Hey. Had this idea for a bit... Sorry it's a bit late but I got lazy and didn't want to type this.

I don't own Hetalia! Sadly...

France was awoken from his sleep by his phone ringing; He glanced at his clock and sighed. Midnight. Who could be calling him at this hour? Reaching over to decline the call so he could go back to sleep, he noticed who was calling him and smiled.

"Why would he be calling me?" France thought aloud, curiosity getting the best of him as he answered his phone. "Bonjour Rosbif. A bit early to be declaring your love, isn't it?" France had to chuckle when he heard the other man's scoff.

"And why on God's green earth would I do that, you bloody git?"

"Now why else would you be calling at this hour?"

"Well," England hesitated. "It's… I was just calling to wish you a happy birthday frog."

"You're calling this early to say happy birthday to moi?"

"Well, yes." France was genuinely shocked. Out of all the nations, England was one of the ones he least expected to call.

"Merci mon petite lapin."

"Hey, you um…" The voice on the other end of the line hesitated. "Nevermind."

"What is it?"

"You, um, got anything planned for later?"

"Non. Why?"

"W-well," England stuttered slightly. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to got out for drinks to, you know, celebrate." What? First a call to wish him a happy birthday and now asking him out for drinks. France chuckled to himself as he wondered if England might have eaten some bad scones.

"What's so funny frog?" England snapped.

"Rien… But oui rosbif. That would be magnique." France heard England sigh quietly, sounding relieved.

"Great! I'll come and get you at 6:30. That sound alright?"

"Sounds great. Well, merci again for the call Angleterre, but I think I'm going to go back to bed.

"Oh. Alright. See you later then."

"Oui. Au revoir." France hung up his phone and lay back in his bed, still in shock of the conversation. However, the Frenchman was still tired and soon fell back asleep.

As he slept, France had a dream. What exactly about, he couldn't quite remember. What he did remember though, was the overwhelming sense of happiness he had felt, a pair of joyful emerald eyes, and the feeling that he wanted to be the one to make those eyes shine with happiness.

When France woke up the next morning, his whole plan for the day was to sit around. Only when he was about half-way through his breakfast did he remember the conversation with England earlier that day, and a smile brightened his face.

"What time did he say again?" The Frenchman thought to himself. "6:30 I believe…" France checked his watch, finished his breakfast, and began getting ready for the day. It was still early, but it's not like he had anything else planned for the day.

Most of the day was spend hanging around his house. He just didn't feel like going out today, which was odd. It was his birthday wasn't it? Quite a few nations called him, but only a few came to visit. It wasn't until later in the evening that his best friends showed up.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Spain and Prussia yelled simultaneously when France opened the door.

"Bonjour mon amis." France laughed. "Come in, come in." Prussia walked in the house and immediately slumped down on the Frenchman's couch. Spain, on the other hand, gave his friend a hug when he came in. He pulled away, smiling, and went to go sit down next to Prussia. France went to sit on the separate chair facing his friends.

"So, where we planning to go tonight?" Prussia asked. "Your birthday, you get to pick."

"Actually, I already have plans for tonight." France smiled, earning surprised looks from the others.

"Doing what?" Prussia asked sarcastically.

"I have plans with Angleterre tonight." Spain raised his eyebrows and grinned at his friend.

"Congratulations mi amigo." Spain smiled. Prussia just rolled his eyes.

"I still don't know what you see in him France."

"You love a woman who you thought was a man half your life." France chuckled as his friend blushed. "L'amour est l'amour."

"Do you think you will tell him?" Spain asked politely.

"I don't know… What time is it anyways?" France checked his watch. 6:15. The man's eyes widened as he realized the time. "Time for you to go! Merci for stopping by." France ushered his friends out the door, despite their protests.

Once they were out, France sighed, leaning against the door and hurried upstairs to get ready before England got there.

Sorry if translations are wrong I used Google. Feel free to correct me! Please review and tell me what you think.