Prussia woke up that morning feeling as awsome as ever, and then he saw a calender and realized it was his "birthday". Awesome! His clock showed 6:15, but his brother was famous for resetting his clock in hopes of keeping him in the dark on his special day. He ran downstairs to the main room. All he found was a note, it read: Liebe, Bruder Preußen in der Feier für Ihre geburtstag haben wir uns entschlossen zu verlassen sie allein die am meisten "ehrfürchtige" Tag des Jahres in privat. Prussia visibly deflated thinking about how drunk he and Germany had gotten last year.

"I guess I wouldn't want a repeat of last year but still... ditching me on my birthday."

"Suprise!" Italy, Spain, France, and Germany yelled jumping out from diffrent spots around the room. Gilbird fluttered around his head chirping exitedly.

"Huh? I-I knew it the whole time!" Prussia

Italy was drooling over a big cake with a large number candle in the middle and Prussia's name on it, Spain and France standing on either side of Romano with their hands on his shoulders, and Germany was attemting a smile.

Prussia walked over to his younger brother with an evil smile on his face. "Say it!"

Germany Sighed. "Mein bruder ist ehrfürchtige."

The bad touch trio laughed.

"Ooh now blow out the candles so we can eat cake-" Italy started to say before Romano cut him off with a glare.

"Alright just one more time." Prussia said pulling out his phone and recording.

"Mein bruder Ist Ehrfürchtige." He coughed. "Rache schmeckt süßeste, wenn es unerwartete ist."

"What!"

"Joke! It was a joke!" Germany said blushing.

"Thats no way to talk to the awsomeness on his birthday is it little bro?"

"Come on lets cut the cake-" Italy said, but Romano was glareing and he got scared.

"I wish..." He made adevilish grin. "Dass Ungarn zeigte mir ihre Brüste."

"Gah Reden Sie nicht so!" Germany yelled flushing.

"Can we get this over with? I sick of you fucking potato-bastards already!"

"Romano! Why so mean? We all love you here especially me!" Spain said softly.

"Hmpth." Romano pouted.

"Yah! Now let's go drinking!" Prussia hollered.

"Ooh what shall we drink I'd recommend a fine French wine." France said.

"Beer!" The German brothers yelled together.

"Ve Ok."

France sighed. "Oui."

"Si!"

"Whatever gets me home fastest." Romano said rolling his eyes.

After arguing on the drive there it was decided they'd call a cab. When they arrive England is there arguing with America about... laquer and frogface. Prussia sneaks up on England and America encasing them in a big bear hug.

"Hey guy's here to celebrate?"

"Celebrate wha-"

Iggy slaped his hand over the clueless country's mouth. "Happy birthday Prussia."

Part 2

A few drink's later and Romano's passed out with Italy, France and Spain are to tippsey to stand, America took England home, but Prussia and Germany are still drinking.

"So West you think you can beat me at my favorite sport?"

"Drinking's a sport? *drunk swaying* You know so many things Prussia!"

"Huh? Yeah!" Prussia said thinking back to the very first time he took Germany drinking.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"You've been holding the same drink all night!"

"Uh...I didn't want to get as drunk as last year...I'm still really sorry about that I-"

"Ja but birthdays are tha days when you get to mess up and people still forgive you!"

"It's weird seeing you like this."

"Like what bruder?" He said emptying his mug.

"Drunk out of your mind bruder it's weird."

"I geuss it is, but if it's not somthing you do every day it's kindof fun! Now drink s-somthing!"

"O-K Kesheses...so you forgive me for last year?"

"No."

"But you said-"

"Joke bruder it vas a joke."

"Oh yeah right...I knew that!"

~And they drank till the lights wouln't shut up~