Merry Christmas HetaliaXReader

Merry Christmas! F.A.C.ExReader
(F.A.C.E.= France, America, Canada, England (a.k.a CAFÉ))
You hummed to yourself as you walked out of your car. Arms loaded with presents for your friends you walked up the long driveway to the steps, trying to avoid the ice that coated the ground.
Before you could even knock the door flew open.
"_______! Dude! You finally made it!" Alfred said grinning at you. "Let the hero take those gifts!" He grabbed the boxes out of your arms and put them under the huge Christmas tree that stood in the family  room*.
You smiled. "Good to see you too, Al" You hung up your jacket and went to the kitchen.
"Bonjour Francis," You smiled at the Frenchman, who was currently cooking Christmas dinner, and hugged him. You swatted his hand when it began to wander. "Managed to keep Iggy out of the kitchen the year?"
"Bonjour mon cher," He replied. "And Oui, just barley."
"Thank God, after last year…," You shuddered, not wanting to think about the Brit's Christmas dinner from the previous year. "Speaking of him where is he? And Mattie?"
"Matthew is in the living room and the idiot is out shopping for extra ingredients."
"Merci! And Merry Christmas!" You smiled and went to the living room to visit the Canadian. You walked in to see him and Al watching hockey and screaming at the TV.
"Damn Al," You said. "Your getting slaughtered." Canada was destroying America 13-0.
"Shut up!"
Matthew smiled. "Merry Christmas ______!"
"Merry Christmas Mattie! You too, Al" You hugged the twins and plopped down between them on the sofa.
"Oh come on!" You yelled. "Are you f-ing blind ref?!"
"Pipe down you three!" Arthur yelled as he walked through the door. "I could here you gits before I got in the house."
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," You said. "Merry Christmas." You hugged him when he set down the groceries.
"Dinner is served!" France said.
You crowed around the table and said the Christmas blessings**. Canada and France said it in French, Al and Arthur said it in English, and you said it in (your strongest language).
"Alright! Let's dig in!" Alfred grinned
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After dinner you guys exchanged gifts.
"__________ Would you mind going last?" Matthew asked.
"Um…no not at all"
"Thanks"
"I'll go first!" Al said. He grabbed your gift bag and tore away the paper. He grinned. You had gotten him $100 gift cards to McDonalds, Burger King, and Wendy's, and some old comic books you knew he would go crazy for. "Thanks Dude!" He hugged you.
"Iggy! Go next!"
"Don't call me that you bloody wanker!" Arthur said. "And fine" You handed him his present from you.
You had gotten him a bunch of "The Beatles" memorabilia you had managed to find online. Autographs, posters, etc. "Thank you _____. This is a great gift."
"I'll go next." Canada said, picking up your gift to him. For him you got hockey stuff. After searching shops, flea markets, and eBay, you managed to find him a few jerseys, a pair of autographed hockey sticks, and a couple of signed pucks. "Wow, Thanks ______, eh."
"And Finally," Francis grabbed your gifts to him. He had been the hardest to find. But, with some help from the other Bad Touch members, you had managed to find some good stuff for him. A rare bottle of French wine that took you, Toni, and Gilbert, a week to find, an extremely old book of French recipes, and an old painting of Jeanne d'Arc that you knew would mean a lot to him. He teared up when he saw the painting. "Merci, mon cher."
"Now for you…" Alfred said. "We have a big surprise." You wondered what it was.
You had wanted a grand piano. You only had an electric keyboard and it wasn't the same. You spent some time at Austria's house so you really got into playing. You didn't keep your hopes up though. You had wanted one for a while but you never had the money for it.
"Close your eyes _____" Canada said as he and Al each covered one of your eyes. You felt Francis's hands on your shoulders, directing you. You heard someone, most likely Arthur open a door in front of you.
They sat you on a chair and told you to open your eyes when they told you.
"One…"Al said
"Two…"Matthew said.
"Three…" Francis said.
"Open…" Arthur said.
Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you weren't on a chair. You were on a bench. A piano bench. Sitting in front of you was a sleek black grand piano.
"Oh my God," You screamed, practically throwing yourself at the four of them.
"I take it you like your gift." Alfred grinned.
"Like it? I absolutely love it!" You said. "B-But how?"
"We all chipped in a bit and bought it for you." England explained, smiling.
"Merry Christmas _____," Matthew said.
"Why don't you play something?" France smiled. You nodded and placed your fingers on your piano. You began to play a familiar tune.
"Oh the weather outside is frightful~" You sang.
"But the fire is so delightful~" Francis sang with you.
"And since we've no place to go~" Al and Matthew joined the two of you.
"Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!~" Arthur joined the rest of you.
"Hey look!" You said, pointing out the window.
They turned their heads.
"Its…snowing." Arthur said.
"A white Christmas…" France said.
"How perfect," Canada smiled.
"Last one outs the rotten snowball!" Al yelled, grabbing his jacket.
You laughed and ran after him. It was a very Merry Christmas and you were happy to spend it with them.