"Who's going to go next?" America asked, holding the hat out to everyone. "What, have you all gone already?"

"Well, not me. But I have no intention of going." you said, studying your nails.

"Come on, _! For Christmas!"

"No."

"Well, I guess we'll have to move on to something else…"

The doorbell rang several times before you heard the voice of one particular German shoot through the door like a razor.

"Are you going to let the awesome me freeze out in the cold?"

"Prussia?" everyone exclaimed, confused and (ok, maybe just you,) a little bit excited. America opened the door and allowed the snow-covered albino to enter.

"Yo, Prussia what's up?"

"Well I stopped at the liquor store on the way here-"

"That sketchy one on the corner?"

"YEP! And I picked up some cheap beer! Merry freakin' Christmas!" he exclaimed, tossing a bag America's way. "Now, watta we doing?"

"We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven." France said with a smirk on his face.

"My favorite! Keseseseses, does the awesome get to play?"

"Sure, if you want too."

"AWESOME! Keseseseseses, I choose…"

"Um, Gil, you don't get to choose…" Britain said from his chair.

"IN MY BOOK I DO!"

"And what kind of book would that be?"

"The book of awesome, that's what! Anyway, I choose you!" he said, pointing at you. "Keseseses, you are one lucky lady!"

"Uh, no." you said, turning your head away to hide the blush on your cheeks.

He pouted. "Come on! Pleeeeease? I won't even try to take your shirt off!"

"PRUSSIA!"

"Ok, ok, geez, what did I do?"

"_, you have to go, it's the rules dude!" America said.

You sighed. "…Fine…"

"AWESOME! Come on, keseseseses!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the closet , somehow managing to knock you over on top of him in the corner.

"Hello." he said, looking at you suggestively.

You made a face and waved your hand in front of his mouth. "Ew, your breath smells like beer."

He shrugged. "It's just a German thing. Now why don't you stop talking and start Frenching?"

"NO."

He rolled his eyes. "You know you want to."

You blushed darker and silently thanked America for not installing a light in his closet. "…So…"

"So we've only got…"He checked his watch. "Five minutes left! Do something!"

"For the last time, no!"

"Fine!" He grabbed your shirt, pulling your lips into his. He smelled and tasted like cigarettes and beer, but after a few seconds you didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to casually slide his hands down to your thighs.

When France opened the door, you two came tumbling out (so much for leaning against the door) and, before anyone could even say anything, Prussia threw you over his shoulder and carted you down the hall to America's bedroom.

In your opinion, it was the best Christmas ever.

Did you all enjoy? ;) I made this chapter as an extra present for my friend Rizu. Merry Christmas Rizu, and yes, I did rip off your Scotland story a little bit towards the end there...that's just what happens when you're a genius.

Anyway, these are some facts I thought you'd find interesting: Not including the prolouge, the entire story is 4,699 words long! The shortest chapter is my Canada chapter with 281 words, and the longest is, of course, my Prussia chapter with 618 words! Anyway, sorry, I'm a geek, I just wanted to share those with you. Happy Holidays to all my fans, and leave a comment about what your favorite chapter was or, if I add another chapter in the future for a special occasion, who it should be! We're not done just yet! ;)