Disclaimer: I disclaim all rights and responsibilities towards the characters and inspiration for this story, including the one birthday boy. This will be a short story told in short chapters. You've been warned.
Chapter 1: Ultimatum
In a small, warm house, there sat a family around a table. The mother cooed and the father smiled and the sister pulling her brother's long hair as they all waited for him to cut the cake.
That was the day the letter came.
It started with a knock on the door, and the man in army dress holding a parcel for the son.
The mother gazed down at it with abject horror, and reached out for it with a shaking hand, but the young man steadily took it from over her shoulder.
In the background, eighteen candles burned bright.
AN: Written as a long overdue... or long early... birthday gift for my superbly talented friend, SinnersLikeUs. She is also a mad shipper of the pairing that will very slowly develop in this story, so please go read her stuff, she's awesome. 100 words.