You were sitting on your couch, waiting for your father to come down from the attic. It was Christmas time, and Germany was fetching the decorations from the attic in the laundry room. Oh, he wasn't doing this alone; Prussia was helping him, of course.
All the sudden, there was a loud THUNK!, followed by an equally as loud, "Verdammt!"
"Kesesese! You hit your head again, didn't you, West?"
"Shut up, Prussia."
You giggled quietly from your spot on the couch, but apparently loud enough for your father and your uncle to hear, for Prussia's head appeared from around the corner. He was still smiling, but his grin turned into a smirk as he looked over at the ladder and exclaimed, "See? Even little (f/n) thinks it's funny!"
You could have sworn that you heard Germany mutter, "Traitor."
Prussia's eyes widened as a string of garland was hurled at his head. Unfortunately, he didn't move out of the way fast enough, and he was knocked onto his rear by the force of the throw. He stood up, glared at Germany and walked over to you, still having the garland wrapped around his neck. You had fallen off of the couch from laughing.
"Oh, you think that this is funny?"
You continued to giggle joyfully before being picked up by Prussia and balanced on his hip. You smiled up at him, and it wasn't long before an equally as happy grin settled on his lips.
"Ja, I guess it was pretty funny," he said, grabbing the end of the garland and lightly tickling your stomach with it. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip, but he wasn't having that. He held on to you tighter, abandoning the garland to tickle you with his fingers. You were howling with laughter, and Prussia had a wide smile on his face, his eyes sparkling. After a few more seconds, he put you down again. You collapsed onto the couch, still recovering from the tickle attack.
During that time, Germany had pulled out all the boxes and was putting the ladder away in the garage. He paused in the doorway to the living room, watching you and Prussia lay on the couch, watching a Christmas movie.
"Are you ready to put up the decorations?"
Prussia and you both jumped up, forgetting the movie in a second. You were nodding rapidly, a completely serious expression on your face. Prussia ran forward, scooping up the garland that had previously been chucked at his face and bolting outside to loop it around the railings on your porch.
"What are we gonna do, daddy?"
"Um… why don't you put up the stockings while I set up the tree? When I'm done, we'll get Uncle Prussia and put the ornaments on it," Germany said, sneezing afterwards because of the dust that the attic accumulated during the months when it remained untouched.
And so the three of you went to work decorating the house, stringing garland, putting up lights outside, hanging up stockings, and finally decorating the tree with ornaments and candy canes. You were all now resting tiredly on the couch, watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. You were gasping cutely whenever something remotely surprising happened, and pouting whenever the other reindeer wouldn't accept Rudolph because of his nose.
When the movie ended, you all went outside to see the Christmas lights, because it was finally dark enough. You were standing next to your father as Prussia was up on the porch plugging in the lights. The lights turned on, blazing white on the trees, roof, and bushes. The three of you smiled.
"Keseseseses! Merry Christmas, guys!"