I'm not hyper right now, like I was last post. Probably because I just used the inhaler only a minute ago. So I can tell you all that I don't really like Austria. I mean, I don't hate him, but he is a pussy. *doges frying pan* *gives Prussia high five* *laughs hysterically when Prussia gets hit with the frying pan*

even though I don't like him much, I think I did a good job with this. Review to tell me how you liked it, or what you didn't like.


His fingertips brushed against each key, almost too light a touch to make a sound. The music floated throughout the quiet house, and he let out a content smile. Until-

"Get your albino ass back here!"

"I'm too awesome for you and that frying pan!"

"I'll get you!"

Austria's fingers slipped, creating a most unpleasant sound. He cringed, then stood and walked into the hallway. Prussia hid behind him, using the Austrian as a human shield against Hungary. "I'm too sexy to die!" He protested.

"Lizzie, Love, we must think of Canada," Austria pointed out. Hungary grumbled something, then hugged Austria tightly.

"Roddy, you should get some sleep! Tomorrow is your birthday!" Hungary chirped. Austria sighed.

"Birthday...yes, I know," He shrugged, kissing Hungary lightly. The brunette blushed at the rare contact. "Goodnight, Lizzie. Goodnight, Gilbert," Austria added.

"Night. Sweet dreams, honey!" Hungary called.

"Sleep tight, pussy!" Gilbert cackled. Hungary whacked him over the head with her frying pan, knocking him out. He would be awake again soon, Austria dismissed as he entered his and Hungary's room.

Austria laid down on the bed, burying his face into his pillow and letting out a content sigh. He turned and glanced at Hungary's side of the bed. He was worried that-

No, that was foolish of him to worry about. Hungary loved him!

He was worried that Hungary would cheat on him with Prussia. They were alone in the house, and the two had known each other before Austria knew either of them. What if-?

"Don't be foolish, Roderich!" Austria scolded himself. He pulled the covers above his head and shut his eyes, yawning.

...Austria sat up in bed, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the table by his side of the bed. Then he returned to his previous sleeping position.


"This is a fucking huge book. And its filled with sissy piano music? So un-awesome!" Prussia scoffed.

"Fuck off, Gilbert," Hungary said simply.

"No, I want to help with Roddy's birthday," Prussia said defiantly. A small sob was heard, and Canada stumbled into the room, holding his arm and wiping away his tears. "Mattie?" Gilbert rushed to the little blonde's side. "Mattie? Come on, tell the Awesome Me who did this. I'll beat them up," Prussia urged.

"I fell," Canada sniffled. Prussia pondered that.

"So you want me to kill gravity?" He inquired weakly. Canada cried harder. "Hey, Mattie. You're okay, Mousie. You'll be okay," Prussia whispered, gathering up the Canadian in his arms.

"Gilbert, you should take...Matthew home," Hungary suggested. Prussia glared at her.

"That's just what you want me to do," He huffed. Canada choked over his sobs, hugging Prussia closer. "Alright, Mousie. I'll take you home," Gilbert sighed.

"Canada's a good actor," Hungary mumbled once they were gone, then got back to work cleaning the house.


Austria woke up to find his side was again empty. His fear was growing. If he went to the guest room (Prussia's self-proclaimed room), would he find his wife in bed with the albino?

Just then, Hungary ran in with a tray of breakfast secured in her grasp. She gave him a chaste kiss and jumped on the bed, starting to rock back and forth. "I had coffee to keep myself awake!" She explained with a creepy grin. Austria shivered slightly.

"Thank you very much, Lizzy," He smiled at her. She rolled off the bed onto the floor, then jumped to her feet.

"Okie-dokie, after you eat that you can come see your piano~!" Hungary laughed, skipping off.

"Oh God, what did she do to my piano?" Austria cried, almost having a heart attack. He ate his breakfast as quickly as possible and then took the empty tray and walked it into the kitchen.

Austria started to clean the dish, jumping when Hungary popped up next to him. "Roddy, why are you doing the dishes on your birthday?" She asked, pulling Austria away from said dishes.

Hungary dragged Austria to his piano, sitting him down on the bench and sitting in his lap, kissing him. Austria's cheeks went pink. His eyes wandered to the present on the piano.
He picked it up, unwrapping it.

"Piano music...a whole book full of it..." His eyes lit up. Austria hugged his wife tightly, planting a firm kiss to her lips. Hungary blushed, looking away.

"You turned my Mattie against me!" Prussia shouted, storming into the room. He handed Austria a present, then turned his angry crimson eyes back to Hungary.

"Well, I had to get you to leave!...you didn't hurt him, did you?" Hungary asked, worried.

"Of course!" Prussia smirked. "He was being a bad boy; I had to punish him," He added. Austria's face went red and Hungary ran off with a major nosebleed.

Canada limped into the room then, collapsing in a chair and then cringing. "Owie~! Gillie, why'd you have to be so rough, eh?" He whimpered.

"I'm sorry, Mousie. I'll be gentle next time," Prussia purred, stroking Canada's cheek. Hungary squealed, having just come into the room.


Austria heard a loud banging noise. "Austria, get your ass over here and open this door!" That voice was familiar...Austria ran to the door, pulling it up. Switzerland's whole face went red. "I-I-Francis wanted to come over, not me! After all, we've never been friends," Switzerland muttered.

"Bonjour, Austria," France added. Austria sighed and let them in.

When Austria shut the door, he heard a small, "Beh~, that hurt..." Austria opened the door again, and Germany was checking to see if Italy was okay. Italy smiled at Austria, handing over a book.

"Oh? Thank you, Feliciano," Austria thanked.

"Ve~, its from Ludwig too!" Italy chirped.

"I see. Thank you, Germany," Austria added, looking down at the book. It was actually a book on how to bake cakes from all over the world. "Oh! Thank you very much!" Austria smiled. He let them in too, shutting the door behind them.


Italy, Hungary, and France were in the kitchen, baking Austria's birthday cake. Switzerland and Austria were on opposite sides of the living room. Germany had sat on the couch, Prussia next to his and Canada curled up in Prussia's lap, sleeping soundly.

"Austria, sir, can you please let me in?" Austria hurried to the door, and Liechtenstein ran in, Swissy laying on her head. "Happy birthday, Austria sir!" She chimed.

"L-Lili! Wh-what are you doing here?" Switzerland stuttered out. Liechtenstein blinked.

"Joining the party, of course," She smiled. Austria chuckled. Switzerland grumbled something, allowing Swissy to jump into his lap and nuzzle him.

"Ve~, the cake is ready!" Italy smiled brightly.

"And it looks lovely, if I do say so myself," France added. The duo carried it over to the table, laughing when Austria nearly fainted. The Italian and Frenchman had created a miniature piano. Everything was edible, too.

Soon, however, the cake was gone. It was terribly delicious, Austria noted, and everyone had a piece. Even Swissy. After the cake, they chatted for a bit and then decided they had to leave. "Sorry, Roddy, my awesomeness has to take my little mouse back to North America. The time difference has really fucked him up the ass," Prussia snickered at his joke, picking Canada up bridal style and carrying him off.

Switzerland stopped petting Swissy, who started to clean her paw. "I must be off as well. It's Lili's bedtime," Switzerland announced. Liechtenstein huffed, annoyed, and stormed out to France's car. Swissy froze mid-lick and put her paw back down, running after the blonde girl.

"If mon cher Suisse is leaving, then so must I," France added, following the Swiss boy out of the house.

"Feliciano and I have training to do," Germany sighed.

"Ve~, training-training or sex-training?" Italy asked as if it was an innocent statement. Germany and Austria both blushed and Hungary squealed.

"J-just come on, Feli!" Germany snapped, storming out.

"A-ah, Doitsu? Don't leave meeeee!" Italy whined, chasing after the flustered blonde.

Austria sighed, starting to get off the couch. Hungary sat on his lap before he could, and pressed her lips to his. Austria's eyes slowly shut as he deepened the kiss. "I love you," He whispered in her ear.

"Love you too, Roderich," Hungary smiled. Austria laid back on the couch and let Hungary rest her head on his chest. He started to absently run his fingers through her wavy brown hair.

Hungary gripped the Austrian's shirt lightly into her fist, and Austria noticed she had fallen asleep. He chuckled. That's what happens when caffeine is getting you through the day, he thought to himself. Slowly, he drifted off as well, his glasses slipping off his face and onto the floor.