A.N: So this is most definitely not my best work...I just really needed to write something...

"Ivan…Ivan vhat are you doing….Ivan…stahp…."

I mumbled incoherently, burying my head further and further under the pillow as the freezing cold hand of Ivan Braginski poked me yet again.

"Nyet. Get up."

He sighed for the tenth, possibly millionth time.

Alright, so I'm exaggerating, but he should know I don't do well with waking up, and especially not with waking up before the afternoon. However, the Russian was persistent, well trained, and absolutely heartless when it came to me in the morning.

And by heartless I mean he grabbed the covers and pulled them off the bed in an extremely un-awesome fashion.

I tried to gracefully lunge after the blankets, and was completely prepared to wage an all-out war for them. However, I ended up falling right in to the open arms of Ivan.

"Good morning to you as well, Gilbert."

He beamed, pulling me farther and farther away from the bed. I gave up, and pulled myself out of his arms. He was still smiling as I ran a hand through my hair in an attempt to smooth it, and yawned. I counted down the seconds in my head before I became awake enough to start yelling/arguing/doing anything else. Five…four…three…two…

"Vhat in sie name of Gott are you doing vaking mir up at…" I glanced back to the clock "Five thirty in sie Gott verdammt Morning?!"

And boom goes the dynamite.

But then, much to my annoyance, Ivan continued happily grinning from ear to ear.

"I wanted to wish first happy birthday to you, lyubov!"

He grinned, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with having gotten me out of bed at such an early hour for my….for my….oh my god it's my birthday. I jumped forward, hugging him with colossally awesome strength.

"Today is going to be AWESOME!"

I yelled, as he laughed happily.

"Da, da, now here's your present…"

And that was when I realized Ivan was naked.

The next morning when I woke up at approximately five in the evening still feeling hung over, tired, and sore in a place I shouldn't be, I could only think of one thing: BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!