"Hey, Bels! Bela, Belaruster, today's your birthday! Why are you sitting around reading? Especially Twilight! Do you want your brain to explode on your birthday?"
Belarus glared up at Alfred, annoyed. "Why is it your concern what I do on my birthday?"
"Well, I'm the hero and you're my girlfriend meaning that I have to nake your birthday totally awesome!"
"I appreciate the thought, but all I would like to do today is read. And quite possibly use you for knife throwing target practice."
"No! Please, just no! Last time you almost chopped my balls off!"
"Fine..."
"Anyway, this birthday is gonna be the best birthday in the history of birthdays, past present and future! Birthday!"
"I would love to see this go horribly wrong, but I do not have the energy or the time."
"Whaddaya wanna do here? Play Call of Duty? You love shooting people!"
"No, and I prefer stabbing. Enflicts more pain."
"Dude, you're making me fail at this. What do you want for your birthday?"
"Peace and quiet."
America frowned and whined. "Then I guess you don't your birthday present..."
Belarus sighed,"What? What is it?" She had then taken notice that his hands were behind his back, as if he was hiding something.
With a charming smile, he pulled a plushie-of himself- from behind his back. "It's me! Plushie form! Best present ever! For reals, yo!"
"Your arrogance sickens me. But thank you, for the extremely shallow gift."
"Anything for my honey bunch!"
"Do not call me that ever again."
"'Kay, got it."