They had been walking around for hours in that damned forest trying desperately to find the perfect Christmas tree.

"Germany! Germany! I've found the perfect Christmas tree!" Italy called in his child like voice that everyone seemed to love and only a few people hated.

Germany sighed in relief, but once he made it over to where Italy was standing Italy was shaking his head vigorously in a 'no' motion.

"What? What's wrong with this one?" Germany bellowed trying hard not to bring harm to little Italy.

"Squirrels." Italy said. Then Germany lost it. He threw Italy over his shoulder and carried him back home with Italy protesting the whole way.

Once they returned home Germany sat Italy down and started wrapping him in lights and placing ornaments on him where he could.

A couple of hours later Germany sat sipping hot chocolate and listing to the fire crackle until Italy spoke.

"Neh, Germany when can I move?" he asked.

"After New Years." Germany replied which caused little Italy to cry out, which caused Germany to smile.