Happy Bday, Vexed!! (Sorry it's sooo late. XD)
Title: The Bestest Birthday Ever!
Author: kira
Genre: slice of life
Characters: Chibitalia, Holy Roman Empire, Austria, Hungary
Rating: G
Word count: 1027
Warning/Spoilers: none
Summary: Chibitalia was having a bad day on her birthday, until Holy Roman Empire saves the day…
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kat for pinking this for me. Also, I know Chibitalia's really a boy; I'm just referring to him as a girl as HRE thinks he's one.
Happy bday, Vexed, with love…
Chibitalia, her face wet with tears, bustled about, doing her morning chores. She bit back a sob, thinking Signor Austria was a horrible monster. Today was her birthday and not that she ever expected a present or anything from him. She asked him as nicely as she could if they could have pasta for lunch in the hope that he would acquiesce to her simple request. Surely her favorite meal was not too much to ask on her special day? Unfortunately, Signor Austria did not agree with her and as soon as she was finished polishing the silverware, Chibitalia was hauled off to her room, along with the promise of no lunch for her. The click of the key in the lock was enough to bring another round of tears.
Holy Roman Empire was coming down the hall, a basket with a couple of kittens from the stable hidden inside for his little friend. He saw Austria locking the door and as his guardian turned to go, Holy Roman Empire called out, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Austria stared at him, hoping he would go away, as he put the key in his pocket.
“I see.” Holy Roman Empire stared back at him. “Now if you would be so kind as to unlock the door for me.”
Austria opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. As much as he wanted to deny his charge access, he really did not relish getting into an argument over it. Heaving a long suffering sigh, he unlocked the door and stalked off.
Holy Roman Empire watched him go, before knocking on her door. “Chibitalia…?” He knocked again when he heard her sniffling. “Chibitalia? Can I come in? I have something for you.”
“Okay…” Chibitalia sat up on her bed and wiped her eyes. She smiled when she saw him enter. “Holy Roma,” she said softly. He blushed and she giggled, her tears forgotten.
Looking away and back, Holy Roman Empire took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and held out the basket to her. “Here,” he mumbled. “Happy birthday.”
Chibitalia took the proffered basket. “Grazie!” She squealed with delight when the kittens inside meowed. “Gattini!” she cried. At his blank look, she said, “Kittens!” She giggled.
Holy Roman Empire found his cheeks heating up again. “Oh…” He sat down on the bed.
Chibitalia picked up a kitten and cuddled it. “Who’s a little cutie?”
You are… Holy Roman Empire thought. He sighed softly as he watched his little friend play with the kittens. He did not know who was cuter, Chibitalia or the kittens. He blushed when one of the kittens came over to him, crawled in his lap, curled up, and went to sleep. He stroked the kitten’s soft fur, all the while stealing glances at his little friend.
“They’re so cute! Can I keep them here?” Chibitalia rubbed her cheek against the kitten’s. The little bundle of fur meowed and she said something softly to it in Italian.
“I don’t see why not…” Holy Roman Empire replied.
“Grazie!” Chibitalia smiled and said to the kitten, “He said you can stay! I think you and your brother will love it here! Right, Holy Roma?”
He nodded. Holy Roman Empire looked down at the sleeping kitten, ignoring the dip in the bed, as he watched it sleep. He looked up to tell his little friend to stop bouncing so the kitten could sleep, when she leaned and kissed him. It was a chaste, little kiss, no more than a quick brush of her lips on his, however it was enough to set his cheeks aflame.
Chibitalia giggled. She always thought he looked adorable whenever he blushed and this was no different than all those other times. She put the kitten; she was holding, back in the basket. Reaching over, she carefully picked up the sleeping kitten in Holy Roman Empire’s lap and nestled him in the basket next to his sibling. Setting the basket aside, she sidled closer to Holy Roman Empire.
Eyes wide, Holy Roman Empire wondered what she was up to. A part of him wanted her to kiss him again; the other, terrified she would. Flustered, he simply sat there. When she leaned on him, he sighed softly. Unable to think of anything to say as a comfortable silence stretched between them, Holy Roman Empire surprised himself by resting his head against hers.
Chibitalia reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She shifted her weight and looked up at him. He was blushing again and she giggled as she contemplated kissing him again. Just when she decided to do it, someone knocked on the door. “Who is it?” Chibitalia quickly let go of Holy Roman Empire’s hand, never noticing just how quickly he had pulled his hand away.
“It’s only me,” Hungary said. “Can I come in? I brought you some lunch.”
“Signor Austria said I can’t have any lunch.” Chibitalia sniffed back her tears.
“You leave him to me,” Hungary said as she opened the door and came inside, carrying a tray.
Holy Roman Empire scooted off the bed. “Fräulein.”
“Sir.” Hungary smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made something different for lunch,” she said as she breezed past them to the wooden table by the window.
Chibitalia hurried over to it. She carefully packed away her paints and palette, before moving the painting, she had been working on, out of the way. When she was finished, Hungary set the tray down and took the covers off the plates. “How do you say it, Chibitalia? Mangia?”
Chibitalia was too busy eating her pasta to answer, so Holy Roman Empire answered for her. “I believe that’s correct.”
“Thanks.” Hungary smiled. “You can bring the tray down when it’s time to make dinner, Chibitalia.” Chuckling softly to herself, she left them alone to enjoy their lunch.
Chibitalia looked over at her friend. “This is the bestest birthday ever!” she said with a grin. “Grazie mille!” she said between mouthfuls.
Holy Roman Empire blushed. He had to admit, she was right; it was a fun birthday.
Author: kira
Genre: slice of life
Characters: Chibitalia, Holy Roman Empire, Austria, Hungary
Rating: G
Word count: 1027
Warning/Spoilers: none
Summary: Chibitalia was having a bad day on her birthday, until Holy Roman Empire saves the day…
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kat for pinking this for me. Also, I know Chibitalia's really a boy; I'm just referring to him as a girl as HRE thinks he's one.
Happy bday, Vexed, with love…
Chibitalia, her face wet with tears, bustled about, doing her morning chores. She bit back a sob, thinking Signor Austria was a horrible monster. Today was her birthday and not that she ever expected a present or anything from him. She asked him as nicely as she could if they could have pasta for lunch in the hope that he would acquiesce to her simple request. Surely her favorite meal was not too much to ask on her special day? Unfortunately, Signor Austria did not agree with her and as soon as she was finished polishing the silverware, Chibitalia was hauled off to her room, along with the promise of no lunch for her. The click of the key in the lock was enough to bring another round of tears.
Holy Roman Empire was coming down the hall, a basket with a couple of kittens from the stable hidden inside for his little friend. He saw Austria locking the door and as his guardian turned to go, Holy Roman Empire called out, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Austria stared at him, hoping he would go away, as he put the key in his pocket.
“I see.” Holy Roman Empire stared back at him. “Now if you would be so kind as to unlock the door for me.”
Austria opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. As much as he wanted to deny his charge access, he really did not relish getting into an argument over it. Heaving a long suffering sigh, he unlocked the door and stalked off.
Holy Roman Empire watched him go, before knocking on her door. “Chibitalia…?” He knocked again when he heard her sniffling. “Chibitalia? Can I come in? I have something for you.”
“Okay…” Chibitalia sat up on her bed and wiped her eyes. She smiled when she saw him enter. “Holy Roma,” she said softly. He blushed and she giggled, her tears forgotten.
Looking away and back, Holy Roman Empire took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and held out the basket to her. “Here,” he mumbled. “Happy birthday.”
Chibitalia took the proffered basket. “Grazie!” She squealed with delight when the kittens inside meowed. “Gattini!” she cried. At his blank look, she said, “Kittens!” She giggled.
Holy Roman Empire found his cheeks heating up again. “Oh…” He sat down on the bed.
Chibitalia picked up a kitten and cuddled it. “Who’s a little cutie?”
You are… Holy Roman Empire thought. He sighed softly as he watched his little friend play with the kittens. He did not know who was cuter, Chibitalia or the kittens. He blushed when one of the kittens came over to him, crawled in his lap, curled up, and went to sleep. He stroked the kitten’s soft fur, all the while stealing glances at his little friend.
“They’re so cute! Can I keep them here?” Chibitalia rubbed her cheek against the kitten’s. The little bundle of fur meowed and she said something softly to it in Italian.
“I don’t see why not…” Holy Roman Empire replied.
“Grazie!” Chibitalia smiled and said to the kitten, “He said you can stay! I think you and your brother will love it here! Right, Holy Roma?”
He nodded. Holy Roman Empire looked down at the sleeping kitten, ignoring the dip in the bed, as he watched it sleep. He looked up to tell his little friend to stop bouncing so the kitten could sleep, when she leaned and kissed him. It was a chaste, little kiss, no more than a quick brush of her lips on his, however it was enough to set his cheeks aflame.
Chibitalia giggled. She always thought he looked adorable whenever he blushed and this was no different than all those other times. She put the kitten; she was holding, back in the basket. Reaching over, she carefully picked up the sleeping kitten in Holy Roman Empire’s lap and nestled him in the basket next to his sibling. Setting the basket aside, she sidled closer to Holy Roman Empire.
Eyes wide, Holy Roman Empire wondered what she was up to. A part of him wanted her to kiss him again; the other, terrified she would. Flustered, he simply sat there. When she leaned on him, he sighed softly. Unable to think of anything to say as a comfortable silence stretched between them, Holy Roman Empire surprised himself by resting his head against hers.
Chibitalia reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She shifted her weight and looked up at him. He was blushing again and she giggled as she contemplated kissing him again. Just when she decided to do it, someone knocked on the door. “Who is it?” Chibitalia quickly let go of Holy Roman Empire’s hand, never noticing just how quickly he had pulled his hand away.
“It’s only me,” Hungary said. “Can I come in? I brought you some lunch.”
“Signor Austria said I can’t have any lunch.” Chibitalia sniffed back her tears.
“You leave him to me,” Hungary said as she opened the door and came inside, carrying a tray.
Holy Roman Empire scooted off the bed. “Fräulein.”
“Sir.” Hungary smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made something different for lunch,” she said as she breezed past them to the wooden table by the window.
Chibitalia hurried over to it. She carefully packed away her paints and palette, before moving the painting, she had been working on, out of the way. When she was finished, Hungary set the tray down and took the covers off the plates. “How do you say it, Chibitalia? Mangia?”
Chibitalia was too busy eating her pasta to answer, so Holy Roman Empire answered for her. “I believe that’s correct.”
“Thanks.” Hungary smiled. “You can bring the tray down when it’s time to make dinner, Chibitalia.” Chuckling softly to herself, she left them alone to enjoy their lunch.
Chibitalia looked over at her friend. “This is the bestest birthday ever!” she said with a grin. “Grazie mille!” she said between mouthfuls.
Holy Roman Empire blushed. He had to admit, she was right; it was a fun birthday.