Birthday
Title: Birthday
Author/Artist: Me
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, Japan, mentions of France, Russia, and Lithuania; slight US/UK
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Set right after this strip: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/25491.html What was that mysterious gift that England gave America? Originally for the kink-meme, now edited.
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After England stalks off, America avoids the rigged gift for the rest of his party.
Instead, he places it aside (on a book shelf so it wouldn't be crushed...not that he cared, of course) goes outside to watch the fireworks, eats the burgers on the grill, and chats happily to Canada, who, for some reason, had been looking rather miserable for the past few days. America thinks his brother is jealous of his awesome party. Canada simply asks if America has forgotten anything, you know, specifically something that had happened on the first day of the month. America just laughs, chirping out a teasing “Nope!” before he quietly slips a card into his brother's jacket pocket to be found later. It's not considered forgetting if its just belated. Besides, Independence Day is far more awesome than Canada Day.
The rest of the party goes relatively smoothly, other than Russia stalking Lithuania for over two hours. France streaks around the neighborhood, but that is to be expected. Everyone leaves peacefully, and America is glad that they leave his house (mostly) intact. Japan, thoughtful as always, stays behind to help clean up. By the time the two of them are done and Japan leaves for his hotel room, it's almost 3 AM in the morning, and it is no longer America's birthday. Even though he should be tired, America is still giddy over his party, and can't bring himself to go to bed yet.
Then, he spots England's gift sitting on the kitchen table.
Japan must have moved it. America walks over to the bagged package, circling around the gift as if it would attack him. Again. He wouldn't put it past England to pull a dirty trick like that. Growling in frustration, America decides he really is tired (except he's not) and heads upstairs to go to bed. England's gift is still unwrapped on the table.
America ignores the gift for four more days, all the while trying to guess what it could possibly be. It's probably not a game. England is too stuffy to give him something fun. Gift cards are out too, because there is too much packaging for that. America prays it isn't food, though he wouldn't be surprised if it was. A few years ago, England mailed him a box of scones for Independence Day. America knows they were poisoned. His hero senses (and the thick red goo coating the so called food) told him so.
Finally fed up with how the gift was taunting him (it was taunting him with a British accent, he swears!) America pulls the box out of the brightly colored bag and starts ripping open the wrapping paper. When he lifts off the lid, he blinks at what he finds inside.
It was another wrapped box.
America cannot help but scowl at the sight. Figures that England would make things complicated. So America rips into that box.
And then at the next one he finds inside.
Then the next.
Then the next.
At the end of it all, America is surrounded by boxes and wrapping paper, though he is guiltily elated at being able to open so many gifts. It's always fun to open up birthday presents, even when it is no longer your birthday. The very last box contains a cream colored envelope with his name written elegantly in England's handwriting on the face of it. Inside are two pieces of heavy paper, both of them covered in the swirling black lines of England's calligraphy.
The first one reads:
Happy Bir I wish You sodding
America,
I remembered that you found more enjoyment in opening your blasted presents than actually getting anything. At least you did when you were a child.
Love,
England
America gapes at the letter for a moment, torn between feeling amused and annoyed. He finally settles for brushing the words off as “typical England” and switches papers to read the second note. It is cleaner than the first, the words written more boldly and brightly. America likes how England opted to use blue paper for this letter.
Coupon
Good for one free favour.
Expiration Date: July 7th.
America grins wickedly, his mind whirling with possibilities.
And then, he checks the calendar. He has never hated the number “9” more in his entire life.
Author/Artist: Me
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, Japan, mentions of France, Russia, and Lithuania; slight US/UK
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Set right after this strip: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/25491.html What was that mysterious gift that England gave America? Originally for the kink-meme, now edited.
~
After England stalks off, America avoids the rigged gift for the rest of his party.
Instead, he places it aside (on a book shelf so it wouldn't be crushed...not that he cared, of course) goes outside to watch the fireworks, eats the burgers on the grill, and chats happily to Canada, who, for some reason, had been looking rather miserable for the past few days. America thinks his brother is jealous of his awesome party. Canada simply asks if America has forgotten anything, you know, specifically something that had happened on the first day of the month. America just laughs, chirping out a teasing “Nope!” before he quietly slips a card into his brother's jacket pocket to be found later. It's not considered forgetting if its just belated. Besides, Independence Day is far more awesome than Canada Day.
The rest of the party goes relatively smoothly, other than Russia stalking Lithuania for over two hours. France streaks around the neighborhood, but that is to be expected. Everyone leaves peacefully, and America is glad that they leave his house (mostly) intact. Japan, thoughtful as always, stays behind to help clean up. By the time the two of them are done and Japan leaves for his hotel room, it's almost 3 AM in the morning, and it is no longer America's birthday. Even though he should be tired, America is still giddy over his party, and can't bring himself to go to bed yet.
Then, he spots England's gift sitting on the kitchen table.
Japan must have moved it. America walks over to the bagged package, circling around the gift as if it would attack him. Again. He wouldn't put it past England to pull a dirty trick like that. Growling in frustration, America decides he really is tired (except he's not) and heads upstairs to go to bed. England's gift is still unwrapped on the table.
America ignores the gift for four more days, all the while trying to guess what it could possibly be. It's probably not a game. England is too stuffy to give him something fun. Gift cards are out too, because there is too much packaging for that. America prays it isn't food, though he wouldn't be surprised if it was. A few years ago, England mailed him a box of scones for Independence Day. America knows they were poisoned. His hero senses (and the thick red goo coating the so called food) told him so.
Finally fed up with how the gift was taunting him (it was taunting him with a British accent, he swears!) America pulls the box out of the brightly colored bag and starts ripping open the wrapping paper. When he lifts off the lid, he blinks at what he finds inside.
It was another wrapped box.
America cannot help but scowl at the sight. Figures that England would make things complicated. So America rips into that box.
And then at the next one he finds inside.
Then the next.
Then the next.
At the end of it all, America is surrounded by boxes and wrapping paper, though he is guiltily elated at being able to open so many gifts. It's always fun to open up birthday presents, even when it is no longer your birthday. The very last box contains a cream colored envelope with his name written elegantly in England's handwriting on the face of it. Inside are two pieces of heavy paper, both of them covered in the swirling black lines of England's calligraphy.
The first one reads:
Happy Bir I wish You sodding
America,
I remembered that you found more enjoyment in opening your blasted presents than actually getting anything. At least you did when you were a child.
Love,
England
America gapes at the letter for a moment, torn between feeling amused and annoyed. He finally settles for brushing the words off as “typical England” and switches papers to read the second note. It is cleaner than the first, the words written more boldly and brightly. America likes how England opted to use blue paper for this letter.
Coupon
Good for one free favour.
Expiration Date: July 7th.
America grins wickedly, his mind whirling with possibilities.
And then, he checks the calendar. He has never hated the number “9” more in his entire life.