WARNING: *sings* mature again~

It was the 23rd of December, 1913.

The servants and I had decorated the house from head to toe with ornaments, candles, garlents and bells, and successfully made the estate look like Santa's American headquarters.

People even walked past the house with their families just to admire it, and seeing children marvel at the snowmen the servants and I had created, made me feel all warm and fuzzy in my chest.

The day was filled with drinking hot chocolate, eating gingerbread, and decorating every other surface I could find with glitters. We were all filling up time until Christmas Eve arrived, and I couldn't wait until the servants would open up the expensive presents I'd bought for them.

For now, I was finishing up on the gigantic Christmas tree I'd set up in the entrance hall of the house with Taehyung. We had golden glass Christmas baubles, and of course a golden Christmas peak, which matched all the other golden decorations in the house.

"I wonder what the people from your country would say if they saw you right now," I said, hanging another bauble in the tree. "A Croat spending Christmas with an Italian while our countries are destroying one another at the frontlines as we speak."

"You are not your country," Taehyung said, seeming extremely focused on not dropping any of the Christmas decorations. "And I am not either."

"So you stand with Germany?" I asked, trying to seem like a centrist when it was extremely obvious that I was not.

"I don't like politics," Taehyung mumbled, but when he looked up at me and caught sight of how desperately I wished to discuss the current affairs of the world, he decided to amuse me. "But I don't see anything wrong with being loyal."

I perked my eyebrows, ready to spill my thoughts without so much as a single filter. "So you welcome militarism? You think every country in the world should be a terrible, brutish beast ready to strike down it's enemies at all times? That every young man should be in uniform and willing to die for their country on the battlefield? What a horrible, horrible idea."

"You pay too much attention to those propaganda posters. It's not like the Germans killed the tsar. They are only supporting their ally. I can respect that. I do not think they would have started this war if it wasn't for Serbia."

"Don't ever go outside spouting that nonsense. You'll get yourself in some serious trouble."

"Most likely," Taehyung chuckled, strolling over to me as I grabbed another bauble. "Softhearted men like me don't seem to be appreciated all too much."

"Well, that's because they tend to die," I laughed, shaking my head at the butler. "But don't you worry, Germany..." I purred. "I appreciate them."

Taehyung smiled and grabbed my chin, pulling me in for a soft kiss on the lips. "Then all is good in the world for me, Italy."

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I'd gotten Namjoon a new set of cards and a new pair of glasses.

I'd gotten Jin a new pair of shoes made from the finest Italian leather.

I'd gotten Hoseok some foreign spices that hadn't been easy to find at all.

I'd gotten Yoongi a new bed.

And Taehyung, well, for him I'd gone all out, but obviously I couldn't let the other servants know that. I only gave him one of the following gifts in public not to raise any suspicions, but I felt sure he'd like each one I'd prepared.

- Five mahogany frames for his paintings.
- Eight different Winsor & Newton paintbrushes.
- A brand new watch.
- An appointment to get his picture taken.
- A tailored suit.
- My complete obedience for one night.
- A thousand dollar jade hairpin.

"Wonderful!" Jin said, clapping his hands as Taehyung showed them the hairpin. It wasn't obvious that the thing cost more than an average house, and I wouldn't be telling anyone the price, but I was glad Taehyung seemed to appreciate the gift.

After opening all the presents, we had a grand dinner together, with a stuffed turkey, mashed potatoes, wine, and dancing. And at around midnight, everyone went to their respective rooms to make the evening even more exciting for themselves.

"Come on," I said, pulling Taehyung with me when all the servants had locked themselves in their bedrooms. I dragged the butler along up the stairs, and nearly made him trip as we fled to my bedroom on the first floor.

"Did you read the list I gave you?" I asked, slamming the door shut behind me when we were both inside.

"I... tried," Taehyung chuckled, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. "I think I understood four things."

"Good enough," I said, running up to the butler and tackling him to the bed like a proffesional football lineman.

I took control of Taehyung's lips and kissed him passionately against my matrass, feeling so incredibly horny that I wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off.

"I've given you... my complete... obedience... for tonight," I breathed in-between countless rushed pecks and kisses. "Among... other things..."

"Obedience?" Taehyung asked, rolling us around until I was trapped underneath him, and I could do nothing but receive his affection as per usual. "I like the sound of that."

"Tell me what you want," I said, clenching my fists around the man's uniform with a beyond desperate look in my eyes. "Tell me how to serve you tonight."

"You serve me by existing," Taehyung said, grabbing my thigh as he leaned in to kiss me again.

"Tae," I sighed in delight, the inner corners of my brows turning up with deep, scorching hot desire. "If love was a person, it would be you."

The butler chuckled against my lips, obviously thinking me foolish for saying such a thing. He stroked my cheek and kissed me here and there until not being kissed by him felt like death. I wanted to be one with him. To always feel his skin against mine. To fall in love with him without fear of hitting the ground, because his care for me had the power to make me float through life like a feather.

"You're hopeful, and patient, and passionate, and merciful," I whispered. "And innocent, and charming, and absolutely confusing."

I combed my hands through Taehyung's hair and cupped the man's face, holding my entire world above me. "Sei il mio amore."

Taehyung's eyes crinkled fondly at me. "You are drunk, no?"

I vigorously shook my head and frowned up at the butler. I'd been completely sober for the past two months. "I haven't had a drop of alcohol. You've made me this way. You've made me all silly."

"You are pure-hearted," Taehyung said, tickling my chin.

"I've been told I'm a demon."

"You are an angel."

I caught my lower lip between my teeth. "How do you say angel in your language?"

"Anđeo," Taehyung said. "But my mother, she used to call my father mój anioł, because she was born in Poland. It is the only polish I know."

"Moj aniol," I tried to imitate, chuckling at how different it sounded when I said it. "I think that sounds darling."

We fell into each other again, and again, and again, and kissed until our lips were red and swollen. I was falling in love, oh, that was obvious. I was entranced and taken. My naive heart stolen by the butler and kept safely tucked in his gentle hands.

"I have to tell you something," Taehyung said, pulling away from my lips when I'd still been savoring them.

"Intriguing," I said breathlessly, feeling wrecked and filled to the brim with sinful lust.

Taehyung sat upright, and I propped myself up on my elbows to give him my full attention.

"The other day, I heard screams coming from mister Namjoon and mister Jin's bedroom."

"What!?"

Taehyung signed me to calm down. "I was afraid something bad had happened, so I kicked the door open, but-- it-- it was not-- it was not what I thought it was."

"Oh you're killing me with the suspense, what did you see?"

Taehyung gulped. "Well, they were naked, and... and-- and--"

I furrowed my brows and cocked my head, as the butler didn't seem to have the proper vocabulary to explain to me what he'd witnessed.

"Just-- just-- get on your hands and knees and I will show it."

"Hands and knees?"

Taehyung rolled me on my belly and made me get into position. "Jin was like this," he said, making me get on all fours. "And then..."

The butler got up on his knees and placed himself behind me. "Namjoon was like this."

"A-Are you sure?" I asked, looking back at the butler, and gulping at the way his bulge was now pressed up against my buttocks.

"Yes," Taehyung said curtly. "And, Namjoon the footman, he was moving like this--"

The air was knocked right out of my lungs when Taehyung rocked his hips against my butt in an attempt to showcase what he'd seen. The man himself sounded caught by surprise as well, as I could hear him try to stiffle a startled moan after the impact.

"W-what on earth do you think they were doing?" I asked, my mind racing to figure out what the footmen could have been trying to accomplish with such strange behaviour.

"I believe... it might be a different way of sex between men," Taehyung muzed out loud. "The screams had to be from pleasure... somehow."

"Is that so?" I asked, still skeptical that a position like the one we were currently in could bring anyone that much enjoyment. "Well, why don't you do it again then?"

"Again?"

"What Namjoon did. With your hips."

"Eh? But how would that feel good for you?"

I blinked at the butler, as it was slowly becoming clear to me that the man simply didn't have it in him to dominate me. He could never be so selfish. He could never be so greedy, even if I asked him to. That just wasn't the kind of man he was, and I couldn't change him. I wouldn't change him.

I bumped into Taehyung's crotch, and rubbed my butt against his bulge to entice him. "Just try it, mio amore. I would like for you to try it."

Taehyung gulped, and looked down at my butt with enlarged eyes. He grabbed on to me, and stroked my ass like it was a brand new discovery for him. "Like... like this?" He asked softly, a whimper flying off his lips when he rocked his hips into me once again.

"Yes, just keep doing it," I said as I looked back at my friend, smiling to set him at ease.

The butler settled into a rythm and did as told, grunting a little as he humped my butt and rubbed his crotch against me.

I didn't feel any sort of pleasure at all, but that didn't matter to me. I was happy to see the butler grow more and more aroused with the help of my body, andnI came to realise that this was perhaps a better gift than my complete obedience. The butler clearly liked being bossed around. For some strange reason, he seemed to enjoy being a servant.

I wondered how that would work out when he'd marry a girl one day...

"Ah~ Jimin~" Taehyung moaned with a smoky voice, his muscles flexing against me as he came.

I chuckled as the butler let his body go limp and dropped himself next to me on the bed. "Marry Christmas, mio amore," I whispered against the shell of his ear.

Taehyung smirked and looked like a man who'd been sniffing the glue for too long. He latched his arms around my waist and pressed me against him like I was to be his favorite plushy. "Merry Christmas, mój anioł."