You were in the midst of putting some Christmas presents underneath the huge tree at America’s party when an annoyingly loud voice yelled at you. The Prussian’s shout made you jump, also making you drop the present in your hands to the floor.
“Hey! Heads up!” You sighed, knowing that if you didn’t turn around quickly you’d probably be pelted with a ball of some sort or even water balloons. What you certainly didn’t expect was the Prussia smashing his lips against yours with fervour as France held a plant above your heads.
Chuckling Spain snapped a picture of your shocked expression. Prussia grinned self-satisfied with being able to kiss you, pulling back from your lips. It was at that point that you realised that the leaves being held aloft graciously by the Frenchman weren’t those of mistletoe.
“You bastards! This is holly!” You cried, chasing the three around the room. “It’s close enough!” They answered in union, giving each other high-fives.