A.N. This is dedicated to kiduchiha, who's birthday present (is that spelled right? Can you believe I'm in high reading Kimi?) didn't get to her for like a month because Hong Kong is really far away and apparently doesn't have priority shipping. Stupid E-bay. Plus I've been nagging her at school about updating Roderich in Wonderland (which apparently I'm betaing). So hi Kim-Kim! And- OOH LOOK A SQUIRELL!

This is going to be a two-shot (sort of) because it will be two stories, since I had trouble picking one plot-line. It's going to be short seeing as I had only one day to do this and I'm only 13. I can only accomplish so much in those too few hours after school.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers (though if I could own Feliciano, believe me, I would!), I don't own birthdays, and I don't own kiduchiha (yet).

"I'm having second thoughts." whispered Germany. He and most of the other nations were standing outside of Japan's strange house where you weren't allowed to wear shoes. (A.N. seriously why?)

"Oh come on!" Romano whispered, "We've been planning this all month and if my time wasted then it will be all your fault potato bastard!"

Romano was wearing his mafia outfit just for this occasion. Isn't that nice?

"I agree with Germany," whispered China," the last time I tried to surprise Kiku he had a panic attack and my boss made us take therapy!"

"But it will be fun!" whisper exclaimed Italy, "There will be pasta and balloons and pasta and cake and pasta and presents and pasta…" Italy said dreamily.

"Let's do it!" yelled Prussia not so quietly.

Hungary beat him over the head with a frying pan. "SHHHH!" everyone whisper yelled.

"You nearly hit Gilbird!'

"I missed? Damn it hold still!"

"Pasta…!"

"Damn you potato bastard this is all your fault!"

"For Narnia!"

"SHUT UP!" said Germany.

"… but-"

The phrase "if looks could kill" went through Prussia's head.

"Ahem," Germany said, "Now that we're all done acting like children, let's think this through shall we. Option one: we go on with the plan as scheduled. Frankly I don't understand how Japan is still asleep. Option two: we leave and do absolutely nothing and risk having Japan think we forgot. Now both plans have their faults. Most of you probably won't make it out alive or mentally sound. But either way we need to make a choice and live with that choice! And if you can't deal with that I'm telling Japan all of your deep, dark secrets. And I mean all of them Romano."

"Alright then," said Hungary, "let's get it over with I guess."

All of the nations present tiptoed to Japan's room.

"On the count of 3."

"1"

"2"

"3!"

All of the nations burst through the door. "Surprise! Happy Birthd- HOLY SHIT!"

There are some things you can never un-see. Poor Japan and Greece. Should of picked another day to let out their sexual frustrations. Cover your eyes Italy!

Happy Birthday kiduchiha! I probably should have written this on your actual birthday but I'm a procrastinator. Sorry it was so short but it was short notice, and I couldn't write it at school because in math and reading Jordan insisted on attempting to read over my shoulder. I think I did pretty well though seeing as I wrote this in about an hour. Luv ya like a sister Kim-kim!

Next will be Hungary's birthday, but that's my only other plotline.