𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

Merry Christmas

WARNING: *sings* mature again~

It was the 23rd of December, 1913.

The servants and I had decorated the house from head to toe with ornaments, candles, garlents and bells, and successfully made the estate look like Santa's American headquarters.

People even walked past the house with their families just to admire it, and seeing children marvel at the snowmen the servants and I had created, made me feel all warm and fuzzy in my chest.

The day was filled with drinking hot chocolate, eating gingerbread, and decorating every other surface I could find with glitters. We were all filling up time until Christmas Eve arrived, and I couldn't wait until the servants would open up the expensive presents I'd bought for them.

For now, I was finishing up on the gigantic Christmas tree I'd set up in the entrance hall of the house with Taehyung. We had golden glass Christmas baubles, and of course a golden Christmas peak, which matched all the other golden decorations in the house.

"I wonder what the people from your country would say if they saw you right now," I said, hanging another bauble in the tree. "A Croat spending Christmas with an Italian while our countries are destroying one another at the frontlines as we speak."

"You are not your country," Taehyung said, seeming extremely focused on not dropping any of the Christmas decorations. "And I am not either."

"So you stand with Germany?" I asked, trying to seem like a centrist when it was extremely obvious that I was not.

"I don't like politics," Taehyung mumbled, but when he looked up at me and caught sight of how desperately I wished to discuss the current affairs of the world, he decided to amuse me. "But I don't see anything wrong with being loyal."

I perked my eyebrows, ready to spill my thoughts without so much as a single filter. "So you welcome militarism? You think every country in the world should be a terrible, brutish beast ready to strike down it's enemies at all times? That every young man should be in uniform and willing to die for their country on the battlefield? What a horrible, horrible idea."

"You pay too much attention to those propaganda posters. It's not like the Germans killed the tsar. They are only supporting their ally. I can respect that. I do not think they would have started this war if it wasn't for Serbia."

"Don't ever go outside spouting that nonsense. You'll get yourself in some serious trouble."

"Most likely," Taehyung chuckled, strolling over to me as I grabbed another bauble. "Softhearted men like me don't seem to be appreciated all too much."

"Well, that's because they tend to die," I laughed, shaking my head at the butler. "But don't you worry, Germany..." I purred. "I appreciate them."

Taehyung smiled and grabbed my chin, pulling me in for a soft kiss on the lips. "Then all is good in the world for me, Italy."

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I'd gotten Namjoon a new set of cards and a new pair of glasses.

I'd gotten Jin a new pair of shoes made from the finest Italian leather.

I'd gotten Hoseok some foreign spices that hadn't been easy to find at all.

I'd gotten Yoongi a new bed.

And Taehyung, well, for him I'd gone all out, but obviously I couldn't let the other servants know that. I only gave him one of the following gifts in public not to raise any suspicions, but I felt sure he'd like each one I'd prepared.