America sits bored in the meeting room. It's his wonderful birthday, andhe's stuck spending it listening to politics. He feels the happiness of all his citizens as they celebrate the wonderous day of American independence.

A knock on the door, interrupts a heated debate about the stock market.

"Excuse me," you say, your cheeks dusting a slight pink. "But there are some people here to see Mr. America." At the officials' disapproving glares, you add, "They said it was important."

The officials dismiss America, casting one more glare in your direction. You quickly duck out of the room, sighing in relief.

"Who came to see me?" America asks.

You smile. "I did."

America has a stupid blank look on his face. (When doesn't he?) He doesn't seem to understand.

"I came here to see you," you explain slowly. "I didn't think it was fair that you have to sit in that boring room all day, so I decided to bust you out."

A smile lights up Ameirca's face. "Thanks a million, [Name]! You're awesome."

Not as awesome as Prussia, you think jokingly.

"So where are we going?" America asks as the two of you exit the Capitol building.

"Your home," you reply ominously, not explaining any further.

You and America chat happily as you head to his home. He unlocks his door, and you both enter. The lights are all off. America enters the dining room. He turns on the light.

"Happy birthday, America!"

America is shocked.

Standing in the room decorated with American flags; stars; and a lot of red, white, and blue streamers and balloons are Lithuania, Estonia, Denmark, Prussia, China, Russia, Canada, France, Switzerland, Finland, Sweden, Spain, and Japan.

"Are you surprised, America?" you ask, a large smile plastered on your face. You'd conspired with Ameirca's boss, friends, "parents" from his colonial days. You wanted them to help you plan a birthday America wouldn't forget. Unfortunately, there was one person you called, who you never found out if he'd came...

You slip out of the room unnoticed to make a call. The phone rings, but he doesn't answer.

Jerk, you think, annoyed. He said he'd come.

"Is something wrong, [Name]?" Canada asks. You hadn't noticed that he'd been there the entire time.

You sigh. "England said he would come to America's party. He never showed up."

Canada smiles.

"I think I might know what happened." Noticing your confused face, he says, "Come with me."

You follow the Canadian to the front opens the door to reveal an unconcious male on the ground outside. Your temper rises at an alarming rate. You kick the body.

"WHAT THE BLOODY (CENSORED) WAS THAT FOR?"

You put on a sweet smile to greet the man, "Welcome to America's birthday party, Mr. Britian."