different story, different book. [Closed]
Characters: Canada, America, England
Location: Chinadarise and then Death By Pastry
Rating: PG yes
Time: July 1st, close to midnight
Description: The day has wound down and Matt's just a little disappointed a few certain family members forgot again.
Despite his earlier intentions (Which had been for his birthday to go unnoticed), he had to admit that the day had gone pretty nicely. Nothing big, just a dinner with some friends and a gift or two. It was nice and low-key, which is what Matt had wanted.
Though, one small thing nagged at him. Even though he didn't want any of the people he'd met here to really know about today, that didn't mean the people that should have already known could ignore it.
Or forget.
So at the end of the night, Canada flopped down in a chair, having promised the others he'd turn in soon enough. He checked his messages on his PDA and sighed at the result. Still nothing from Alfred OR Arthur. Arthur he could understand. He was forgetful and probably busy, but Alfred had no excuse.
Oh well.
Making a big deal out of it wasn't going to do him any favors. If they forgot, they forgot. Matt closed the PDA and leaned his head back against the recliner slowly closing his eyes.
Location: Chinadarise and then Death By Pastry
Rating: PG yes
Time: July 1st, close to midnight
Description: The day has wound down and Matt's just a little disappointed a few certain family members forgot again.
Despite his earlier intentions (Which had been for his birthday to go unnoticed), he had to admit that the day had gone pretty nicely. Nothing big, just a dinner with some friends and a gift or two. It was nice and low-key, which is what Matt had wanted.
Though, one small thing nagged at him. Even though he didn't want any of the people he'd met here to really know about today, that didn't mean the people that should have already known could ignore it.
Or forget.
So at the end of the night, Canada flopped down in a chair, having promised the others he'd turn in soon enough. He checked his messages on his PDA and sighed at the result. Still nothing from Alfred OR Arthur. Arthur he could understand. He was forgetful and probably busy, but Alfred had no excuse.
Oh well.
Making a big deal out of it wasn't going to do him any favors. If they forgot, they forgot. Matt closed the PDA and leaned his head back against the recliner slowly closing his eyes.