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A Christmas Wish and A Mistletoe Kiss

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It was Christmas time yet again for the Countries, and Alfred was throwing a big holiday party for everyone. Luna smiled as she headed down the street toward the party; dressed in her favorite red halter-style dress with a beautiful poinsettia in the center above her chest under her thick coat. It was one of the coldest winters they had seen in a while. Luna looked around and took a breath, she absolutely loved being Ireland, she just wasn't keen on how cold it got here.. She made sure she held her bag close... she smiled softly to herself, singing in a low tone

'I don't want a lot for Christmas

there is just one thing I need...

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree...'

She paused a pulled out a small note, sighing softly.. It was one she had written for her best friend, Francis "Maybe.. Just.. Maybe I'll give him the note tonight.." She said, holding the note close to her heart

'I just want you for my own,

more then you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Baby all I want for Christmas

is you...'

She looked down at the note again and read it over, it was short but it said what it needed to, what she had wanted to for so long... Only to see it be taken in a split second by a large gust of wind... "oh no!" She said, running after it a moment.. She couldn't let it get away.. A bright crimson blush played on her cheeks as, of all people it landed right on France's bag...She gulped, wondering if he would see it...When his bright blue eyes caught sight of the paper she blushed fiercely, heading down another way hoping she hadn't been seen...

France, however had seen her and soon saw the note... A curious brow raised he picked up the note and smiled a little as he read:

France,

I don't know if you'll read this, I doubt it considering I've never gotten myself to actually give you this note.. But, the Christmas party is coming up and I was...I was hoping you would meet me under the mistletoe, I care for you more then I can even begin to say Francis... I keep wishing that you could be mine, but considering I always have been the oddball and that you could have your pick.. I never had the

confidence to ask you out, let alone tell you how I feel... Well, here it is... Francis I have always loved you, you're the only one I want, the only gift I want this year..

Luna

He smirked, letting out his classic 'honhonhon~' as he started after her...He grinned lightly as she heard her singing to herself, grabbing her by the arm gently and pulling her close gently "Good evening Mon Amie" He said softly, the note hidden in his pocket.. Not wanting her to know he had seen it, not yet... "Are you heading for Alfred's party? What might I ask are you doing without a date?" He asked, She blushed "You know I don't France, I'm the oddball remember?" She said, he blinked taking her chin in his hand and lifting his gaze to her "Your not the oddball Mon Amie" He said, his voice soft "If anything your unique, it's part of your charm...Anyone who doesn't see that is blind" her blush darkened as he wrapped his arm round her waist "Come on, I'd be glad to escort you" He said as they walked to the party together...He grinned and opened the door for her, snaking his arm back round her waist quickly as he followed her inside.. England gave him a cold glare, he did not like the idea of the two of them...Ireland rolled her eyes lightly at his glances, although her gaze was quickly pulled from the brit. Her emerald green eyes meeting the frenchmen's bright blue as the first began and he led her gently.. He noticed that she was timid, and was getting a number of looks but he smiled "Ignore them, remember what I said before" He whispered softly in her ear "Your unique, not an outcast" he said holding her close as they danced..

Her blush continued as she danced with him, resting her head against his chest gently, sighing softly, happpily..She hadn't realized he had led her right under the mistletoe, where he stopped, his hand going to take her chin and raise her gaze to meet his "Mon Cherie" He said softly "I got your note, and.. I would like nothing more then to be your christmas present." He said, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers gently, passionately...arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close..

The pair soon become very close allies, and...More often then not Luna would find her favorite present ready for her at home.. With a grin on his face, and a kiss only for her...
Yet another one shot about Francis & Ireland

Once again I don't own anything, except the story itself and Luna, Francis and the others belong to the creater of Hetalia
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