Christmas is tomorrow! I think, as I sit with my faux family. None of us were actually related, but...it was fun. They were the only ones who (sorta) knew I existed. And besides, Christmas! J'adore Noël! Kumaja sat on my lap as usual, munching on a pancake.
Alfred sat on the couch next to Arthur, talking loudly and excitedly, while the Brit pretended to listen while sipping his tea. Francis sat next to me, occasionally barging into the conversation.
"Dude! Christmas is tomorrow! England, you should give me my presents already!"
"Wait until Christmas, you git! And who said anything about multiple presents?!"
France leans over and whispers to me, "How much you wanna bet he DID get Alfred more than one present?"
I laugh quietly. "No way I'm betting against it. He definitely did."
Kumajk looked up at me. "Who are you?"
"I'm Canada."
France looks at me. "He still can't remember your name?"
"No, but to be fair, I can't remember his either."
The Frenchman just shakes his head, tucking one of his blond locks behind his ear.
England heads towards the kitchen, saying, "I'll make dinner."
My eyes widen, and I barely refrain from screaming in terror. America does, though. France swoops into the kitchen like a pro, stating, "Go hang out with Mathieu and your boyfriend. I want to cook."
I silently thank France, placing a hand over my heart and sighing with relief. He saved us all from certain death.
England walks back in, muttering about frogs and delicious scones. He sits down and immediately starts talking to Alfred.
I just kinda sit there.
After a few minutes, the doorbell rang. Huh? Setting down Kumajingle, I go to answer the door. Outside are three countries that I do not want in the same company as France.
Spain, Prussia, and an irritable-looking Romano.
The Bad Touch Trio....oh merde.
Alone, the countries were fine. But, together...I think I must have had my fear written all over my face, because Spain and Prussia laughed and high-fived. Even Romano gave my a devilish smirk, causing me to shiver. I silently step out of the way, staring down at the ground.
The three of them walked in.
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Faux- fake
J'adore Noël- I love Christmas
Merde- shit
