A/N: This is probably gonna be a two chapter stories! Hope you like it and sorry for any OOC.

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia. (T-T)

A small smile passed through a pair of pale soft lips. The owner was gazing serenely at a picture sitting on his desk consisting of his sweet boyfriend who was currently abroad on business. This thought dampened the smile and the man turned his head away. It was his birthday yet his boyfriend wasn't here to celebrate it with him. Not that he expected the guy to come at his beck and call, he's not a girl.

...But it had been three months. Three bloody months since he'd last seen the burger-munching idiot. Sure, they had been exchanging mails and text and sometimes calls (International calls are expensive) but it wasn't enough. He needed to have him beside him, needed his lips on his pale one and his big arms around his smaller frame. It was frustrating.

The alarm clock rang, signalling the beginning of his horrible day. He could already imagined it. His froggy French boss molesting him, his soft spoken Japanese friend comforting him and his brothers mock-present on his doorstep when he returned home. The routine was already engraved on his mind. A continuous ritual ever since his lover left.

Blinking back frustrated tears from his now dull emerald irises, Arthur Kirkland stood up and went to get ready for the day. Wearing his usual prim suit he grabbed his suitcase and strolled downstairs to prepare his morning tea. He would need it to help him make it through the day. Finishing his breakfast, he immediately went to work, making sure to lock the door first on his way.

When he reached his office, he was prepared to punch his boss when he greeted him... but nothing happened. Brows furrowed in confusion, he walked briskly towards his boss's office and found him actually doing his work.

"What are you planning frog?" He immediately accused his boss, pointing his finger as he glared for additional effect. Said frog calmly raised his head and smile upon seeing his favourite Englishman. Surprisingly not in a lecherous way.

"Arthur! What are you doing here working when you should be taking the day off enjoying you anniversaire! Or do you want to spend it in my house?" The French smirked, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. His large eyebrows ticking, Arthur immediately punched his boss and went to his personal office greeting his Japanese friend Kiku who just smiled kindly at him and wishing him a happy birthday..

Blinking, Arthur immediately asked "How do you know it was my birthday?" He swore he could Kiku stiffened at the question before he regained his calmed face and replied he saw it in Arthur resume. Suspicious at the answer but not wanting to offend his friend, Arthur just accepted the answer and quickly went to his desk. He was a bit shaken due to the changed from the normal routine and was a confused due to it. Did the faerie do something? He thought as he went to start on paperwork hoping that the changed was just due to today being his birthday.

He was reaching for the top pile paper when he saw a chocolate bar laying innocently on his desk with a post-it note stuck on it. Narrowing his eyes, he took the chocolate and pulled off the post-it without reading the notes to look at the chocolate. His eyes widen as he recognised the chocolate as caramel chocolate. His favourite! Not only that, it came from his favourite brand which was really expensive and delicious. His mouth watering, Arthur shook his head to think of who would go to such length to give him this present. His first thought was Francis which warranted him to immediately checking the chocolate wrapper to make sure it wasn't broken and no stimulating drug on it. His brothers were not an option since they'd rather eat such an expensive chocolate to themselves than give it to their younger brother. Kiku possibly but the Japanese man weren't the type to give anonymus present and would usually just hand it to the Englishman personally. Thinking deeply of a name, he raised his hand which was holding the note to his chin. The post-it note! He thought immediately. The sender must have wrote his name on them. With that, he straightened the crumpled up notes and found that there were no names, only what seem to be a poem. A badly written poem that was somehow familiar and warm.

'A chocolate to start this day

To show you how sweet you are

Now, no delay

Go to the canteen and search the bar'

Confused at the written content, he tilted his head to the side and decided to ask Kiku since the Asian arrived quite early and would knew who wrote this note. He wanted to thank the person who gave him such a sweet gift, literally, in person. To do that, he needed to know who to thank.

" Sorry to bother Kiku, but by any chance do you happen to see who had entered my office this morning?" He inquired looking at the ebony eyes of his friend. The Asian man shook his head and he would have looked innocent if not for the amusement dancing around in his eyes.

"Why do you want to know?" The Japanese man asked, his hand moving to cover the bottom part of his face with the book (CoughYaoicough) he had been reading.

"Somebody put this on my desk." The blond man muttered blushing at showing the Japanese man the chocolate. Kiku just smiled taking the chocolate from Arthur and inspecting it. His smirk widen at the notes and his eyes glimmered at the prospect of having something he can only read (and watch) be in real life.

"I had no idea Arthur-san. Why don't you just went to the canteen and see what he meant by that." He advised giving the golden haired man his chocolate back. In his mind he was already devising a plan to see through this thing. He needed his camera.

Arthur just nodded sure that was the best way to find out the mastermind behind the present. He didn't know why he wanted to know the giver. All he know, there was only one person in the world that know he love caramel chocolate.

A/N: Again, sorry for any grammar mistake. I would like constructive criticism and any pointer!