deeply to get the lovely scent of pine from your Christmas tree. You replied that you never had anyone to celebrate it, absentmindedly playing with the tree’s ornaments. Your answer made Italy's mood sadden, he could tell from your expression that you longed for company.
An idea popped up in his mind, lifting up his spirits once more, "I know! You could-a come with-a me and celebrate it at-a Germany's house, ve~ He's-a having a party with Prussia, Hungary, Austria and Japan, and they're all very nice once you get to know them! Christmas is in a couple of-a days, so if we-a tell him now, he can make space for-a you! Ve~ It'll be-a great if we all become-a friends-"
The pasta-lover continued to ramble on, despite your protests. Realizing that you weren't being heard, you pinched his cheek hard, making him squeak and focus on you. You let go of the flesh, saying in a gentle tone, "Thanks for the invitation, but... I don't think I'm prepared to leave (your country) yet... Maybe next time, okay?"
"Ve~" was all he could say, evident that he was disappointed with your decision. He didn't want you to celebrate by yourself! Then, he bounced back to happiness as yet another idea struck his head, "I know! What if I spent Christmas here with you?"
"Ehh?" you said in shock, feeling more blood rush to your cheeks. You've never spent Christmas with anyone, and you felt the pressure of not being entertaining enough. Then again, the prospect of having you, as (insert human name), to be able to actually have fun and do all those typical Christmas activities with someone piqued your interest. A bonus to this deal was that that 'someone' was the lovable Italy, which made you thrilled and quite tingly inside.
You bit your lip, looking up at him shyly before saying, "You wouldn't mind celebrating with me instead of your other friends?"
"Not at all! Besides, it's every Italian guy's dream to be alone with a beautiful girl on this special occasion, ve~" he exclaimed, grabbing both of your hands while gazing intently at you. You couldn't help but muse over how adorable he was.
You gave the snowman a few more pats before taking a step back with Italy, admiring your work. The two of you had just built two snowmen (or a snowman and snowwoman), and with Italy's artistic flair, he managed to add a creative touch by making them have your chibi faces. You squealed over how unique they were, giggling at the flimsy twig he used to represent his curl. Italy smiled from ear to ear at how enthusiastic you were being; your laughter was music to his ears.
"Bella, what do you-a want to do next?" he asked. You pondered for a while before admitting, "Well, I've always wanted to try sledding."
"Ve~ You've-a never gone sledding before?? We must-a do that then!" Italy said, moving his hands about wildly. His animated behaviour was really interesting to you, but you mentioned nothing to him, heading off to get the sled you once bought for no particular reason a few years ago.
As you departed, Italy let himself fall backwards into the snow, spreading his legs and arms on the cold ice to create a snow angel. A vivid image of your dazzling smile flashed in his mind, making him sigh contently as he thought, '____'s everything is enough to keep me warm in the cold, ve~'
"I think it's big enough for the two of us," you said, observing the sled while mentally making measurements.
"It's a bit-a small," the Italian commented while gesturing you to sit down, and once you've done so, he settled himself on the spot right behind you before continuing, "So I should-a hold you tighter!"
You chuckled at his flirtatious nature, feeling your heart beat a little faster when he wrapped his arms snugly around your waist. You diverted your attention away to the slope, gulping when you really took notice on how steep it was. You began to feel nervous, regretting your suggestion to sled; but before you could stop him, Italy had already pushed forward, causing the both of you to descend down.
You sledded all the way down, eventually crashing into a huge pile of snow. You erupted into giggles, thinking to yourself how that was surprisingly really fun, with the wind brushing against your cheeks, the adrenaline rushing and whatnot. You turned to see Italy look up from the face-plant he did onto the ground.
"____, did you-a have fun?" he asked. You nodded enthusiastically and began to describe your favourite part about sledding. When you were done, his voice was softer when he said, "Ve~ I'm-a glad!"
It was only then did you realize how close your faces were. He also seemed to notice as he inched closer and closer, and just as he thought he was going to get a kiss, he received a snowball to his face instead.
"Snowball fight~" you sang cheekily, winking at him before dashing off to an open space with another snowball in hand. Italy laughed, gathering some snow in his hands as he ran towards you.
Two days had passed since Italy's arrival, and the two of you had done so much together. During one of the days, the energetic man insisted on going to the mall, claiming that he had to buy Christmas presents.
"Ve~ I just-a remembered that Germany did not like-a the red boxers I gave him ten years ago! I don't-a think he'll like them now-a either," he explained as you dreadfully drove to the nearest shopping centre. As predicted, it was beyond crowded. You even lost Italy for a while- until you heard his crying a distance away.
Other than him occasionally annoying you with his sloppiness, you were really enjoying your time with him. Before his stay, you weren't extremely close, and he would only pop by occasionally. Now that you had the opportunity to really get to know and understand this big-hearted guy, and the more that you learnt, the more you felt attracted to him. It was as if he was no longer the child/flirt you had fun around; you realized that he was so much more than that.
Since your house was rather small, you instructed Italy to sleep on the couch. Yet, he managed to creep into your bed in the middle of the night, hugging you close as he dozed off to dreamland. This initially embarrassed you, but attempts to wake him up or push him away remained futile. So instead, you snuggled into his warmth, embracing the comforting aura he provided.
It was finally Christmas, and Italy had prepared delicious pasta in broda with cavallucci and pandoro for dessert. After you were done with your wonderful meal, you sat by the warm and soothing fire together, each with a cup of hot cocoa. Italy began telling you about each of his friends, about their personalities and how they get along. You smiled, admiring how the glow of the fire enhanced his handsome features. Resting your head on his shoulder, you mentioned how nice they sounded. He blushed at your action, letting his fingers entwine with yours.
"Sė(2)! When you're-a ready, I'll bring you to-a meet all of them," he chirped.
"Well, why not now?"
Italy looked at you with a bewildered expression. You let out a melodious laughter, poking his nose delicately as you went on, "It's still Christmas and we're countries; I think we can reach Germany in time!"
That was all it took to send Italy bounding to the front door, pulling you along with him as he made noises of glee. However, just as he was about to turn the doorknob, he remembered that he left the presents in the living room. When he came back, he took out something from the bag, holding a tiny wrapped box in front of your face while saying that it was for you. You gasped, gingerly taking it from his hands. That was the first present you had ever received, and you were touched that he actually bothered to get you something. You apologized for not having a present for him, but he shook his head, claiming that it didn’t matter.
"Ve~ Open it! Open it! It's-a custom made from the mall we-a went to! I got it-a made when we were separated," he pestered eagerly.
You did as told, tearing the paper and opening the box to pull out a bracelet. Italy explained to you how each charm represented an activity you did together, making you beam over how much thought he put into your present. However, a charm of a mistletoe puzzled you, and just as you were about to point it out to Italy, he shouted and held something above you two, "Mistletoe~!!!"
Before you could look up and respond, his lips came flying towards yours, capturing them into a passionate kiss. You squeaked in surprise, but gradually caved in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back, your heart making tiny flips in your ribcage. When he pulled away, Italy rested his forehead against yours, opening his eyes to gaze into your (insert colour) ones. He asked for reassurance, "Amore mio(3), are you-a sure you're ready?"
You grinned, taking note of how sweetly red his cheeks were. You held him closer as you confessed, "Ironically because of you, I'm braver now... I'm ready to get out of my comfort zone."
He closed his eyes and gave you his usual carefree expression, letting out a soft 've~' to show his approval before kissing you once more.
When the kiss ended, you glanced towards the plant he was holding above, seeing spiky leaves and red berries.
"Hmm?" he asked while his free hand played with your (insert colour) hair.
"That's a holly."
"Uwahhhh! I'm so-a sorry! That was the-a closest thing I could-a find to a mistletoe! The other-a option was a pinecone but that was-"
He stopped his frantic cry when he heard you laughing. You wiped your tears, kissing him tenderly before grabbing his hand.
"C'mon, Feli! We haven't got much time left!" you said playfully as the two of you made your way to Germany to spend the rest of Christmas with more company.