England sighed softly as he sat on his balcony, looking down at his people milling around as they went about their every day business. Apart from the occasional red cross in the window no one seemed to remember or care that it was his birthday. He didn't really mind but he still remembered the times where his birthday had been a cause of celebration throughout the country. He'd had a phone call from his boss and another from the Queen but nothing else. It wasn't so bad though, he enjoyed the quiet time to reflect on the previous year. He didn't want or enjoy fuss and frivolities.

He flinched at a loud banging on his door before it was thrown open. He looked around to see America standing in the doorway looking very pleased with himself and holding a box. England was sure there was someone else with him but he couldn't think of who it was so he pushed it from his mind. He stood up and went into the apartment he was living in at the moment.

"What do you want America? I was enjoying the peace and quiet."

"Like, Happy Birthday dude!" America was loud and excitable, as usual, "I though I'd come round and spread the cheer. With cake! Everyone loves cake!"

With a flourish he opened the box to show England the cake he was holding. The older nation was surprised by how sedate it looked, just an ordinary cake iced like St George's Cross.

"Thank you," England smiled slightly, "It was very considerate of you, why don't you come in and put it in the kitchen."

"Cool!" America breezed past him and out of the room.

"Um... I helped make it..." Came a small voice.

England looked around in confusion before his bright green gaze rested on Canada, "Oh, sorry lad, I didn't see you there." He smiled at him, "Let's make sure America doesn't go completely overboard with the cake."

Canada smiled softly and nodded, violet eyes soft and warm as he followed England into the kitchen.

"America, you know I don't really want a fuss over my birthday. I was just going to sit and have a drink and maybe watch some movies." England sighed, watching as the younger nation butchered the cake into three pieces.

"Movies is a great idea! Let's all watch movies! You can pick, England!" America grinned, handing out the plates of cake to them all and bounding towards the living room.

England and Canada exchanged an exasperated glance before following him.

"That was awesome!" America whooped several hours later. They were midway though the third movie of the night by that point, "Wasn't that-" he broke off with a laugh as he turned to the others and saw they were both fast asleep. England was sitting up with his had tilted forwards and Canada was snuggled against him like a small child with his feet curled up underneath himself.

Still chuckling softly to himself America got a blanket off the other sofa and lay it over the pair of them before – more considerately than normal – turning down the volume on the TV. "Sleep well, brothers," he grinned before settling back down to watch the end of the film, allowing them to sleep on contentedly.

Author's Note: Okay so this was random inspiration at 4am. Again. Hetalia doesn't belong to me. This is completely written as if the characters are brothers.