Holidays ~ 25 Days Of Hetalia Christmas!

Merry Christmas ~ Finland

Art is not mine.

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Y/N would never forget the Christmas that they saw Santa Claus.

It was completely silent that night - well, technically morning. The house was dark, and Y/N happily bundled up in their blankets, dreaming.

Until they had to pee.

Their eyes shot open, unhappy that their precious sleep had been disturbed. They begrudgingly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Once they got out, they were about to go back into their bedroom when they heard a noise. A weird, rustling noise.

Y/N's brows creased in confusion, but then they decided to shrug it off. It was probably nothing.

But, then they heard it again.

Y/N sighed and decided to check it out. Probably just a cardboard box or something about to fall. They went downstairs and turned on the hall light, coming face to face with a young man in a red Santa suit.

What. The. Actual. Heck.

Y/N opened their mouth to speak, but the man did first.

"Sorry! I, um, er..."

"What are you doing in my house?" Y/N asked.

"I'm Santa Claus!" he said, smiling hopefully.

"I don't think so. Where's my gun?" Y/N said, making their way to where they kept their self-defense weapons.

"Wait!" the man exclaimed, grabbing their wrist, "I really am! I-"

Y/N stopped him from speaking with their 'what?' look.

He blushed and retracted his hand, "Sorry."

"You are the worst burglar ever," Y/N said with a smirk, despite the situation.

"I'm not a burglar!" he said, "I'm Santa! Here, I can prove it to you."

The man went to the living room, and Y/N sighed thinking, 'am I really about to follow a man that broke into my house?'

The answer is yes. Yes, they were.

The blond stood in the fireplace and motioned for them to come in, too. Y/N rose an eyebrow but obliged. They couldn't believe they were doing this.

In a flash, the two were suddenly on the roof, standing across from a sleigh with reindeer. Y/N nearly had a stroke.

"W-what?!" 

"Don't worry, you're perfectly safe," he said, getting into the sleigh, "now, do you want to join me or no?"

Hell yeah, they did!

What followed was absolutely magical. Y/N just couldn't fathom what was happening - they were in the sleigh of the real Santa Claus, flying above their town, watching him deliver presents. And, despite the myths, he wasn't a happy, fat old man. He was a happy, slightly chubby, young man. Really easy to get along with. Also...

"Hey, you have a really cool accent... where are you from?" Y/N asked.

"I'm Finnish!" he said.

"Cool!" Y/N replied, "I dunno if I've ever met someone from Finland before!"

"Well, now you have, Y/N!"

Y/N's facial expression turned to one of confusion, "How do you know my name?"

"I'm Santa Claus!" he simply answered.

All too soon, though, they were back on the roof of Y/N's house to drop them off. They went back through the chimney, and Y/N started towards their bedroom after waving goodbye. However, right before Santa left, Y/N turned around.

"Wait!"

He looked to them with his large, cute and sparkly violet eyes, "Yes?"

"What's your real name?"

"Tino," he said, smiling. 

And then, he was gone. Tino went up the chimney, not to be seen again until next Christmas.

Y/N blushed and smiled, going back to their room in a bit of a daze.

Huh, Santa Claus is actually pretty cute.

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December 25th.