Christmas Present Stories
Demark x Prussia
L R“You got the rules now.” Smirked Prussia at the Nordic man across the table. Demark’s familiar smirk spread across his face answering back.
“I got them. The first person who k.o.’s into their drink loses and has to eat the other’s ‘Festive’ dessert.”
“Alright! Czechers bring out those drinks!” Czech Republic gave the Prussian a sour look before bringing out the drinks to them.
The two have at it as Norway and Germany look on while munching on the sweets they were forced to bring with them.
“I don’t see how either of these are the worst Christmas dessert,” mumbled Norway as he chewed on the sweet fruitcake.
Germany nodded in agreement as he reached for another Danish butter cookie. “Yeah, have you ever had England’s Mincemeat pie?”
Denmark chimed in “Yeah, and never again.”
Prussia laughed as he poured another round of drinks, “Did he finish up with the blood pudding?”
Denmark groaned as he downed the next round. “Ugh, I’m still trying to forget the taste.”
“Oi! I heard that!”
England was up and around the bar slamming down the bottle of rum in front of the two men. “I want in,” he growled.
Denmark and Prussia turned to each other and with one look were in agreement.
“I’m out.”
“Yeah me too.” He grabbed the tin from Norway and grabbing two cookies, stuffed one in his mouth and handed the other to Prussia. “Want a cookie?”
“Sure do, I love your cookies.”
“Then share some fruitcake.”
Prussia smiled as he roped an arm around the other man as they walked out together with a tin of national sweets in each hand.
Prussia x England
M VEngland kept glancing at the phone pleading it to respond. It came alive and England dived for it.
‘No. You turned him into that and I definitely don’t want him at my house if he’s reverted back to THAT age.’ The text read.
Typing back as quick as he could he reply.
‘But he is your brother...’ A crash sounded out from another room in the house as another answering text came.
‘It’s your problem and you get to fix it.’ A wailing cry and another crash came again as England dropped his phone in defeat.
‘Why don’t I give up that evil liquid?’ He thought as his head pounded from a hang-over and the new trouble.
Prussia X Austria
K S“Come on. You were under the mistletoe. You have to kiss whoever is under it with you.” Prussia tugged at the Austrian.
The tall Austrian glanced down and away.
“Aw, don’t be shy. I’ll make it easy on you. Just plant a quick one right here.” He closed his eyes and pointed at the cheek turned toward Roderich.
“Oookay,” he whispered quietly near his ear. “Here it comes.”
“Oh Roddy, you bad boy.” He turned to embrace the other man and felt fluffy fur.
Gilbert opened his eyes in surprise.
“I think he likes you,” muttered Roderich as he handed him Pochi who gave him an enthusiastic lick on his nose.
China X England
S S**
It was a quiet afternoon at China’s house and England was visiting. Quiet because the two old empires were simply enjoying an afternoon of tea and book reading in China’s garden.
England pulled off his reading glasses and pointing at the little book in his hand he commented, “I agree with you, he was the quintessential poet of his era.”
China nodded pleased. He took off his glasses as well and set them down. “However, he pales in....”
He paused as Hong Kong wandered him, “Hey Pops, Ex-pops, can I borrow this?” He pointed to England’s glasses.
“Manners,” China warned.
“Please?”
China nodded pleased and England shrugged and handed him the glasses. “Sure.”
“Cool, thanks.” With two deft movements he had popped the lenses out and handed them back to England as he put the empty frames on. As he walked by China he grabbed his glasses off the table as well. “Hm, these will look great with the other outfit. Thanks Pops!”
China and England stared agape at the young man’s retreating back holding the matching pairs of cut glass in their hands.
Suddenly England turned back glaring at China and pointed in the direction of Hong Kong as he shouted accusingly, “What did you do to him?!”
“Me?!” huffed China, “I should have included a ‘you break it, you buy it’ clause.”
**In Asia, especially in Hong Kong, there’s a fad to wear lens-less frames as a fashion statement.
L R“You got the rules now.” Smirked Prussia at the Nordic man across the table. Demark’s familiar smirk spread across his face answering back.
“I got them. The first person who k.o.’s into their drink loses and has to eat the other’s ‘Festive’ dessert.”
“Alright! Czechers bring out those drinks!” Czech Republic gave the Prussian a sour look before bringing out the drinks to them.
The two have at it as Norway and Germany look on while munching on the sweets they were forced to bring with them.
“I don’t see how either of these are the worst Christmas dessert,” mumbled Norway as he chewed on the sweet fruitcake.
Germany nodded in agreement as he reached for another Danish butter cookie. “Yeah, have you ever had England’s Mincemeat pie?”
Denmark chimed in “Yeah, and never again.”
Prussia laughed as he poured another round of drinks, “Did he finish up with the blood pudding?”
Denmark groaned as he downed the next round. “Ugh, I’m still trying to forget the taste.”
“Oi! I heard that!”
England was up and around the bar slamming down the bottle of rum in front of the two men. “I want in,” he growled.
Denmark and Prussia turned to each other and with one look were in agreement.
“I’m out.”
“Yeah me too.” He grabbed the tin from Norway and grabbing two cookies, stuffed one in his mouth and handed the other to Prussia. “Want a cookie?”
“Sure do, I love your cookies.”
“Then share some fruitcake.”
Prussia smiled as he roped an arm around the other man as they walked out together with a tin of national sweets in each hand.
Prussia x England
M VEngland kept glancing at the phone pleading it to respond. It came alive and England dived for it.
‘No. You turned him into that and I definitely don’t want him at my house if he’s reverted back to THAT age.’ The text read.
Typing back as quick as he could he reply.
‘But he is your brother...’ A crash sounded out from another room in the house as another answering text came.
‘It’s your problem and you get to fix it.’ A wailing cry and another crash came again as England dropped his phone in defeat.
‘Why don’t I give up that evil liquid?’ He thought as his head pounded from a hang-over and the new trouble.
Prussia X Austria
K S“Come on. You were under the mistletoe. You have to kiss whoever is under it with you.” Prussia tugged at the Austrian.
The tall Austrian glanced down and away.
“Aw, don’t be shy. I’ll make it easy on you. Just plant a quick one right here.” He closed his eyes and pointed at the cheek turned toward Roderich.
“Oookay,” he whispered quietly near his ear. “Here it comes.”
“Oh Roddy, you bad boy.” He turned to embrace the other man and felt fluffy fur.
Gilbert opened his eyes in surprise.
“I think he likes you,” muttered Roderich as he handed him Pochi who gave him an enthusiastic lick on his nose.
China X England
S S**
It was a quiet afternoon at China’s house and England was visiting. Quiet because the two old empires were simply enjoying an afternoon of tea and book reading in China’s garden.
England pulled off his reading glasses and pointing at the little book in his hand he commented, “I agree with you, he was the quintessential poet of his era.”
China nodded pleased. He took off his glasses as well and set them down. “However, he pales in....”
He paused as Hong Kong wandered him, “Hey Pops, Ex-pops, can I borrow this?” He pointed to England’s glasses.
“Manners,” China warned.
“Please?”
China nodded pleased and England shrugged and handed him the glasses. “Sure.”
“Cool, thanks.” With two deft movements he had popped the lenses out and handed them back to England as he put the empty frames on. As he walked by China he grabbed his glasses off the table as well. “Hm, these will look great with the other outfit. Thanks Pops!”
China and England stared agape at the young man’s retreating back holding the matching pairs of cut glass in their hands.
Suddenly England turned back glaring at China and pointed in the direction of Hong Kong as he shouted accusingly, “What did you do to him?!”
“Me?!” huffed China, “I should have included a ‘you break it, you buy it’ clause.”
**In Asia, especially in Hong Kong, there’s a fad to wear lens-less frames as a fashion statement.