I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/
America wasn't entirely sure where to find his quiet garden-worm (which was like a bookworm, but for gardening). In fact, he was quite certain he should know where to find the micronation, who had the body of a five year old at this point. He grew rather at a similar rate to a normal child, and this only made America all the more eager to be a part of his life.
The clink of dishes brought him the tiny micronation's bedroom. "Mol? You in here?"
The sight was... a surprise, to say the least.
Molossia was seated at a tiny table (meant for coloring), with all his stuffed animals, from Barney to Elmo to Moo-Moo, arranged around the table as apparent guests. Each of them had a cup of opened yogurt with a spoon in it, a bowl of cheerios, and what appeared to be a piece of bread slathered in ready-made frosting. Poor Moo-Moo, a white and black cow, had his face dipped in the chocolate frosting.
America stared a second, and that was when Molossia looked up.
"Hi," he said. He busily spread more frosting on a piece of bread with a spoon, as he was not allowed to have knives. "You wanna party?"
America walked into the room slowly. "Mol," he said, "What's all this?"
Molossia looked at him with the most serious look ever. Then, he said, like it was common sense, "This is an unbirthday party. Today is my unbirthday."
"Wha... Oh. Oh, Alice in Wonderland," America said, only really familiar with the Disney movie. He looked about at the stuffed animals, and wondered what exactly was going on. "Mol, why are you covering bread with frosting?"
Molossia sighed. "America, there is no cake. There are no chips. There is no ice cream. So, this is the party food."
America slapped his forehead. "I knew I needed to run out for groceries..."
"It's okay," Molossia said, sticking the spoon in his mouth. "It still tastes good. This was for Piggy, but you can have it first." He put a plate with a piece of frosted bread on it in front of America.
America considered this for a moment. On one hand, he could stop this party and clean it up, as Mol was not supposed to have food in his room. On the other... the kid was having fun and not hurting anybody.
"You know what?":
"What, America?"
A grin spread across America's face. "England would say there was far too little tea at this unbirthday party. Now, we don't have tea, but how's a mocha sound to you?"
Molossia's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Really, America? Really I can have mocha?"
America stood up with a laugh. "Of course! You can have as much as you want!"
He would regret this decision to caffeinate his young charge for the next few hours; however, he would treasure the memories for the next twenty years or so.
/AN/ I wanted to write something cute, and I haven't in a while. I hope it doesn't show, lol.