Dreaming of a White Christmas

“Merry Christmas!!”

Finland flinched as the familiar phrase was called out to him, slowly opening his eyes and almost double taking as he noticed everything was decorated for that very occasion. Presents and treats were littered across the room and even he found himself warmly dressed in his usual Santa attire, looking over to Sweden nearby who brightly smiled to him with a present of his own in his hands.

Sweden straightened up as he saw the smaller nation look up at him, recognizing that confused look in his eyes people usually got when their subconscious first wakes up. It wouldn’t be long though until he felt better, he knew this oh too well. Everyone went through that. It took a little longer since he was just introducing Finland to his possible paradise but he knew he’d get the hang of it!

After waiting a moment or so, Finland smiled and turned towards him; quietly chuckling at the bells on his ribbon around his neck jingling very quietly as he did so.

“Merry Christmas to you too! Hopefully I wasn’t late for the party!”

“Oh no~” Sweden chirped, smiling even more at his friend getting into the spirit of his paradise once again. “You arrived just in time! Look look, our friend has shown up for the festivities! Say hello!”

Finland glanced around the room at the mention, not seeing anyone around immediately. Curiously he went down the stairs of the large room to see what he assumed to be Russia sitting down next to some of the stuffed toy pandas, nibbling on one of the oversized cookies that had been scattered around. “Oh! Hello!”

The man tensed up at being noticed, munching on the giant bite he had in his mouth while glancing back and forth, feeling awkward that he had been greeted mid-bite. Finland laughed a bit as the other swallowed his mouthful of cookie and stood up to his full height.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, my lord. I trust you got here without any complications?” He said with a calm smile.

“Ah, I did! And I hope you got here okay too… uhm… Oh gosh, I’m sorry. What was your name again?”

“Devil, sir.” He said, not really minding that he had to reiterate his name, from the looks of it, it wouldn’t have been the first time he had done so.

“Right!! Right!” Finland nodded, grinning a bit more before he reached to the side and yanked a present from seemingly nothing, handing the brightly wrapped box up to the man. “Thank you for coming!! Merry Christmas!”

Devil blinked as he was presented with the present, giving a nod in appreciation before taking it, unwrapping it slowly and carefully to be careful of the contents inside, whatever they were. After a little bit of fiddling with it, he chuckled softly at seeing it was a glass of milk.

“Uhuhuhu, you really do know what people want.” He mused before he lightly bowed to him in another show of gratitude. “Thank you very much, I am very grateful.”

“Think nothing of it! It is Christmas after all! The time of giving!” Finland said, practically beaming at the other enjoying the sudden gift to go with his giant cookie. He suddenly yelped though, feeling a pair of arms go around his waist and gently raise him up. He bursted out in laughter, feeling himself being twirled around in the around. “Aah, Sve~”

“Eheheh, sorry! I just couldn’t help it, it was the perfect opportunity!” Sweden said, twirling him around for a little longer before setting him down a bit aways so they could have their moment to their selves. “Speaking of, I wanted to give you my present!” He shifted a little as he brought back out the present he was holding earlier to give to the Christmas nation. “Merry Christmas.”

Finland gently took the gift and glanced over it for a moment, giving a moment to ponder what it could be before undoing the ribbon and the taped ends of the paper. He carefully slid the box out from under the paper, not wanting the rip the wrap and ruin the beautiful intricate designs printed on it. He pulled the top open, but blinked, not seeing anything inside. “…. Mm?”

“Just wait~”

Finland pursed his lips in a bit of confusion, looking in the box for a while longer before his ears perked, seeing something glimmering at the bottom of it. He stared at it seeing something begin to glow and get larger in size before suddenly the glimmering light shot into the air, exploding like a firework and raining golden shimmers slowly in the air. A good portion of shimmers rained over the large Christmas tree in the back of the room, making the lights, candles and star on his glow brightly and seem to just come to life in the merry spirit of their holiday.

“Woow!!” He awed, looking up as the shimmers continued to linger in the air, though his sight did not stay upwards for very long as he felt his hand being held and lightly tugged, looking back down just in time to see Sweden pull him close to take both his hand and waist. He giggled once again, moving with the other to set his other hand on his arm and twirl with him in an intimate dance together. “ahahha, oh Sve.”

“Ehehe, I thought you would like it Chariot.”

… Chariot?

He blinked at this, something not seeming right about that name, but he burst out into another giggle fit as he was suddenly dipped and brought back up to be held against the large man while they danced.

Yes that’s right, Chariot was his name.

The both of them danced together for a while, at times the air seeming to carry a soft Christmas carol to serenade the both of them. After so long, the both of them stopped, being a little out of breath from going on for so long.

“Mm, that was fun!” Sweden said brightly, gently squeezing the smaller nation. Chariot nodded at this, looking up to him, though as he did he faltered.

“Hey, Sve.”

“Hmm?”

“Look up.”

As the other requested, Sweden looked above them, blinking as mistletoe was placed right above them. He chuckled a little before pushing up his glasses and looking back down to the grinning blonde. “Well uh.. would you mind if I…”

“It is Christmas tradition after all.” Chariot said, smiling warmly as he felt his cheeks get just a bit redder. Sweden nodded at this once and gently reached over, having a hand gently take Chariot’s cheek, a thumb gently stroking against it.

“… Hey, Chariot?”

“Yes?”

“May I request something for.. for myself?”

Chariot blinked at this, giggling a bit more as he felt his cheeks go even redder before reaching a hand up to set against the one on his face.

“I’ll be more than happy to give you whatever you want. After all I am Santa.”

Sweden smiled more at this, something seeming to just spark in his eyes about the matter. His features softened before he leaned down to give the other a kiss.

“All I want for Christmas… is you.”

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Finland’s eyes opened as he awoke with a startle, blinking as he looked around the empty room. What time was it even? He rubbed his eyes lightly as he sat up, gently touching his lips as he swore he could feel a warm tingle on them. He looked over to the clock to see that it was six in the afternoon, tilting his head curiously as he just went to take a nap around ten. Maybe he was just tired.

He slipped out of bed, walking around the house to try to find anyone around. He sighed, hating the humid hot air that stuffed up the house, though he knew most if not all the windows were open. He always disliked the summer, why couldn’t it be cool and chilly like in winter? Like during Christmas?

He paused as he got into the kitchen, seeing a note posted to the fridge about Sweden taking Sealand somewhere for a while. Mm, figures.

Oh well, maybe he had a little bit of time for just one more cat nap.