Under the mistletoe {Italy}

Italy!

Italy had been with Germany at the party, clinging to him, asking for some pasta when (Name) had come up to them. He had stopped clinging to Germany and started flirting with (Name).

It was just in his nature.

But then Germany had smacked him upside the head, yelling at him not to bother people! Italy didn’t think that he had been bothering (Name), it looked like she had been slightly enjoying it.

Sometimes, Germany could be a big, fat, meanie pants.

Italy walked around the room, looking for (Name) in order to interact with her more since their time had been cut short from before.

He went over to his big brother Romano and big brother Spain, the former was glaring at the latter. Italy, not reading the atmosphere, popped up and asked them if they knew where (Name) went.

Romano turned to him and said “I don’t know, jerk!” and turned back to Spain with an even greater glare on his face.

Italy frowned; he really didn’t understand why everyone was being so mean at the party today.

He went off again in search of (Name), she always knew just how to cheer him up.

His frown lit up into a big smile when he spotted her, he raced toward her, stopping when he was right in front of her.

His excitement sky rocketed when he saw the small green leaf that was hanging above their heads.

“Mistletoe! Mistletoe! Mistletoe!” Italy shouted, hyper as hell.

You opened your eyes to see Italy jumping up and down next to you, excitedly waving his hands around at something.

You wondered what he was going on about. He seemed to be shouting the same word over and over again.

Looking at what he was pointing at, you saw the small green leaf of mistletoe. But before it could fully register in your mind what you were looking at, Italy tackled you into the door.

“Kiss me! Kiss me!” He said, leaning forward, aiming for your lips.

“W-What are you doing?!” You yelled, a little flustered at Italy’s actions.

Italy’s facial expression went from being totally happy to looking like a puppy that had just been kicked.

“B-But you’re supposed to kiss the other person when you’re under the mistletoe together…” Italy said a little sad, also a little bit confused as to why you had reacted to him trying to kiss you in such a way.

The light bulb finally went off in your head. Honestly, sometimes you were more clueless than Italy.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Italy! I didn’t see the mistletoe!” You said, trying to cheer up the sad Italian.

You always hated seeing him sad.

Italy burst out into a wide smile. He moved closer to you and said “Kiss me. Kiss me.” In that cute little voice of his.

You smiled and leaned forward, meeting Italy’s lips in the middle.

Let’s just say, Italy wasn’t sad for the rest of the party.

That’s one way to cheer a guy up.