THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.
Woahhh.

If this isn't a rare-pair I don't know what is.
Oh my goodness- It's a straight ship.

I have no clue where this came from, but it's here now.

New Zealand || Male
Vatican City || Female

😋
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Vatican City was nervous. She had never been to her lover's house for a sleepover before. Heck, she had never even been to a sleepover before. It was the day before Christmas Eve and Vatican was walking down the sidewalk, the snow crunching between her boots.

She only carried one backpack, but somehow she managed to fit three days worth of necessities in there, with some room to spare for her special wine glass. She was bundled up in a long winter coat, her long blonde hair wrapped up in a bun and under her hat that bared a cross. She was almost at her destination, and with each step the female country took, her nerves only escalated.

What if Vatican made a fool of herself? What if she was turned away? What if she got into an argument with her beloved? She seriously thought of praying to her god before she scolded herself for thinking of something so. . . So wrong.

But no matter what she did, those thoughts consumed her as she got closer and closer to her destination, until she found herself there.

She was in front of Great Britain's residence, and man, was the place huge. It was mansion like, and Vatican knew she could get lost in there if she wasn't careful. The Prayer Country gathered up all her courage, and walked up to the main doors. She took a deep breath and knocked.

Not thirty seconds later she heard the familiar sound of Australia yelling and falling down the stairs, howling to everyone who was in a mile-radius that he would be the one to get the door, and something about being on time-out? Vatican City couldn't help but smile at her lovers' brother's antics. After all, Aussie was the craziest sibling of the household. The country opened the door, and pulled Vatican in, not giving the female country time to think.

As soon as the both of them were inside, he shut the door and looked to Vatican, who was looking at him like he was crazy.

Which he was.

"Oi, hai Vatican! Glad you could make it. We 'ave to hurry and make it back to my room, where we will be safe." Australia said, urging the female to hurry up and get her jacket off. She did as requested, but made note to ask the male why he was telling her to make haste. As soon as her jacket, boots, and hat were off and hung up, Australia grabbed her hand and raced up to his room.

I didn't even get to greet Great Britain and his wife...

On the way there, Vatican noticed that there were no noises other then the quiet voice of a television coming from the living room, where the Prayer Country guessed was where Britain and France were. It was weird; even though Vatican had only been there one other time (last time she only went into the foyer to give NZ a hug goodbye), it was never quiet. She looked to Aussie's hands, and noticed he had a gun in the hand that wasn't holding hers.

But something was different with the gun he had. It looked like it had paint on it, but from the terrible view Vatican had, she couldn't decide.

The two Countries finally made it to Australia's room, where the latter kicked open the door, and ushered the Vatican Country inside, where he closed the door behind her with lightning speed. The female dusted off her white and yellow cross shirt, and looked around her, in Australia's room. The latter's girlfriend, Papua New Guinea was there, along with the one whom the Vatican wanted to see the most.

Her boyfriend; New Zealand.

He walked over to Vatican City, his height much taller than hers. He grabbed her hands, and spoke. "Vatican, Hi." New Zealand said softly, caressing her hands with his own. She looked back up to him, a slight blush on her cheeks. "S-Salve..." (H-Hello) she returned, going into her native tongue for a moment. New Zealand kissed her forehead softly, causing her blush to rise.

The two released their hands, and went to sit onto Australia's bed, where Papua New Guinea was lying down, watching the adorable scene unfold. The two females exchanged greetings, then Australia decided to tell Vatican why she was in his bedroom, the place where there were more spiders than Jurassic Park inside. "We are in here because this is the only safe zone. We're havin' a massive Nerf Gun fight, and it's us four against Ame, Nada', and Russia."

Russia was here? Soivet let him come? Vatican knew that America was homosexual, and Russia and him were together. At first, she didn't understand why two male's were together, and it made her angry. She thought that when god made a female and male, and they were made to be together. Not the same sex. She thought homosexuality was a sin, and she stayed away from America for half a year.

However when she met New Zealand, he offered to teach her that Homosexuality wasn't all that bad, and she accepted. Now, after a long time, Vatican isn't against it. She will always whine that male's and females are meant to be together, but she doesn't discriminate Countries for their sexuality anymore. A huge upgrade from where she was a year ago.

"Well, let's go!" Papua New Guinea exclaimed, grabbing a gun and holding it against her shoulder. New Zealand already grabbed one, and put it on Aussie's pillow, so he grabbed it. Now that Vatican City could look at the gun's better, she saw that they weren't normal ones, they were much larger than regular guns, and when she looked at New Zealand, he was loading Nerf Ammo Darts in it.

Ohhhh.

Vatican then found a Pistol-Shaped Nerf Gun, and after a brief explanation on how to play, the four went on their way to win the game.

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After running around the top floor for around an hour, everyone decided to stop playing and watch a movie, and after a heated debate between Australia and America the game was decided as a draw. Vatican still didn't get to greet Britain and France, because every time she tried to escape (twice), she was stopped by Aussie telling her that she couldn't leave until they finished the game.

New Zealand and her went to put the Concoction that were the Nerf Guns' away, and headed downstairs. While walking through the doorway frame that led from the foyer to the Living room Vatican City was stopped. She looked to New Zealand, who had the stars on his flag glowing (When NZ and Aussie blush, the stars on their flag's glow). "New Zealand?" Vatican asked, unsure why he was glowing.

"L-look up."

And that is exactly what she did. Holy water it's mistletoe. Vatican thought to herself, cheeks practically on fire. She tore her eyes away from the Mistletoe that was hanging overhead of her and her boyfriend, and focused on New Zealand. "Ohhhhhh!" Could be Heard from an overdramatic America and Australia, then shortly after Canada telling them to calm down, but neither country caught under the doorframe really paid attention to them.

"It is tradition." An older voice said. New Zealand lowered himself to Vatican, and the latter raised herself to get to her boyfriend. They looked into each other's eyes, before closing them and bringing their lips together. It was an explosion in both Countries mouths. Sure, they have kissed on the lips before, but it didn't happen a lot, and was mostly on the cheek or forehead (last for NZ). This one was different though. It was amazing, to sum it up.

They broke away, and Vatican's red face went right to New Zealand's chest, the latter laughing about how cute his girlfriend was. Then, you could hear a certain Country clear their throat. The same one that spoke only seconds before the special moment. New Zealand's own father, the one she still didn't greet and thank for letting her in his house, Great Britain. Vatican's face got even brighter (if possible at this point), and she hugged New Zealand, murmuring prayers to herself.

We just kissed in front of Great Britain.