"Buon Natale, (F/n)!" Feliciano greeted you as he walked through the door. He was tightly bundled in many layers of winter clothes, while the tall German behind him only had a few.
Grinning, you embraced the small Italian and placed a light kiss on both of his cheeks. "Merry Christmas, Feli," you said warmly, "And Ludwig." The giant man leaned down so you could peck his cheek as well.
The German blushed and mumbled something along the lines of, "Frohe Weihnachten."
Still smiling, you stood by the door and greeted each guest as they shuffled in. Many languages saying "Merry Christmas" filled your ears and lots of tight hugs kept you warm despite the cold blowing in from the more often than not open door.
One more guest stumbled in. He shook the snow from his long, heavy coat and hung it on the rack. You smiled up at the tall Turk. "Merry Christmas, Sadik!"
Stomping his feet to warm them up, the man walked right past you.
The smile dropped from your face as you followed him in, but it relit when you saw Francis in your kitchen. The Frenchman had been in there since early in the morning to help you prepare for the party.
He craned his neck to see you and smirked at you. "Do you smell anything off?" he asked.
You shook your head, (h/c) hair following the movements. "No," you said carefully, "Just choco-" You cut off, running to the oven, "The cupcakes!"
Francis laughed at you as you tugged open the oven door with a dish rag, quickly snatching up the cupcake tray and all of its contents. Heat seeping through the rag, you dropped the tray on the counter, relieved that none of them fell out. Throwing the dish rag next to the metal tray, you sighed.
"Thank you, Francis."
A woman's dark brunette head poked into the kitchen. It was Elizabeta.
Her wide green eyes met yours, "Are you OK? We heard something drop."
Another person stuck his head out from behind her, "Is the food OK?" he asked, bright emerald eyes scanning the kitchen.
"Is that cake I smell?" yet another man asked, white hair hanging away from his tilted head.
You glared at the two boys, who ignored you and went on to pester Francis as he was drying his hands off on a rag, then looked at the concerned woman. "Yeah, Liz, we're fine."
She smiled up at you. "Good," she nodded before ducking back into the party.
Sighing, you turned around and were faced with two pairs of guilty eyes.
"Guys," you said, trying to peer around them, "What's Gilbert doing that you've decided I can't see?"
Said German turned around from his spot behind the Bad Touch Wall and grinned at you, mouth full of what you could only guess was a chocolate cupcake.
A few crumbs fell from his lips, "Nothing," he mumbled around the dessert. Then something hit him. His red eyes widened quite a bit as he jumped up and down, screaming, "Heiß!"
Shaking your head, you walked out of the room. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, except for one.
Sadik was leaning against a wall, hazel eyes scanning the crowd around him.
You made your way to him, but just as you were able to reach out and touch him, Yao stopped you.
"The place looks great, (F/n)!" he complimented, and small smile warming his dark brown eyes.
Smiling back at him, you stopped to thank him, "Francis, actually, helped a lot."
The Chinese man's grin grew and he gestured above you. "I could tell."
Following his gaze, you saw a small branch with white berries tie up with a red ribbon on the wall between you and Sadik. You blushed and made way to move from the intimidating man, but the crowd kept you pinned. A few snickers shivered through the crowd as they realized your situation.
A loud, Italian voice broke through the deafening silence, "I don't see why it's such a big deal, it's just a kiss."
That got Sadik's attention.
Caramel eyes narrowing, he looked down at you, to which you sheepishly pointed up. His gaze followed your finger, finally resting on the branch of mistletoe. When he looked back down at you, your face was turned towards the ground.
Trying to sneak a glance, you looked up at the man, only to see him glaring down at you. You instantly reddened, but decided you'd give the tall Turk a peck on his tanned cheek. "If-if you just-" you stood on your tiptoes but still hardly made it to his chin, "Just bend down a bit and I can reach your-"
All at once, he leaned down, crashing his lips with yours while his calloused hands held your face against his. Your wide (e/c) eyes stared at his shut eyelids before closing also. Sweetly, you kissed him back. Just as you felt the need for air overcome the bubbling fireworks of the kiss, Sadik pulled away.
His face still hung close to yours though one of his large hands left your flushed cheek in favor of reaching up for the mistletoe. He pulled it off of the wall, much to Francis's protests, and smirked at you, narrowing his now open eyes.
"I think I may keep this for a while," his low voice rumbled, causing the blush to creep up to your now burning ears. Teasingly, Sadik dangled the leaf over your heads again, but, this time, the kiss was softer. Sweeter.
Slowly, you lifted a hand to where your fingertips were just brushing the stubble of his chin. The blush covering your face cooled a bit, though it still burned your cheeks uncomfortably.
His lips left yours again, lingering just over yours. You stared into his eyes and could feel his mischievous smile on your slightly parted lips. Hot breaths of air blew in the small space between the two of you and, from the corner of your eye, you saw movement.
The blush returned when you remembered your audience and you moved to turn away.
But that warm hand never left you cheek, keeping your face close to Sadik's. His golden eyes distracted you.
One, final kiss was pressed lightly to your lips before the Turkish man finally pulled away.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you watched him walk away as he grinned down at the sprig of mistletoe in his large hand.
You hoped he'd keep that mistletoe for a while.