'Ello Puppets! This is my third uploaded fanfiction and first one with multiple chapters (Le Gasp!), so I hope you enjoy!

This story came from two random ideas I decided to combine into one fanfiction. Each Chapter is from a different perspective: Canada, England, America, France, then it repeats that pattern.

Don't Necessarily Judge the Story by the Title or First Chapter!

Warnings:Major use of both human and country names; Sobfic (be prepared with tissues if you are sensitive like me), Injury to lovable characters (physically, mentally and emotionally), Cliffhangers, Slight swearing and angst, Possible out-of-character characters.

Pretty sure that covers most of it... I'll rate it T for now.

Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. I'm not being paid by anyone to write. I only own the ideas, story, and diction. If I owned Hetalia, Poland would have multiple ponies in rainbow colors, and Belarus would rule the world, with help from Canada and Korea.

1: Canada's Perspective

Matthew had finally drifted off to sleep while clutching his fluffy white bear to his softly rising and falling chest when the silence was shattered by a loud melody echoing from his bedside table, "Let Me be your Hero" or something of that sort. He groaned and reluctantly slid his hand out of the warm blankets to grab the top bun off of the hamburger-phone, quietly cursing Alfred for having given him such an annoying sixteenth birthday gift.

"Hello?"

"Mathieu! Mon petit chouchou, I hope I did not wake you?"

"Francis Nii-san... actually you…"

"I just had the most wonderful idea spring into my head, and I knew I had to tell you immediately!"

"If this has anything to do with M-rated things that I shouldn't even know about at this age if I had not been raised by you…"

"Mathieu, do you think so little of me? I have thoughts not involving vital regions you know!" Since when? Matthew thought to himself while cocking an eyebrow. "Well, you know January fourth has just passed?"

"Uh… yeah?"

"Alfred has been bothering you about plans for a three-way half birthday celebration for us, non?"

"Francis, I warned you about the M-rated…"

"Oh, shush! You silly boy, I was thinking about L'Angleterre."

"Arthur Nii-san? What about him?"

"Do you have any idea when his birthday is? I raised him, and I don't even know!" Canada thought about it a minute. This was true. He could never remember England having ever mentioned his own birthday. The only birthdays he even mentioned were America's, on which most other countries avoided the British man in his usual drunken depression, and France's, on which every country knew to avoid Francis at all costs (especially Arthur) for fear of their vital regions being invaded.

"Mathieu?"

"Sorry, I'm here. No… I have no idea when Arthur's birthday is. I honestly never really thought about it before." He felt a pang of guilt in his chest; he ought to have thought about it before.

"I think we should throw him a party instead. We can make him think it's the annual half-birthday soirée. It's supposed to be at his house this year anyway. I'm certain Alfred would have even more fun planning L'Angleterre a party! What do you think?"

"This is a surprisingly thoughtful proposal coming from you, France Nii-san…" He cut off Francis' retort, "I think it's a marvelous idea!"

"It is quite wonderful, non? I believe I should be rewarded for such a grand idea; I'll come over in a couple hours to help with the plans, and I'll expect a large stack of your pancakes when I arrive!"

"France Nii-san, do you even realize what time…" The dial tone sounded as Matthew groaned. Knowing the French man, he would arrive quite 'fashionably' late, so the Canadian curled back up under the comforter and drifted off into dreamland.

Congratulations on finishing chapter 1! Thank you so much for reading this! Reviews are much adored.

I have a large portion of this story written already and plan to update every few days, so be expecting... not like 9 months expecting... I mean... like... like... crap, I'm totally like turning into Poland! Like where's my pony?!

Dictionary of Doom

Mathieu - Matthew in French

Nii-san - Older Brother in Japanese

Mon petit chouchou - My little cabbage (In France, this is a term of great endearment... I'm serious...)

L'Angleterre - England in French

Soirée - Evening Party in let me guess... French?