hetalia : country x reader

Christmas - America

"(Name)!" You heard America yelled your name. He went inside your house (without knocking) and shook your shoulders like a mad gorilla.

" Mr. America? " You looked at him. He was wearing a Santa costume. The way he's wearing that costume makes it obvious he's inviting everyone to his Christmas party.

" Huh? Oh , just call me America! " he smiled. "Cause Mr. sounds kinda- no, super boring, you know, like England. And guess what?! Christmas is coming! There'll be snow and , and , and , and I wanna invite ya to my Christmas party! It'll be so much fun and everyone will be there! And even Japan this time! And you'll come , right dude? It'll be boring if you won't come 'cause without (name) it will be totally not cool at all and- "

You cut him off before he go all crazy happy. "Hold on , America! I'll come. I mean , who wouldn't go to-"

"Hobos..." he cut you off back. You sighed and nodded. "Yeah , of course but I'll really-"

"No, you don't understand. They really won't come,"

"America," you sighed, face-palming.

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You were getting ready for the party. You wore a red long-sleeved dress that reached to your knees and a Christmas hat. You didn't wear any make-up. Well maybe you did.

Maybe.

You look into a mirror and sighed happily. Even though America had been inviting you to many of his parties you still felt like it will be the first time attending to his cool party.

You stepped outside your house and wore your red boots. It was now snowing and you felt nervous. His house was not far since you also live in his country. You began to walk while looking at the streets which were very bright with lights. Kids were playing with each other and families were happily walking together.

You finally reached America's house and knocked on the door. You heard someone yelling a 'Hold on a second!' and soon the door opened. America was wearing the Santa costume again but this time without his fake Santa moustache and beard.

" France stole my awesome moustache and beard. " America grunted , making you giggled.

"You still look cool though, " you complimented America , making him smiled.

"Thanks , man! Come in , it must be really cold out there! " he pulled your arm and guide you inside. His house was full of countries and humans. You saw the BTT , dressed like elves but France got America's fake moustache and beard on his face.

Belgium and Netherlands are chatting with a grumpy Romano. Romano was wearing his funny-looking deer costume again just like last year. You heard that Spain bought that for him to wear it every year.

Italy and Germany are talking to Hungary and Austria. Hungary looked as beautiful as always. She's wearing a red dress that look almost similar to yours only it reached to her feet.

The Nordics are also here , and the Baltics , Poland , Canada , Russia , China , England , Switzerland and his sister , Liechtenstein , Japan , Greece , Turkey , Sealand , Hong Kong , Korea , Taiwan , Macau , Vietnam , Australia , Belarus (currently stalking Russia) , Ukraine...

Everyone.

" Did you invite the whole world? " you raised an eyebrow. America chuckled and shrugged. "Maybe?"

America's house is also bright. Almost bright like the sun. He decorated it with balloons , red , green and white ribbons and lights. It was beautiful.

You talked with the others with America and had lots of fun. You felt really happy. Italy even taught you how to make a white flag , making Germany face-palmed and told you never to make one.

Ever.

But you didn't listen to him.

England tried to make you eat his scones which made America smacked it away , yelling 'I'm a hero and I'll save (name) from evil!'. England got mad and attacked America and both of them wrestled on the ground , fighting like five year olds, making everyone laughed their eyeballs out.

Afterwards , America, along with you are at the balcony , drinking hot chocolate , watching the bright city glistening.

"So , (name)," America broke the silence. You looked at him with a 'hm' and waited for him to say something.

"Which one is the best Christmas party? Last year or this year?" he smiled widely , making you smiled too.

"Well," you pondered for a second. "I think...every party you invited me to is the most amazing party ever. They are awesome! " You finished your hot chocolate and put it on the table behind you. America did too.

"You know , I can make this the most coolest party than all the parties you attended to!" America raised his hands , his smile getting wider.

"How will you do that?" you raised an eyebrow at him. America put his hands on your shoulders.

"By doing this!" Without hesitation , he smashed his lips onto yours , making your eyes go wide and feel crazy. Like England's fairies flying around you.

Yea , that crazy.

I don't know.

He pulled away and looked at you , his hands now cupping your cheeks. You think your face might be as red as Spain's tomatoes.

"(name), You can say I'm crazy , but I think I'm in love with you!" he confessed. Then , fireworks were exploding in the dark sky , making the city as bright as can ever be.

" And, I got Tony to plan the fireworks!" America added , winking. You just stood there shocked. It was true. Alfred Freedom Jones , just made this year Christmas party , better than last year.

"Well? Whaddaya think? " America waited for your response. All you did was giving him a death hug (although it feels like a three year old kid hugging a 19 year old guy to America).

"I love you too , you silly Santa Man!" you laughed. America hugged you back , trying really hard not to suffocate you with his strength. This was seriously the best party you ever attend to.

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-Edited- 19/07/15