I dont own Hetalia, but I do own three shirts with an American, Canadian and English flags on them. ;)
"Hurry up, Eyebrows."
"Don't call me that and I'm moving as fast as I can!"
Arthur and Alfred hustled and bustled around the Jones household. At the moment, they were hauling a white table to the middle of the back yard to put with the red chairs, and Alfred was nearly dragging Arthur around.
"Is the cake ready?" Alfred asked hurriedly.
Checking his watch, Arthur nodded, "Almost but It might be a good idea to let it out now."
"Yeah, if we wait any longer, we'll have to use the crumbs as charcoal for barbeque," Alfred ducked as Arthur threw his handkerchief at him.
"Okay the cake is done, the chairs and table are outside and the snacks are ready. Are we forgetting something?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah, a bath," Alfred and Arthur were certainly dirty. Ever since early that morning, they were working nearly non-stop, and now the moment of truth was nearing, and they weren't ready.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's get cleaned up, but hurry," the boys split up to the bathrooms. Alfred may have been more excited than Arthur was, as he nearly fell in the shower three times for all his jittering. After a good 15 minutes of showering, he ran downstairs cleaned and dressed. Arthur wasn't back yet, but neither was his dad. With that, he ran in his dad's study and grabbed a big red and white striped box.
He normally would have kept presents in his room, but because it was very messy most of the time (mostly due to nearly three people staying in the room sometimes and Arthur just got tired of cleaning it), he hid it in his dad's study.
"Oh, there you are, Alfred," Arthur was dressed in his black jeans, red shirt and his huge bracelet of a national flag, trying not to look as punk as he normally did.
"Nice bracelet dude! He's really gonna like it," Alfred admired at Arthur's arm.
"Yeah, well I thought it might help get into the spirit of things," Arthur smiled, but then raised an eyebrow at the huge box Alfred had, "what is that?"
"Oh just a little surprise."
The boys attention was stolen by a car pulling in the driveway and with a mad dash, they sped to the backyard, fixing every little thing they found out of place and setting the food down.
"Be careful with that cake, Eyebrows."
"Call me that again and I'll punch you in the bloody face, four eyes."
"Where is Alfred?" a tiny voice asked from the kitchen.
"I dont know. I knew he would be excited to see you, so he has to be somewhere around here," Mr. Jones looked in his son's room and in the den, but he couldn't be found. Finally, he spotted bright colors coming from the backyard, "Hey, what's this?"
Mr. Jones and Matthew walked outside and were showered with confetti.
"Happy Birthday, Mattie!"
The boy standing next to Mr. Jones was in shock. No one ever remembered his birthday, not even his own mother (who decided it was a great time to take a vacation), so when he saw the Canadian themed party, he was almost driven to tears. Red and white tables were lined in a pattern, a huge pancake theme cake dripped in maple syrup. Even his older brother and his best friend had on Canadian related clothing on.
"You remembered my birthday?"
"Of course, little bro! I wanted to make sure you had a very special day. I missed you," Alfred pulled Mattie in for a hug.
The pair hadn't seen each other for nearly a year. When their parents divorced 5 years ago, their mom took Matthew, changed their last name to 'Williams' (her maiden name) and moved to Canada. The communication between them dwindled from visitation twice or three times a month to only major holidays, like Christmas. Now they only talked on the phone or by emails. Alfred missed having his brother around and wished he could see him more often.
"You two can stare at each other later," Arthur pushed the brothers toward the cake, "let's eat and enjoy Mattie's special day."
They ate, ate and ate some more and by early night fall, Mattie had 4 slices of his maple syrup drowned cake, Alfred had drank cokes until his heart content and Arthur didnt want to look at another maple leaf shaped sandwich.
"Guys, time to clean up," Mr. Jones called to them, but he had already cleaned up most of the party.
"Wait one more thing...actually two," Alfred ran to the giant striped box and handed it to Mattie, "this is for you."
Opening the box, Matthew revealed a white polar bear inside. Its footpads had red maple leaves and he wore a red sweatshirt that also sported a maple leaf.
"Remember the bear dad gave you? Mr. Kumaj-something or other?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah, Mr. Kumajiro. But I left him at our old house, I thought he would be thrown away by now" Matthew stared at the bear.
"Well, I found him when I was cleaning the attic and cleaned him up for you," Alfred smiled as his brother crashed into him with another hug.
"Thank you...thank you so much," Matthew hugged his brother tightly, crushing Mr. Kumajiro between them.
"And...here's you second surprise. Ready guys!" Arthur yelled to the back fence.
Fireworks of red and white exploded with excitement and the back gate opened up. On the other side, all their friends with gifts in tow. Gilbert and Ludwig, The Vargas brothers, Francis, Ivan, Wang, Everyone! They poured into the backyard with smiling faces.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATTHEW!" They all shouted.
Matthew smiled and hugged Mr. Kumajiro, who looked as if he was smiling at his long lost owner.
"Thank you everyone...Thank you for remembering my birthday."
Thank you so much for reading and for all those that didnt know: TODAY IS CANADA'S BIRTHDAY! In the midst of writing Pirate Angels and Demons, I wanted to write something special for Canada and maybe something special for America as well, since his birthday is on the 4th.
Again Thank you for reading my stories and I really appreciate all the reviews and comments made on them. I hope you have a wonderful Canada Day! I know I will! Maple Syrup for breakfast!