I'm tired, you know who owns Hetalia, you know America's will be coming out in four days, you dont know what some of these words are but you could guess, so please just enjoy and let me sleep?

Canada woke up one fine Canadian morning and stretched, a yawn escaping his slightly chapped lips. He snuggled into the covers, feeling lazy today.

"Oi, Cabrón." Canada groaned quietly at the noise, covering his face with his pillow. "Cabrón." The sound got a bit louder. Canada shifted a bit.

"WAKE UP AND SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF YOUR BIRTHDAY MORNING AIR!" Canada fell out of bed with a small yelp. He peeked out of the mountain of blankets that went down with him.

"I told you to wake up, amigo," Mexico chuckled. America laughed loudly.

"You thought we'd forget 'bout cha, didn't cha?" America inquired.

"You did, Idiota!" Mexico shot back.

"Sh'up!" America shot back. He looked down at Mexico's belt. "And stop wearin' my clothes, Bastard!" He added.

Mexico's face became smug. "This is a belt, America, not clothing," he smirked.

"All the same, its mine!" America shouted, jabbing a finger into Mexico's chest.

"Who reminded you?" Canada asked softly.

"Someone who is hell-a awesome!" Prussia laughed, pushing in between Canada's feuding older brothers. "Hey, you thought I wouldn't remember you, Mousie?" Prussia inquired, making an exaggerated offended face.

"W-well, no one else does," Canada stuttered.

"The retard-bear doesn't count," Prussia dismissed. Kumajiro glared up at him.

"You better not go to sleep, Albino Bastard," it growled. Prussia shivered. Gilbird chirped angrily at the polar bear.

"Now, now, both of you apologize," Canada chimed, picking up Kumajiro.

"I'm sorry, Kugiamo," Prussia said in mock-shame, emphasizing the wrong name.

"I'm sorry too, person-I-don't-know," Kumajiro replied in the same way. Canada giggled.

"Okay! So…let's go somewhere!" Prussia announced.

"Where?" Canada asked.

"Disney Land!" Mexico and America cheered at the same time.

"It's Mousie's choice," Prussia told them. They pouted. Canada rested his head on Prussia's arm lovingly.

"Gil, we can go, right?" He asked. Prussia looked down at him. Canada made cute puppy-dog eyes, sticking out his lower lip in a cute pout. "Pwease~? Giw, pwease~? Giwbo~?" Prussia looked away, blushing.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to Disney Land," he replied quickly.

"SCORE!" Canada shouted, exchanging high-fives with his older brothers. They went into the living room, where France was (of course) making sexual advances on England. America pulled England close to him, glaring at France.

"G-get off me, you-you bleeding git!" England spluttered. America laughed.

"Kay~, Iggy!" He sung, letting go. England brushed himself off and cleared his throat.

"Ahem, well, happy birthday, er, Canada," He stuttered. France pushed the Brit out of the way.

"Mon cher Mathieu~!" France cried, hugging the flustered nation. Prussia pulled the Frenchman away from Canada.

"Mousie doesn't need to be violated on his birthday, Franny. Any other day, but not on a special today," Prussia warned.

"Ouais, ouais, and tomorrow will be national France-Can't-Touch-Canada day, non?" France challenged.

"Possibly," Prussia glared. Canada tugged on Prussia's shirt sleeve.

"C'mon, Gil, let's go~!" He whined. Prussia nodded.

"Where are we going?" England asked.

Prussia called back over his shoulder, "Disney Land."

"Oh bloody hell."

After going on most of the rides, the three brothers, along with France, England, and Prussia had decided to go on some again. Splash Mountain, the Haunted Mansion (America sat out on that one), and the Pirates of the Caribbean (that was England's favorite) were some of the ones they went on.

"Come on, let's go on the Haunted Mansion again!" Canada begged Prussia. America hid behind England.

"I'm not!" He retorted.

"They aren't real ghosts, Cabrón!" Mexico urged. America pouted at him.

"Come on, you git, I'll hold your hand the entire time," England teased. America slowly nodded, much to their surprise.

"And after this, let's go to Sleeping Beauty's Castle for the fireworks," Prussia added. Canada smiled at him, causing him to blush.

France noticed that. "Actually, Mexico and I have somewhere else to go," France said quickly. Mexico whined as he was dragged away.

"I'm telling Papa Spain!" He complained. France rolled his eyes and continued to drag him.

"Well, that was strange," Canada frowned.

"A-CHOO!" Canada laughed as America rubbed his sore nose.

"I forgot you were sick," He smirked. America threw him the finger. "Thank you for the present," he added.

"Alright, let's get this over with," America muttered.

"AHHHH!" Canada glanced at Prussia. The Prussian quickly looked away from him. Canada frowned and turned to look at something else too.

"Will you stop shouting in my ear?"

"B-b-b-b-but i-i-i-i-it's sc-c-c-c-cary!"

"No it's not! I'm holding your hand, so-"

"AHHHH!"

"If you shout again, so help me God, you bloody twat, I'll-!"

"AHH-!" Suddenly, the scream was cut off. Canada frowned at Prussia. Prussia was equally as confused. What did England do to America? Something else popped out, and normally America would have screamed again like a little girl, but once again there was silence.

Both Prussia and Canada looked behind them at the two blondes. They were…kissing. Making out, actually. Canada turned around quickly, burying his face in Prussia's sweater. "Ew~!" He whined. Prussia snickered.

"Fireworks, fireworks, there will be fireworks at my birthday too!" America rambled on excitedly.

"Shut up, America," England grumbled. America thought about it.

"If I disobey you again, will I get the same 'punishment' as before?" America smirked. England's whole face went red.

Prussia dragged Canada away from the shouting Brit. They sat down on a bench, and sat in silence. They heard America's maniacal laughter from where they sat when the fireworks started. The bright colors lit up Canada's face more than it already was. Prussia took a deep breath.

'I can do this; this will be awesome! Because I'm doing it! Yeah, it will be fine,' Prussia reasoned with himself. Canada leaned his head on Prussia's arm. '…shit!'

"Gil, this has been the best birthday ever. I usually…usually spend my birthdays alone, so this…this means a lot to me," Canada mumbled, his voice getting all choked up.

Prussia leaned down and brushed his lips against Canada's own. Canada leaned into the kiss. As Prussia guessed from the sound of the Canadian's voice, the young blonde had started crying.

"Canada…Matthew, I love you," Prussia whispered in Canada's ear. Canada snuggled up to the Prussian.

"I love you too, Gil, so very much. Je t'aime," Canada smiled.

"Ich liebe dich," Prussia replied, trying to kiss Canada's cheek. Canada moved his head so Prussia was kissing his lips again.

"I think we've leveled up from the kiss on the cheek, oui?" Canada smirked.

"Oh, you dirty little Canadian," Prussia chuckled.

"Stop snogging up my son, Prussia!" England hissed. Prussia laughed, throwing Canada over his shoulder.

"Farwell, my friends! I'm off to seize Mousie's vitals!" Prussia called.

"EXCUSE ME?" England shouted back.

France smirked from his place in the bushes, setting down the camera. He turned to Mexico, who was texting.

"Who is that, Mexique?" He asked.

"Not Belarus," Mexico replied quickly.

"Oh, okay-what?"

"Gil?" Prussia looked over at the half-asleep Canadian in the passenger seat. "When we get home, can I top you?" He asked.

"No," Prussia snickered at the idea.

"But it is my birthday." Prussia deadpanned.

"Fine…if you have enough energy," Prussia smirked to himself.

"Okay, thanks!" Canada chirped, fully awake.

"…damn it."