Holiday (SpaMano with lil bits of GerIta, USUK, PruHun, and platonic RoMerica.)

26 - It's all on me.

"Alright, mates!!" Australia yelled, banging his fist on the table, a big smile on his face.

Japan's smile faded. "Please, Australia-san—"

"Don't hit the bloody table, Steve," England groaned. "Just don't."

"The table's already gone through enough, dammit," I muttered.

Australia sank down, giving a small smile.

"Now," England said, puffing out his cheek in impatience, "explain yourselves."

He glared at Sealand. "Both of you."

"It all began with your little brother," Australia said, pointing at Sealand. "It was his idea. I tried to tell him that we were supposed to come on Christmas, but he insisted that—"

"Look, I just wanted to come early!!" Sealand yelled. "I wanted to see Santa!!"

"What the fuck?" I demanded. "It's the beginning of December, dammit. No Santa."

Sealand frowned. "Screw all of you! Santa is real, and you know it!!"

I inhaled. "Look, kid, there is no—"

The nations all glared at me. I sighed.

"Look, Santa isn't coming right now, okay? He's, uh, busy."

"Busy doing what?" Sealand asked.

"Taxes, dammit."

France choked out a laugh. "Taxes?"

I shrugged. "All adults go through taxes."

"Hey, did you know the word 'taxes' is basically Texas with the letters jumbled up?" Alfred asked. "Weird, I know."

"What about us?" Antonio asked, ignoring him.

"That's such a stupid question, Antonio," I groaned. "Of course not. We're nations. We have different lifestyles and jobs to normal humans."

"Oh, yeah," Antonio agreed. "Like making paper flowers."

"Oh, so nations have to do things like that?" Sealand asked.

"Like what?"

"Making paper flowers."

I cringed. "No, that's just Antonio's job. Any other shit questions?"

'Why do you swear so much?"

"Okay, Peter, that's enough from you," England said sharply, glaring at his little brother.

"Japan," Australia asked, nudging Japan. "Mate, is it alright? That we're showing up at your house all of a sudden. Don't wanna intrude or anything."

"No, no," Japan said, smiling. "It is alright. The more guests, the better."

I scowled, at the ground, and Antonio held my hand, giving me a reassuring smile.

"After all," the Japanese man continued, giving me a look, "it is for Christmas."

Wy put up her hands. "Don't blame anything on me. It's all my bro's fault. I didn't want to come on this trip."

"Aww, Tilly," Australia groaned. "Don't be such a spoilsport!! It'll be fun~"

"Could you not call me Tilly?"

"Why not?" Wy's brother pouted. "You didn't complain when you were little."