my inner Romano has offically died. I hope you Germany-lovers are happy! *continues dying*
Even before Germany fully woke up, he could feel warm fingertips caressing his cheek. He shifted a bit. "Ludwig?"
"Hm?" Germany kept his eyes shut. Soft lips pressed against his own. Germany opened up his eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of the sleep, and gazed down at the smaller Italian. Italy's golden eyes sparkled.
"Ve~, It's your birthday today," Italy whispered. Germany sat up and yawned.
"Yeah, I know," He smiled. Italy sat up too, kissing Germany's cheek, swinging his legs over the side, and jumping out of bed. Germany blinked, staring down at the boxers. "You've already been up," He noted.
"Si, I got up and made a phone call, ve! Now get up, my sleepy German prince!" Italy sung, dancing over to their closet. "And you better hurry when you're dressing, ve~."
Germany sighed, knowing exactly who Italy had called. "Alright, alright. I sort of didn't want to deal with him today, but it can't be helped," He sighed.
Italy ran over and pecked Germany on the lips before skipping off.
"Veneziano, I'm here!" Romano called. Germany quickly pulled on his clothes, then walked out while trying to fix his normally slicked-back hair.
"Ve~, Fratello!" Italy giggled. Romano huffed, glancing at Germany and then shutting his mouth quickly. "Let's go make the cake now, ve!" the younger Italian suggested. Romano quietly nodded, following his younger brother into the kitchen.
Spain came in to pat the German's shoulder. "Happy birthday, amigo," He smiled. Germany thanked him, trying to follow the two brothers into the kitchen. Spain pulled him back. "Don't even try," He warned.
Germany sighed, going over to sit down on his couch. He was met with persistent knocking and then a loud bang, followed shortly after with "kesesese!" and "ah, Prussia-san, please don't break your brother's things on his birthday!"
Germany sighed, going to greet Prussia and Japan. Only, Canada and Korea were there too, accompanying their lovers. Prussia attacked Germany, laughing loudly.
"How many punches do I owe you? 21, your age as a human, or your age as a nation, which is really fucking old?" Prussia asked.
"I'd prefer no punches in general," Germany replied. Canada latched onto Prussia's arm.
"Gillie, you promised me beer," He whined. Germany facepalmed. Prussia laughed, punching Germany's arm just because he could and dragging Canada into the kitchen.
"Nine more years and you'll have to clean rubble from the stairs of city hall!" Prussia called.
"You're forgetting about me and Feliciano, Gilbert," Germany called back. There was silence as Prussia pondered that.
Japan bowed, handing over his present. Germany opened it up to reveal new clothes. "It is a Japanese tradition that on a person's birthday they wear new clothes. Go put them on, Germany-san!" Japan urged.
"O-oh, thank you, Japan-san," Germany replied awkwardly, running off to go put the clothes on.
"Beh~, is he gone?" Italy whispered. Japan and Korea nodded. "Bring out the cake!" Romano came out, muttering angrily to himself as he set down the cake. Germany came out and noticed the cake, in the shape of a mug of beer.
"Feli, you've outdone yourself," He chuckled, shaking his head.
"You do it or I do it," Romano suddenly added. Italy pouted.
"Beh~, its not an Italiano birthday, Romano!" He whined.
"It's not a Japanese birthday either, but Japan got to share his birthday tradition, so we get to also, Veneziano," Romano scowled. Italy sighed, walking up and tugging on Germany's ear 21 times.
"What are you doing?" Germany asked.
"In Italia, your ears are pulled as many times as your turning, ve~," Italy explained. Germany chuckled.
Suddenly Prussia and Canada, who had snuck up behind Germany, lunged forward and greased Germany's nose with butter. "If everyone else can share their traditions, than I can too, eh?" Canada laughed.
"Now you are too slippery for bad luck to catch you!" Prussia added.
"Also, from Quebec-" Canada started to punch Germany's arm 21 times.
"Thank you, Canada, I-" Germany started sarcastically. Prussia slugged him in the other arm.
"One for good luck! And its from the awesome me so its even more lucky!" Prussia cackled.
"Is this what happens when you guys drink together?" Germany inquired, scowling at the lovers.
"Nah! Awesome, passionate, sweaty sex is what happens when we drink together!" Prussia snickered.
"And sometimes prank calls to the Super Dumbass!" Canada giggled, referring to America.
"And-and remember that one time when we stripped in front of Mexico's house?" both fell over each other laughing.
"Ignore that," Spain dismissed.
Germany was sprawled out on the couch, snoring quietly, when Romano and Spain decided to leave. Japan and Korea had already left, and Prussia and Canada had (quote) "awesome, passionate, sweaty sex" and then passed out in Prussia's room.
"You better be happy that I was nice, Veneziano," Romano bit out.
"Ve~, I'm very happy. Grazie, Fratello," Italy whispered, kissing Romano goodbye. Spain waved and they left.
Italy came over and rested his head on Germany's arm. Germany shifted at the touch, looking down wearily at the Italian. "Nnn, Feli, c'm 'ere," He mumbled. Italy got up and laid on the blonde, using his muscular chest as a pillow.
"Ve~, I'm sorry I woke you," He whispered. Germany sat up halfway.
"No, I'm glad you did," Germany smiled, kissing Italy's nose. Italy wiped the butter off Germany's nose, giggling. "That was hectic, especially when Hungary and Austria stopped by. Still, I thought Switzerland and Liechtenstein would appear," Germany frowned.
"Mew?" Italy perked up, turning to look at the cat sitting on the table.
"Ludwig, there's a kitty…"
"Is that Swissy, Liechtenstein's cat?" Germany asked. Italy nodded. Swissy jumped down, coming up and dropping a box from her mouth onto Italy's knee. Then she grabbed some cake and dashed off.
"Present for you." Germany opened it up, holding up a contract of some sorts.
"I will not shoot the Italy brothers when they come into my territory, be they fully clothed or half naked. Only when they are fully naked, showing their vitals off, will I be allowed to shoot them. Other than that, I am not allowed. Signed, Switzerland," Germany read off.
"YES!" Italy cheered.
"Ah, the signature looks forged," Germany pointed out. Italy pouted.
"By Liechtenstein?"
"Or Swissy. That cat is creepy, I wouldn't doubt that it can forge signatures," Germany muttered. Italy giggled.
why did I randomly start including traditions? because I couldn't think of anything to make this longer
"Nine more years and you'll have to clean rubble from the stairs of city hall!" Prussia called.
In Germany, if a man turns 30 and does not have a girlfriend, he must sweep the stairs of city hall. his friends will throw rubble on the stairs, and then after the job is done throw more rubble. this is so women passing can see this man is 30 and single, and that he can clean the house well (or not?)
all others are pretty much spelled out for you
and drunken PruCan? you know its win.