Center of Italian Love [Italy X Reader X Romano]

White Christmas

It was December 18 and (d/n) had just turned three years old yesterday. Both (s/n) and (d/n) were on Christmas Break from school and they were loving it. They didn't have to go back to school until January 7. Since it was only seven days until Christmas Day, your family of five spent the day Christmas shopping for each other. Over the next six days, you, Romano, and Italy took turns helping your kids wrap and label the Christmas presents. There were a lot of presents to go through. It was Christmas Eve Day and everyone was excited for Christmas, especially (s/n).

"I can't wait for Christmas tomorrow!" (s/n) exclaimed at breakfast time.

"Are you excited that you'll finally be able to open your gifts?" You asked (s/n) who looked at you and grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, yeah, but what I'm most excited about is you guys opening presents I got for you." (s/n) said happily.

"I just want to find out what I got for Christmas already. I'm tired of waiting." (d/n) said with a little pout, crossing her arms. You, Italy, Romano, and (s/n) all chuckled. Her impatience was adorably cute.

~Time Skip to 5:00 AM on December 25~

Everyone was asleep except for your son and daughter. (s/n) got out of bed and tiptoed to his little sister's room to see if she was awake. He cracked her door open and stuck his head in before quietly sneaking up to her bed.

"Psst, hey (d/n). Are you awake?" (s/n) whispered.

"Yeah I am. You can't sleep either, huh?" (d/n) asked her big brother who shook his head no. Suddenly (s/n) got an idea.

"Let's go see if Santa came to visit." (s/n) said excitedly. (d/n) smiled and nodded her head in agreement and got out of her bed to follow her brother downstairs. They went to the living room to see if Santa had brought any more presents or eaten the cookies and milk they left out yet. The milk and cookies were still on the beach themed coffee table and there were no additional presents under the tree.

"It looks like he still hasn't come yet. Maybe we should just go back to our rooms and try to sleep until morning." (d/n) said as (s/n) stared at the fireplace. She approached him and poked him on the shoulder.

"Come on (s/n), let's just go back to bed." (d/n) said, tugging on his pajama sleeve.

"Shhh, I think I hear something coming down the chimney." (s/n) whispered as (d/n) stopped tugging on her brother's sleeve and listened with him. He was right, there was a scuffling noise coming from the fireplace. Someone wearing a thick red suit with fluffy white trim and hat with the same trim and fluffy white tassel, and black boots crawled out of the fireplace. Even though the man wore a thick suit, your kids could tell he wasn't chubby. He had warm brown eyes and short golden blonde hair, but had no beard. He was nothing like the songs on the radio described, or how the media depicted him. But he did have a big brown bag slung over his shoulder.

"Who are you?" (d/n) asked the man with a puzzled look on her face. The man chuckled then answered her.

"Why I'm Santa of course!" He replied to (d/n). (s/n) looked at the man doubtfully.

"If you're Santa, then where is your big white beard and why aren't you fat?" (s/n) raised his voice, asking the man accusingly.

"(s/n) don't be so loud! You're gonna wake up our parents." (d/n) told (s/n) in a hushed tone, but it was too late. Your son's yelling had already woken you and your Italian husbands up and the three of you went downstairs to see what was going on. You were surprised to find your kids and Finland wearing a Santa suit in the living room.

"(s/n), (d/n)? What are you doing awake so early in the morning?" You asked sleepily, walking down the stairs while rubbing your eyes.

"Finland! It's been a while since I saw you dressed like this!" Italy said excitedly. Finland nodded his head.