Suddenly, there were three deafening gunshots fired behind the bickering group, causing them all to jump and stare at Berlin, who had her pistol aimed at the ceiling, finger on the trigger.
“All of you need to shut your mouths! You’re acting like a group of bonafied imbeciles! V’e’re here to celebrate V’einachten, are v’e not?!” All five of them nodded slowly. “Goo’t. Now, keep ze volume down or I’ll blow somev’one’s brains out, ja?”
After a moment of flabbergasted silence, Canada spoke up first,
“A-Ah, right. Isn’t it time to start cooking the Christmas dinner?” America was the first to interject,
“DUUDES!! We should TOTALLY have McD’s!” Everyone shot him down.
“No!” He pouted. France began ranting on about French delicacies and expensive restaurant meals with five courses, hors d'œuvres, appetizers, a salad, a main course and lengthily-named desserts. Berlin only huffed and hit him with the back of her pistol; she wanted meat - mostly wurst - and some good beer. Canada was fine with anything as long as he could pour maple syrup on it. Noelle agreed, but she wasn't adverse to seal meat either. Soon, everyone was caught in the throes of another heated argument and Berlin's trigger-finger twitched.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Jenny put her hands up and everyone turned to her. "Why don't we just have a Christmas ham or something?" They all looked between one another.
"With cranberry sauce too?"
"And baked potatoes."
"With some other steamed vegetables, of course!"
"We should make a salad as well."
"Apple pie à-la-mode for dessert?" They all grinned and nodded once. Jenny clapped her hands together and laughed.
"So we're decided! Then... Who'll cook?" She looked around at everyone. France was the first to raise his hand, bringing Berlin's up with his own.
"Maria et moi! We will be certain to make eet absolument delicieux!" He kissed his fingertips while Berlin scowled slightly. "And we'll definitely make eet wi'z love~" Just as he spun them around and made his way to the door, Berlin yanked her arm down, clunking France on the head with her elbow. He yelped, and all that was heard as he and Berlin left was,
“But Cherie, zis time I meant eet innocently!”
No one wanted to know.
