In the spirit of Fourth of July I decided to make a story that came to mind while watching the fireworks in Brooklyn.
America : Aren't you forgetting something
Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'Murica and I don't own Hetalia Hidekazu Himaruya does.
" Hey Alfred thing you like the it so far , just wait until you see the fireworks they are spectacular" said a mocha colored girl with curly brown hair and forest eyes.
" Yeah Dudette this was awesome just right for the heroes birthday." New York stood proudly looking out at the fireworks and watch as every country and citizen was awestruck by the display. But like every year one person was always missing, England. He was probably at some pub getting himself dirt drunk and complaining about America's ungratefulness.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a face all too familiar: one with bushy eyebrows and unruly blonde hair. " Hey wait up come back!"
In the nick of time she caught his arm and turned the man around. "England don't go it would make us all happy if you came." In his eyes it shown regret and sorrow. " Hey come on what happened all those years back are stories for the history book." Her eyes and words shared the same feelings made the Englishman stubbornness lessen. She easily pulled him over to America.
When the hero turn to see Arthur his wish finally came true: for Arthur to actually come to his birthday. His bright sapphire eyes lite up and he ran for New York and England. Alfred held on to the scone like his life depended on it. A single tear dropped out of his eyes and New York just smiled brightly. The trio soon went to the best part of the Brooklyn bridge to watch the rest of the fireworks show. America finally had the perfect birthday. With his sister's mega show and England's appearance he couldn't ask for more.