Last Chapter!!! Explains a lot. Sorry if you all were confused about the Chibitalia flashbacks and the obviousness of Prussia's actions. I promise this explains everything!!!! . If there are still questions please review and I will explain as well I can. Also I will be doing a GreeceXJapan Omake. Please enjoy and I'm sorry it's 2 days late.. Grr... Also sorry it's so short... Please review!!!!

"Ich Liebe Dich Feliciano…" Germany murmured before sleep took him.
Italy smiled, "Ti amo Ludwig…." He whispered back and sat up to look around. It was true he was just as tired as Germany and his butt hurt but he was just a little curious about this room they were in. Germany had never shown him this part of his house and wouldn't let him come in to investigate on his own. So, naturally, he was dying to know why.

Despite sleep's hands beckoning him into sweet slumber, he scanned the room. It was rather ordinary, stacks of old yellowing books and wooden toys lined the shelves, a closet stood open and empty of clothes in the far corner. The floors were wooden and looked as if they'd seen years of feet and dirt.

A single window next to the bed on the right wall let yellow light filter through, no drapes or blinds to intercept it.

On the left side of the bed a white painted, wooden bedside table stood, with a single drawer in the middle and a lamp on top. The lamp was a normal wooden lamp with a white top but didn't seem to have been turned on in years. A sticker on the drawer of the bedside table read: Ludwig's things keep out!

So this had been Germany's old room? On top of the lamp hung a hat, an old-fashioned style, Germanic hat, navy blue with a golden stripe and matching circle. It seemed familiar somehow…

Italy looked it over a couple times before looking inside the hat. He gasped at what he saw. In black, scrawled in childish handwriting, was written three letters that made Italy's heart stop. H. R. E.

Holy Roman Empire. Why did Germany have Hre's hat? Italy wondered. Did France-nii-san give it to him? But why? They were enemies weren't they?

Finally the Italian put two-and-two together, tears coming to his eyes. He looked out the frosty window and out into the cold night. "Thank you La Bafana… Thank you for bringing HRE back… Buon Natale La Bafana…" With that he collapsed back onto the bed and curled up, still clutching the hat.

Both Germany and Italy were fast asleep, too deep to notice the Prussian that came in an hour or so later and grabbed the hidden camera from it's place, pointed at the bed.

He disappeared a moment later and flew down the stairs to a, now empty, living room. Greece and Japan had gone off somewhere while Prussia had been herding the losers upstairs. Now all that was left of Prussia's brilliant idea to play strip poker was a bunch of cards scattered across the table and floor.

Prussia didn't pay to much mind as he reached the landing and a knock sounded from the front door. He ducked the corner and swiftly strolled to the front door, making sure that none of the other nations had somehow found the need to come downstairs.

He opened the front door and smirked.

"Hello Gilbert," A woman's voice came from outside. The owner of said voice was a tall brown-haired girl, a pink flower tucked behind her ear, and green eyes that glared into Prussia's own awesome red one's.

"Hey psycho bitch."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Call me by my name!" She hit him on the head with a cooking pan.

"Oww! Hey! Don't do that!" He rubbed his head.

"Yeah, yeah, hand over the video." She held out her hand expectantly and received the video camera; in turn she gave Prussia a wad of cash.

"Nice doing business with you, psycho bi- I mean, Elizaveta." Prussia corrected in a mocking voice. Another blow to the head from her pan and Hungary slammed the door in Prussia's face.

Which left the albino to rub his head and count his money. The clock stroke midnight and a German Christmas song rang throughout the house. "Merry Awesome Christmas." Prussia whispered, having already counted the thick wad of cash and smirked, placing the money in his pocket. It was going to be a very, merry awesome Christmas.

REVIEW!!!! Merry late Christmas everyone! R&R please. Oh and one more thing: In case you all haven't noticed or have been confused about this from the beginning, La Bafana is the Italian equivalent to Santa Clause.