okay, okay, before you read it and yell at me, I know that Turkey would have known Romania because the latter was under the former's rule. when I found that out, I was going to change the first part...but it was funny, so I kept it. in the future, they do know each other. but now, he...hmm, convienantly forgot? anyways, sorry it's a day late! enjoy!


Turkey sat in his chair, annoyed as he waited for the meeting to end. What a way to spend his birthday, right? A foot suddenly kicked his lightly. He looked over at Romania, who was staring lazily at whoever was talking. Romania caught him looking and gave him a toothy grin.

Whoa, that's weird. This kid's got fangs. Like a vampire or something. Turkey quickly looked away, ruling the foot out as being Romania's. Or so he hoped, because he didn't want undead vampire feet touching his. Who knows how old that blood-sucking demon has been around! He could have been riding mammoths during the Ice Age!

The foot kicked him again, and he turned to Greece. It mentally smacked himself; he should have known Greece would be playing footsie with him! Greece was looking innocently at him, batting his eyes. Turkey kicked back challengingly, and the Grecian gave him a smirk. They started to wrestle their feet, narrowing their eyes and allowing big grins to mold onto their faces.

"Turkey! Greece!" Both men snapped their heads up to face Finland and Sweden. Finland was glaring at them crossly. "Stop playing lovey-dovey games and help us out here!" Finland ordered.

"Why?" France piped up. "It's obvious that l'Amerique is doodling, la Chine is being molested by la Russie, Angleterre is sipping his tea and talking to air, and even your fellow nordiques aren't listening."

Finland and Sweden turned to see Denmark humming to himself with his hat on his nose. Norway was playing with magic absently, and Iceland was petting his puffin and sending a blush Norway's way.

Sweden slammed his hand down on the desk next to Denmark. Denmark and Iceland both jumped, sending Denmark's hat flying and Iceland's puffin flying to retrieve it with a small, 'lousy bastard.' Norway slowly looked up, not even fazed by the loud noise.

"Pay attention, boys!" Sweden ordered, trying to intimidate them. See, the problem with that was that Denmark and Norway had known each other and Sweden since the Viking Age, so it never worked. Iceland still sometimes got nervous, but this time he wasn't nervous at all.

Turkey sighed loudly. "Let this be done!" he groaned. Romano glared at him from across the table. "Hi, Romano."

Italy suddenly turned and glared more harshly than his bitter brother. "Don't make me sink all your ships," he threatened. Turkey glared back.

"Scary son of a-"

"My half-brother," Greece cut in warningly. That meant the brat was off-limits. Turkey slumped down in his seat.

"Seriously, guys, I want to have a birthday, so can we hurry this up?" Turkey demanded.

China set down a small cake and three balloons. "There, now shut up aru." Turkey glared up at the Chinese man.

"Happy birthday to me..." he drawled out sarcastically. Greece nudged him in the ribs painfully. Turkey looked over with a small glare, but stopped cold when he saw the smirk Greece was sending him.

Greece gave a hard tug on the Turk's tie, bringing him forcefully closer. "Just wait for tonight, Sadik," he purred. Turkey pulled away with a huge blush. What time was it? Four o'clock? And he'd have to wait until, what, eleven? That was no fair; time was moving way too slow for him to be able to wait that long! Damn it, he wished he was a Time Lord...

"Aw, come on guys, let's just order pizza and shit and have a little shindig!" America protested.

"Anything to get out of vork, da? You big asshole," Russia smiled pleasantly as if he was just discussing the weather.

"Hey!" America shouted, shooting to his feet. "Shut up, you psychotic Frosty the Sadistic Snowman!" he snarled.

"Up yours, empty little piggy bank," Russia replied. America launched himself at the Russian across the table, and England grabbed him by his shirt collar in an effort to stop him. Russia jumped to the challenge, and China grabbed his scarf to keep him from killing the American.

"You take that back, you son of a bitch commie!" America screamed as England tried to pull him back.

"Hey!" China snapped. "Don't think I won't let go of him, aru! England, control that bastard for once."

"How dare you!" England cried. "Take that back, you overproducing-"

"Mon dieu..." France sighed. Switzerland cocked his gun. "Suisse, please..." he added.

"What?" Switzerland challenged.

"Fighting originated in Korea," Korea stated.

"Shut up, Yong Soo, and don't get into that mess," Japan added.

Greece handed a popcorn bag to Turkey and they both watched the scene unfold. "Now this is interesting!" Turkey grinned. Greece just rolled his eyes and silently agreed.

Germany was facepalming. "Ve, ve, Luddy! I have a headache and this fighting isn't helping!" Italy whined. "Do something, ve!"

"EVERBODY SHUT UUUUUUP!" Germany shouted. Italy squealed and melted under the table. "Sorry, Feli. Anyways, there will be no party for Turkey! That is that, any questions?" Germany shouted.

America raised his hand. "Can I take a piss?" he asked. England rolled his eyes.

"Yes, America, you can," Germany sighed. "Anyways, continue with the meeting."

Turkey grumbled out something, going back to playing footsie with the Grecian. Finland glared at them crossly and continued his speech.

Half an hour later, America kicks open the door. "Hey, fuck-faces, check it!" he grinned brightly, tossing confetti everywhere. He slammed a boombox on the table and started playing extremely loud music, snapping birthday hats on Finland and Sweden, and put up a birthday banner for Turkey.

"America, why you-!" Finland started, rolling up his sleeves. Sweden stopped him.

"It's okay, Tino. Let's just go with it. We got our point across," Sweden explained. Finland sighed irritably.

"Uh, p-p-pizza?" a guy asked, appearing at the door. He noticed France's lecherous grin and started to back away.

"Thanks for the pizza!" America chirped, taking it and passing it out to people. France came up and grabbed the pizza guy's butt.

"Bonjour, handsome. Do you come here often?" France grinned. Switzerland marched up and slapped the Frenchman. "Ow!"

"You jerk, always flirting with everyone!" Switzerland shouted, storming off. France sighed, casting a sideways look at the pizza guy.

"Mon dieu, what a wasted opportunity to play with a beautiful piece of art..." he trailed off, then turned and ran after his boyfriend. The pizza guy ran off in terror.

Turkey was finally able to party now! He cheered, slapping America on the back in gratitude. "Thanks, kid!" he grinned.

"You're welcome, old man!" America grinned back. They shot glares at each other, then laughed it off and continued to party.

They partied for a long time, when suddenly Turkey was dragged off by Greece. "But Hercules..." Turkey started to whine, then remembered what the Grecian had said earlier and shut up. Was he in for the treat of his life? Greece opened the door of his house and smirked at Turkey. Oh yes, definitely yes, this would be amazing. Turkey hurriedly shut the door so they could start their evening 'activities.'


dur hur, shit ending. I'm sorry, but it was kinda funny, right? right? anyone?