A/N:

My sis takes credit for main prompt/idea~ I LOVE this prompt: Germany storage room cleaning, he finds the push broom italy gave to HR.

So much fun right? Not when half the story disappears on you and you have to write it all again! Urgggg...

Both human and country names used interchangably.

Disclaimer: Basically, if I owned Hetalia, this would be already established as an episode.

"VE~! Doitsu! Doitsu!" Italy ran down the hall way in a panic towards his boyfriend. "We don't have enough rooms!"

"Italy. What are you talking about?" Germany looked up from his cleaning just in time to grab the Italian and stop him from turning over the bucket of soapy water he had been using to clean the floors. "We have just enough rooms! I checked!"

"Noooo~!" Italy insisted, shaking his head. "Hong Kong called! He's coming after all!"

"Really?" Germany was surprised by this, as he hadn't expected such a big turnout for his birthday. He would feel honored if it didn't mean more work for him. "Well can't we use that spare room in the east wing? It's not big, but..."

"No, Doitsu! Seychelles is in that room!" Feli corrected. "There's no room for him~!"

"There has to be!" Ludwig was surprised again. He hadn't thought Seychelles was coming. Why would she come to his birthday? He didn't even know hers! "What about... no. All I have left is storage rooms! I guess I'll have to clean one out... I've been putting it off..."

"Perfect! So I'll tell him he can stay over after all!" With that, Feliciano bounded back down the hall again, happy as can be.

"Wait! There was a choice?" By the time Germany realized he could have just told him he had to stay in a hotel, Feli was gone. 'Ah well. I should have cleaned out that storage room long ago anyway.' he thought.

"Schizer! That's a lot of stuff!" Germany cursed himself for not just telling Hong Kong that he was out of room. The storage room he had picked was of medium size, but crammed with more stuff than he could have imagined would fit. There were old clothes and old weapons and old everything, all with more than a few layers of dust. It looked like one of his earlier storage rooms, where he had just jumbled everything together instead of separating everything in piles. More recently, he had been sorting his things into a weapons room, a clothing room, and so on. He really should get rid of it all, but only so much could be annonimously donated to various museums around the country each year without raising suspicion.

Brandishing his duster, Ludwig got to work sorting the objects and redistributing them to the proper rooms. It was tedious work, but every object brought back a memory. He even found Whilhelm's crown! It was actually sort of fun going back through his childhood. Then, suddenly, the objects became unfamiliar. The things he found came with no memory attatched. First, it was a small sword that he couldn't remember weilding. Then, it was a tiny black cape and hat set that looked so small that even that Kirkland brat, wouldn't fit in them. Next it was a small pushbroom. He stopped at the pushbroom for a moment. It held no memory, and it was so tiny, he couldn't possibly use it. Still, it was a broom, and Germany was never one to waste cleaning supplies, so he traveled down the hall to the cleaning closet to put it with the others.

"I wonder why I can't remember these things." Germany pondered as he walked. "Maybe Gilbert would know..." Germany decided to call his brother after he finished cleaning out the storage room just as he reached the cleaning closet. He nestled the pushbroom in with the other brooms. He had quite a collection, from 1871 to 1989. He had always kept his brooms, though he could never remember how he had gotten into that habit.

"I'll ask Gilbert about that too." He decided aloud.

"About what?"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Oh, Italy. Don't scare me like that!" Germany tried to catch his breath after jumping 5 feet in the air.

"Sorry, Doitsu..." Italy smiled absentmindedly. And stood there. In silence. Smiling.

"...Was there something you wanted to tell me...?" Germany prompted, interupting the silence.

"Ve~! Yes! I forgot to get the streamers, Doitsu!" Feli responded.

"Oh." Germany cursed himself for putting Feli on anything other than food. "Well I guess I could go out now... I'll finish cleaning out the room when I get back."

"Okay! I'll go make pasta!" Feli started towards the kitchen but Germany stopped him.

"No, Feliciano!" The last thing Ludwig needed was another bowl of pasta! Feli got very depressed if you didn't eat it all, but he gave you so much that you couldn't possibly fit it into one stomach! "Why don't you work on the posters! We need a poster for over the gift table and a present for over the food table. And the food is not only pasta, so it needs to say food. Don't make a sign that says pasta."

"Ve~! No problem!" Italy sloppily saluted to his boyfriend. "I will make such pretty posters, they will be even prettier than Doitsu, which is hard because Doitsu is so pretty!"

"Perfect." Germany blushed at the complement, but turned towards the door to hide the blush. "I will be back in less than an hour."

"Okay!" Italy waved goodbye to his boyfriend. "See you later!"

"Bye!"

The minute Germany was gone, Feliciano raced to the kitchen. He grabbed a mixing bowl and a spoon, setting the oven to 350 degrees on the way to the cabinet. He would need german sweet chocolate, all-purpose flour, baking soda, salt, butter, sugar, eggs...

Germany was at a loss. He could handle war, he could handle cleaning, he could even handle his adorable idiot boyfriend, but give him 50 different streamer choices and he crumbles.

"There are just so many!" he dispaired. "Do I buy the cheap purple ones? The expensive green ones? The set of rainbow? Ribbons? Tape? WHAT DO I DO?"

"First birthday party?" a sympathetic mother came over to the baffled country, a toddler on her hip and a child in between her legs.

"It certainly seems that way." He replied dejectedly.

"Boy or girl?"

A/N:

Okay, so I start with a short chapter, but they will get longer I promise!

I wasn't planning on it, but I think I like this helpful motherly figure, so I might drag her part out a bit more. In fact, I'm planning on dragging this story out a LOT. This may be my first major multi chap! Even more than 4 or 5 chapters! I hope I don't get bored! D:

I shall try to make this magnificent!