Gilbert watched Feliciano drag Ludwig off after wishing him a happy birthday, babbling on about pasta and white flags and how Lovino was doing, as usual. He grinned at the exasperatedly apologetic look his brother sent him and waved it off, turning to go back home.

It was time to eat that cake that Roderich had (reluctantly) sent him.

"Gilbert!"

Gilbert flinched and turned to face the Psychopathic Bitch With the Frying Pan (read: Elizabeta), eyeing her suspiciously. "What?"

Elizabeta approached him with a strange smile, bright green eyes sparkling. There was no frying pan in sight, so Gilbert allowed himself to relax, but didn't completely go off guard. "Hi Gilbert."

"…Hi." Gilbert's suspicion grew. "What are you doing here?" He really wanted to eat that cake…

"I just came to see you…" Elizabeta said evasively.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you with Roddy?"

Elizabeta's smile widened into a grin. "Arthur took him off somewhere."

"Ah…" Roderich had been spending a lot of time with Arthur lately. Gilbert wondered if he should be suspicious.

"Anyway, I just wanted to see you." Elizabeta said nonchalantly. "We haven't talked in a while."

"…Okay…" Gilbert slowly inched back in the direction he'd been going in, toward his house (and the cake), confused. What was she up to?

Elizabeta giggled and pulled him back, leaning up to kiss his cheek, which caused him to blush. "Happy birthday, Gilbert." She said with a grin, and left without another word.

Gilbert stared after her, holding his cheek (he was not blushing. It didn't matter how warm his face felt, he was not blushing, damnit). Where had that come from? Why had she kissed him? Given, it had only been on the cheek, so it could mean anything, but still. She'd never done that before…

…Oh well. At least she had remembered.

"Of course she remembered." He said to himself, turning back to continue his short journey home, smirking. "Who could forget the Awesome's birthday?"

With that thought, he made it home, and proceeded to attack the cake, unaware of a pair of bright green eyes watching him.

Happy birthday, Gilbert.

Prussia's fail birthday present.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GILBERT. WE LOVE YOU.

Prussia/Hungary. Because I wanted to do Austria/Prussia, but it was fail, and I had this idea first, so I wrote this instead.

You can all blame my growing toleration of this pairing on xxDawnxOfxHopexx. It's all~ her fault.
And I'll bet she's damn proud of it.

PS: England/Austria references FTW.