Okay, I seriously meant to upload this wayyyyyy earlier today, but I had work and then when I finally finished it I didn't have internet. Well, here's Germany's birthday story, even though it's already the 4th in Germany. (Just to clarify, later in the story when Russia appears, he was already on his way to Germany's house and just happened to arrive right when his name was mentioned.)
EDIT: The three birthdays Prussia mentions are being added to this story if you're curious.
Hetalia and all these characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
"Germany, Germany!" The blonde nation looked up from his breakfast to see Italy flapping his arms and running toward him.
He sighed and replied, "What is it this time, Italy? And put some clothes on!"
Italy threw himself onto Germany and said, "Happy Birthday, Germany!" Before he knew it, the pasta-loving country was in a headlock.
"How many times have I told you not to jump on me when you're naked?!" Germany said, dropping Italy onto the ground before handing him his jacket.
"But Germany, it's your birthday! I brought you a present," Italy said before thrusting a box into the blonde's face.
Flustered, Germany mumbled, "You didn't have to do that."
"Open it, open it!"
Germany looked at the box. It was covered in wrapping paper with potatoes and beer floating around. Italy had also written 'To: Germany, From: Your Best Friend'. Expecting to receive a plate of pasta like last year, Germany unwrapped the gift and opened the box.
Inside wasn't food, but a small painting of him and Italy, holding hands.
Germany's face grew red and he shouted, "What is this?! It looks like something a married couple would hang over a fire!"
"It's a picture of us being friends!"
"But why are we holding hands?!"
"That's to show our friendship! Don't you love it?" At that moment, South Italy arrived at the door, holding his side and wheezing.
"I thought I told you not to go over to his house, you little shit," he finally said when he caught his breath.
"But, Romano, it's his birthday. Aren't you going to wish him happy birthday?" Italy said.
"No, I'm not going to wish that potato bastard happy birthday! Wait, what the hell is that?!" Romano yelled when he saw the painting.
"It's his present I made for—" Italy was cut off by his brother running toward Germany and jumping at him. Instead of knocking him to the ground, Romano fell backwards.
"Why do you two always insist on jumping on me?" Germany asked.
Romano ignored him and spat back, "Get away from Veneziano, you perverted potato." He sprang up and grabbed Italy's wrist, dragging him to the door.
"Bye, Germany! I'll see you later!" Italy waved at Germany with his free hand before disappearing out the door.
There's another one of my coats taken over by Italy, Germany thought. He looked at the painting again and walked into his room.
He worked so hard on it; I wouldn't want to just throw it away. He tucked the portrait in the back of his closet, next to the push broom he'd always had a strange attachment to. Germany went back to finish his breakfast with a small smile on his face, thinking his birthday might not be too terrible this year.
After breakfast, Germany was finally beginning his paperwork for the day when the phone started ringing. I swear if that's Italy again…
"Hallo?" he said into the phone.
"Yo, Germany! How ya been?" America yelled back, causing Germany to jerk the phone away from his ear. Why is he always so loud?
"I'm fine. Did you need something, America?"
"I was just calling to say happy birthday. Dude, did you know that I'm totally older than you? Germany is only 25 years old!"
"I don't think it works like that. See, before I was the Bundesrepublik Deutschland, I was the Weimar—"
"Whoa, too many words I don't know. Stop trying to deny it; I remember when you and Prussia were reunified, so I know what I'm talking about." Does he not remember fighting me in both world wars? Maybe if I agree he'll go away.
"Alright, America, you're right. Was there anything else?"
"Nah man, I've gotta get going. I have a meeting with the boss at seven, and I wanna have time to stop at Mickey D's along the way. I'll see ya later."
"Auf wiedersehen."
Germany hung up and put the phone back. Mein gott, he's almost as bad as Prussia.
"West! Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!" Prussia yelled as he slammed open the door to Germany's office. Speak of the devil.
"Danke, Bruder, but I'm very busy so if you could just—" Germany tried to say.
"Nein, nein, this is important. Do you remember that one birthday when you got super drunk and prank called Russia?"
"That was you."
"Oh. What about that one when you stole a goat and—"
"Also you."
"Really? Man, I'm so awesome. Wait, wait, this one was you, I'm sure of it. It was a few years ago when you got seriously hammered and called Italy—" Germany's face turned scarlet as he clamped a hand over Prussia's mouth.
"Don't ever bring that up again or I swear, I'll give you back to Russia," Germany threatened before letting go of his brother.
"You said my name?" Russia asked from the doorway. When did he get here?!
"What the hell are you doing here?" Prussia demanded.
"I'm delivering a birthday card to Germany," the larger nation said.
"Well, why didn't you just mail it then? We don't want you here," Prussia said. It's not even noon and I'm already getting a headache.
"Nyet, I heard Germany say he'll give you back to me, da?"
"Yeah right, like I'd ever go back to—"
"Both of you shut up! Russia, you are not getting mein Bruder back. Bruder, stop harassing him."
"Maybe some other day then, Prussia! I do miss having you around the house. Here's your letter, Germany, and here's the ones the mailman dropped when he saw me and ran away. I wonder why he did that? Well, bye!" Russia left the room while Prussia stuck his tongue out at his back.
"I hate that guy. Like the awesome Prussia would ever go back to his place; it sucked!"
"Bruder, if you don't need anything, I think I'm going to get back to work."
"Aw, come on, West, let's open those letters! I want to see what everyone wrote."
"Nein, I'm busy. Go bother Austria."
"Fine, but you're not getting out of the party tonight. I ordered three barrels of the finest Deutsches Bier. Hopefully that'll be enough."
"It'll be plenty, besides we can always get more. Now, if you wouldn't mind?"
"Ja, ja, I'm leaving." The door to Germany's study was shut, once again bringing blessed silence over the room.
The next day:
Germany groaned and opened his eyes, looking around him. For some reason, he didn't have a shirt on, and he was holding a tomato. He looked over and saw Prussia passed out on the ground next to him.
"Bruder, wake up," he said as he shook the albino's shoulders.
"Man, that was one hell of a party. Where are we?" Prussia mumbled sleepily.
"I think we're in the backyard. Do you know what happened last night?" Germany asked.
"Let me think. We drank a lot at the party. I think we ended up going to get more beer. Wait, I remember now! We snuck into Spain's garden and stole all his tomatoes," Prussia said.
"Great, now we have to—" Germany said before getting cut off by a shout in the distance. He stared at the figure for a moment and continued, "Why is Romano running toward us?"
"Oh crap," Prussia said. "There was more. We saw Romano walking into Spain's house and ambushed him with tomatoes."
"Please tell me that was a dream you had."
"Judging by the look on his face, I'd say it happened. Well, I think it's time for the awesome Prussia to get the hell out of here."
"I think I'll join you." Germany and Prussia stood up and ran away from the angry Italian, trying to avoid owning up to what they did for as long as possible. As much as I hate to admit it, that was a pretty good birthday.
Letters for Germany:
My friend Germany,
Happy Birthday! I wanted you to know that there are no hard feelings over what happened 25 years ago. I'm confident I'll eventually get all my old friends to come back to live with me again, but in the mean time you should be coming over to visit, da?
XOXO,
Russia
Dear Germany,
Happy birthday, old chap. I've baked you some scones to enjoy with your afternoon tea. Enjoy!
Sincerely,
England
Germany,
Happy birthday, mon ami. Take my advice and don't eat those scones that Eyebrows made for you. You could assassinate someone with one of those.
France
Germany-san,
I'm writing this letter to formally wish you a joyous birthday. Please accept my congratulations on the 25th anniversary of your reunification with your brother. I'm sending some miniaturized statues of your Brandenburg Gate along with this letter. I deeply hope you like them.
With respect,
Japan
Germany,
Happy birthday.
Poland
p.s. I, like, still hate you and your stupid brother.
And that's it! Hopefully it's not terrible :\ Also to explain America's comment about being older than Germany: the current Germany we know today has only been around for 25 years since the BRD (West Germany) and DDR (East Germany) were reunified on October 3rd, 1990.
Nyet (Russian)- No [this is how I always see it written in other fanfics, but google translate is telling me there's no y.]
Hallo (German)- Do I really need to do this one?
Bundesrepublik Deutschland (German)- Federal Republic of Germany
Weimar (German)- He was going to say Weimar Republik which is what Germany was after WWI before it became Nazi Germany [at least I believe this is correct]
Auf Wiedersehen (German): Goodbye
Mein gott (German)- My god
Alles gute zum Geburtstag (German)- Happy Birthday
Danke (German)- Thank you
Bruder (German)- Brother
Nein (German)- No
Deutsches Bier (German)- German Beer
I think that's all the translations. Sorry about all the German, I just think it's one of the coolest languages and I happen to actually know some.