You burst through the door, "Hello!" stopping, puzzled, you tip your head, feeling your finger touche your chin. "Hello? Romano?" you walk through the door, before you feel arms wrap around you, hugging you graciously. You drop the shopping bags out of surprise and a gruff but gentle voice whispers in your ear, "Guess who, amore?"

You find yourself giggling, "R-Romano! Let me go!" you squirm under his grasp and he spins you around so you face him, before passionately pressing his lips up to yours. "I missed you," he said, in a cheesy manner.

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh, sure. You just want sex."

"No! No, no, no! Bella, if I wanted sex, we'd be in bed right now."

Turning away to pick up your bags, you feel your face go red as you inwardly admit to yourself that it's not a bad idea.

"Guess what, bella?" you turn, your shopping bags in your hands, as Romano smiles at you, gently rocking back and forth on his heels. "What?" you ask almost impatiently, and Romano smiles again, his face go a little red as he lays his hands on your shoulders, spinning you gently before placing his hands over your eyes. You feel him gently push you forward, "Come on, bella! I have a surprise for you!"

"Romano," you whine, dropping the shopping bags on the floor. He leads you through the house, you feel his breath on your neck as your heels clack gently on the floor. You feel him remove the hands from your face and you open your eyes to see Romano gesturing outside.

The patio is lite eccentrically and you feel shivers run up your spine as you see a tantizlizing array of pasta (With extra, extra tomato sauce) and wine on the table. A quintet of Roderich, Antonio, Feliciano, and Alfred stand in the back, smiling at you as you walk outside the glass door and on to the patio. Italian lights are happily stringed up, twinkling like the stars. The grass and small water feature twinkles in front of you, bringing a light atmosphere.

At Romano's discreet hand motions behind you, Antonio and Alfred begin playing guitar happily, Roderich accompanying them with his violin, and Feliciano singing softly. You turn around, wrapping your arms around Romano's neck you press your lips up against his earnestly, surprised at the very thought of the gift. You feel his face go red as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you back. You break away after a few moments and smile, "Romano," you say lovingly.

His eyes meet yours, dark brown pools of love staring back at you. He removes his arms from your waist, moving to draw open a chair, "Il mio amore," he says, gesturing towards the seat. You smile, taking the seat as he pushes you in before hustling towards his side of the table and sitting down himself.

He picks up his wine glass, filled with luscious red wine, you copy him, gently clinking glasses as you hear Feliciano hit a high note, his voice gentle and rich in the soft night air, the virtually nonexistent breeze brings his voice to your ears as Alfred joins in afterwards.

"Ti amo, bella. Happy birthday."

OH MY GOSH, HAPPY BIRTHDA MAR~!

Bella-Beautiful

Il mio amore-My love

Ti amo-I love you