You Broke My Mistletoe
TurkeyxReader
"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
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