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[ingreatdeeds]

[ Some people know that the birthday of the Confederates is December 20th. And those who know that often know they're the 'so what if it's my birthday, it just means I lived another year' types. Which is why, really, despite the day none or actually paying it any attention, to the point one or two may have completely forgotten, for that matter

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[ahamburgerhero]

(Consider this is repentance for a very late reply.)

[In his world, the Confederacy was more of a split personality, an alternate side to his then-shattered mentality. Though he had only fragmented memories- and painful, he might add, for he had to carry two sides' worth of thoughts- he knew the significance of certain dates in correspondence to the Confederate part that existed in him. Such was today, the twentieth of December, which Alfred preferred to ignore as a whole. It wasn't the birthdate the Confederate side of him had picked, to begin with- that had been the fourth of February.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't have to be made completely unaware of the importance of today in correspondence to others...]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ooc; ♥]

[ Aaron is simply snaking on some holiday candies he's found, lounging on a couch in one of HQ's many living rooms. He's managed to get a radio playing on a country station, radios really were his favorite modern invention. He doesn't initially notice the familiar presence, mind in other places when not listening to the songs.

When he does finally realize he's not exactly alone anymore, he glances up, and a moment passes before he picks up some piece of candy and holds it out towards Alfred. The date's slipped his mind. ]

Hey.

[ahamburgerhero]

... hey... [He greeted back with a nod as he made his was closer to Aaron and picked up the candy.] So what'cha doing right now?

[ingreatdeeds]

Just restin'. Yerself?

[ He sits up properly, in case Alfred wanted to sit down. ]

[trajetmenzonges]

[France has got a cake. Quite a few, in fact - he's got a tray of miniature cakes. He's been doing a lot of baking lately (it's the Christmas season after all), and although he isn't currently aware that it's the CSA's birthday, he's more than happy to share.]

Ah, Confédération ! Care for a cake?

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Oh, those cakes look good, too. Aaron's looking at them a moment before catching himself, turning his gaze up to France himself. ]

If yer offerin', I wouldn' say no.

[trajetmensonges]

Of course I'm offering~! It would be terrible to deny someone of my gourmet desserts.

[He smiles easily and presents the tray to Aaron.]

Help yourself ♥

[ingreatdeeds]

When yer displayin' 'em li'e that, it sure would be.

[ He seems a bit torn between the two chocolately looking ones, before picking the third. ]

Why thank ya~

[usaisnumberwon]

[Well no subject lines now so...any of them are fine!]

*Alfred has forgotten. He even bought him a few bottles of whiskey and a teddy bear he can cuddle once he's as drunk as a skunk!*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!

[myempire_ofdirt]

[lol yeeeah, too lazy to edit and it doesn't make much of a differance anyway, I think XD]

[ Atleast one of them payed attention, because besides a passing thought, Aaron didn't think any more of it. He's attention is pretty quickly on that whiskey though, before giving his brother a quick hug. ]

Thanks, br'ther~

[usaisnumberwon]

*He hugs Aaron back.* You're welcome!

[myempire_ofdirt]

[ When he lets go of the hug, he turns his attention down to the whiskey. ]

Ya even got me tha good stuff, too.

[ Oh Al, he just loves you right now. ]

[latchkeycolony]

((I'd post a subject line about belated, but, LJ.))

[Colonial America doesn't know it's Aaron's birthday since he doesn't exist in CA's world. But he's still happy enough to run through the hall and yell when he sees Aaron, flushed and happy.] Big brother!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ooc; lol no worries~ ♥]

[ Aaron's still happy to see Alfred, smiling and walking over to greet Alfred with a quick hug. ]

Hey there~