*totally gave up on Unexpected Love* If you guys want me to continue it, I have chapter 8 halfway done anyways XD I just…..got lazy….and didn't have the muse apparently XD Sorry though ;w; I will continue it if people like it enough, but here is 2p!Hetalia stuff :D I fell in love with it so like…yeah.

ENJOY~

He was striding throughout his house, dusting and adjusting the place. A big smile was on his face the entire time of his cleaning.

Oliver Kirkland, an orange-haired man with blue eyes and adorable freckles speckled all over him, was doing his usual cleaning he does once a week. He suddenly stops when he hears a familiar groan come from his bedroom, "Oh goodness, I hope I didn't wake him up again…" he thought as he put down his duster and adjusted his pink cleaning apron, then scurried to his bedroom.

Opening the door he finds Alfred, well, the second dimension Alfred, slowly getting out of their bed, yes, they both share a bed. The American glanced at Oliver, then yawned, "…..Morning." he hoarsely said whilst rubbing his eyes. The Englishman smiled and hurried over to kiss the others cheek with a cheery "Good Morning!" to greet him.

"How are you? Are you well, Alfred? Would you like breakfast?" Oliver asked cheerily, usually he was never this happy, but today was a special day and he hoped that Alfred would notice. The American only looked at him with a face of confusion and sleepiness.

"The Hell's wrong with you this morning? You're happy." He simply said, then trudged to their closet and grabbed a random black shirt and regular jeans with half-opened eyes. Oliver only stood there looking at him with a mixture of slight hurt and disappointment.

"….I guess you forgot then..." the Englishman said with a slightly hurt tone mixed in his voice, then swiftly left the room to finish his cleaning. Alfred stood there, facing the closet, with a big fat smirk on his face.

"Of course I didn't forget, idiot." He murmured to himself then chuckled, knowing he had a plan up his sleeve.

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When he had finished his normal duties, Oliver hurried to lock himself in the restroom to sulk. How could Alfred forget? It made no sense, he always remembered his birthday! Even if Oliver never had said anything about when his birthday was coming up, he stilled remembered. How does he just forget this time?

As he sulked, Alfred was throwing on his jacket and before he opened the front door, he said loud enough so that his voice carried to Oliver, "Hey! I'm going out for a while, see yea later." Then left the house without further hesitation.

Oliver knew something must be up with this nonsense. No one forgets a birthday that easily. He has to think something was up….it was natural for two lovers to get suspicious over one another once in a while. Right? This isn't just some petty 'boyfriend forgets birthday' situation…..

Terrible start but…..yep. XD Gotta love Ollie…just….gotta. I shall give no spoilers . Rate and give me advice on this! Also, if you want to suggest what parts of the plot should be, then PM me ^^ I will gladly use them or maybe I won't. =w=

LOVE YOU GUYS~ BYE XD