(Disclaimer: This is being submitted to fanfiction.net. Obviously not mine.

This was written for a prompt at an lj-community asking for a 300-words-or-less drabble. I decided to try different style, and I don't think it's as effective as it could have been, so any critiques would be lovely.)

"What are you doing here, frog?"

"I was invited, bien sûr."

"Why would America invite you?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Better yet, why did you show up? I thought you didn't like him."

"That—is of no concern to you, wine-loving bastard."

"Then it does not matter why I was—did you hear that?"

"That loud crash? It sounded like it came from inside the house."

The two Nations enter the unlocked house and make their way to the kitchen. The sight that greats them makes them pause before England finally asks, "America? Canada? Why is there cake batter everywhere?"

The younger Nations look at each other, at the cake batter dripping in a comical fashion before laughing at what they feel is a hilarious situation. England and France watch the two boys, still not understanding.

"So much for the surprise cake," America says a minute or two later, both him and Canada still chuckling at odd intervals. They look at each other, a silent countdown passing silently between them before they simultaneously look towards France and England, grinning. "Happy Father's Day!" And then, before either father Nation could protest, they are pulled together for a group hug, cake batter now decorating their once clean clothes.