Athur Kirklands' porcelain skin glowed in the morning sun as his forest green eyes fluttered open. His smile wided when he saw the red note on his partners pillow.
"Walk down stairs, love."
Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow but reluctantly got up and dressed. Walking down he noticed another note on the wall:
"Go into the kitchen, sexy."
The happy Brit chuckled gently and waltzed into the dingy kitchen to see another note, but this one shaped as a love heart.
"Go to the garden little one for a surprise!"
At top speed he ran into his garden to see his beautiful older brother Ian, who was holding a bouquet of red roses.
'Happy birthday Arthur!' yelled a hyper Scotsman. The blonde jumped into the taller redheads arms kissing him greedily 'Thank you. Wanna have some cake?' he winked, with an added smirk of sweetness.