Art is not mine.
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Y/N had never seen a white Christmas.
They hoped and prayed every year, and sometimes it came close - but it never happened.
This year, though, they were hopeful. It was looking like this year would be a white Christmas, and everyone was excited. Y/N certainly was.
Their boyfriend of three years, Romania, was also very excited for the snow. However, he was not watching every weather channel for an hour every day like Y/N was. Despite this, he seemed more confident that it would happen than Y/N.
But, as he reminded them, it wasn't really about having a white Christmas, it was about spending time with people you love.
Whenever he told them this, Y/N would always nod and say, "I know, I know, I'm just excited, that's all."
On December 19th, it rained, making Y/N doubt if the snow would stick. They became very worried.
As they anxiously ranted, Romania only smiled, put a hand on their shoulder and told them it would all work out. To keep their mind off of it, he proposed that they should make a pie of their choice.
Y/N really liked this idea and decided to make a (flavour) pie.
It was very convenient, actually - they already had all the ingredients for that pie type.
Romania's plan worked. Y/N didn't say anything relating to Christmas the whole time they made the pie, or while they waited for it to come out of the oven by watching holiday movies.
The pie came out of the oven, and the couple spent essentially the rest of the day on the couch just watching movies. It was a very relaxing activity for a stressful time. You know, just cuddling up in a blanket with your partner while watching movie characters cry over melodrama, drifting away after a few hours.
Y/N fell asleep soon after they ate their warm slice of pie. Romania smiled at their sleeping figure, watching their chest rise and fall for a few seconds before picking them up and carrying them to their room. He set them down on the bed and covered them up with blankets, placing a kiss on their forehead and turning the lights off.
Y/N was the love of his life - and he wanted them to be happy.
Romania looked over at the little ring box on the dresser beside his side of the bed. Then, his eyes flicked to his magic spellbook.
If you want snow, my darling, you shall have it.
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December 20th. 12:00 AM again! I need to be more responsible ;_;
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Holidays ~ 25 Days Of Hetalia Christmas!
Fanfiction25 separate one-shots all revolving around spending the holidays with Hetalia characters. Hetalia x Reader.