hey changeling here, just posting this new story. came to me a day or two before july 4th...and the happy birthday song i heard on hatena helped too. so poof there was inspiration. well review if read. please and thank you.
I OWN NOTHING FROM HETALIA.
Birthday Blues
'The ringing wont stop. Why wont it stop? Someone make it stop.' A bundle of blankets were piled onto a bed next to the ringing phone that sat on the night stand. A grumble and a curse come out from the blankets as a hand shot out and grabed the phone. A sleepy hello came from somewhere under the blankets. "They forgot you too didn't they?" came a quiet voice from the other side of the line. The body under the blankets sat up, the persons blonde hair was rumpled from sleep. The person rubbed the sleep from his blue eyes that were all red and puffy. "yeah." There was a pause on the line and a small I'm coming over, then a click. The person that was sitting on the bed was none other than our 'hero' Alfred F. Jones. He was wearing a ratty old long sleeve red, white and blue sweat shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. He is currently sitting cross legged on his bed clutching at his pillow. Eyes cloudy with sadness and down cast, mouth set in a grim line, skin pale, hair a mess, glasses askew. He looked a mess. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on his front door. Slowly but surely Alfred got up out of bed and trudged down stairs. When he reached the front door and opend it there stood his brother matthew, who also looked sad and down trodden. Even more than usual. He was holding kumajiro like always, he was wearing faded white jeans, a baggy red shirt with his nations flag on the front and a white jacket that was way to big for his slight frame. Alfred backed away from the door to allow matthew in. Once Matthew made his way inside he set kuma down and Alfred shut the door. Matthew turns and looks at him and frowns. "I understand forgetting mine, but they never forget yours." Alfed looks at him fresh tears gathering at his eyes as he wraps his brother in a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry mattie. I now know how it feels when they forget yours. And I'm so sorry for the times I forgot myself." his tears fall unashamed because mattie is his brother and understands. Matthew smiles and hugs him back. "It's alright Alfred. Atleast when you do remember you always through me a big party or get me a really big gift. And you rememberd this time and you still got me a big gift." Matthew rubs Alfreds back to sooth him. He knew Al wasnt used to his friends forgetting his birthday. Unfortuantly Mattie was, everyone except his people, never rememberd the national holiday of canada's independence day, other wise known as Matthew's birthday. Though how people forgot Alfred's birthday he'll never know. July fourth is widely known as Alfred's birthday. And yet even Arthor aka England, forgot. He always called America on the fourth. But not this time. It was now two days after the fact and no one called, sent him a letter, or came over to tell him happy birthday. The only person who did rememebr was Matthew. Alfred smiled and hugged mattie tighter. "You're the best brother anyone could ask for mattie. Love you bro." Matthew smiles and returns the embrace. "Love you too alfi." he lets go and steps back. "So what shall we do today? I know it's the sixth but we're going to do something for both of our birthdays." Alfred stares at Matthew, completely shocked at his brother. Who usually just wanted to stay inside all day. Alfred's face broke into his usual smile as he once again pulled mattie into a back breaking hug. "oh your the best brother ever! I'll be right back. I have to change." He lets matthew go and runs upstairs where rumbling and tumbling could be heard along with a few crashes and curses. Matthew chuckles "He'll never change." A tap on his pants leg reminded him of the other living thing in the house. He looked down and saw that kuma had his paw on his leg, the bear just looked bored. "who?" canada sighs and just picks the bear up and waits for Alfreds return. When Al came back down he was wearing white wash faded blue jeans, a white shirt that had 'I 3 Big Mac!' on the front, and his always present bomber jacket. "ok I'm ready lets go." he grabs Matthew's arm and heads out the door, locking it behind him.