Literature
Hetalia Xmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Italy was running, afraid of a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Finland would soon be there.
The countries were nestled all sung in their beds,
While visions of cats danced through Greece's head.
And America in his 'kerchief, and England in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter's "nap", ;D
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Germany sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew in a dash,
Tore open the shutters and drew his gun in a flash.
And that's all you get,
'Cause thi