A/N: Hey guys… So, I'll be on vacation for a few days so you know what that means? Yep, if you guessed no updates, you would be correct. This will be my last one before I leave so you'd better make the most of it. With that in mind, enjoy Alfred's birthday.

Disclaimer- America: She doesn't own Hetalia dudes!

July 4th

Alfred F. Jones stood in the middle of Washington D.C., simply watching his citizens go by. Today was one of his only days off, so he intended to spend his entire day in his capitol. Bright reds, whites, and blues flooded his vision and shouts of 'God bless America' rang out every so often. Today was indeed a special day. After all, it was rare for him to get off on his birthday. Normally, the superpower was forced to work on this day, even being forced to go halfway across the world. But this time, he was determined to spend at least some of the time with his states. They hadn't seen their father in such a long time that Alaska had hidden from Alfred the last time he visited. And then there was the matter of getting his girlfriend into the U.S. to calm Alaska down and so many other issues. Yep, the American was definitely going to use this time wisely.

"Dad?! No way!" A feminine voice directed his attention to a pretty, blonde teen standing nearby. Sophia Jones, otherwise known as the District of Colombia, stood a bit behind Alfred. Disbelief was etched onto her features and she shook her head as she spoke. "There's no way that's him… he's always working this time of year." Alfred was hurt. Okay, so hurt is a bit of an understatement, but it still stung.

"Really Sophie? You forgot me already? I'm actually kinda hurt. I mean, geez. What has your old man ever done to you?" Alfred's tone was light and joking, yet he couldn't help but let an edge in his tone.

"No, it's just… we weren't expecting you today. Normally we spend today with Mom and Uncle Matt." Sophia smiled sheepishly and continued. "But since you're here, we'd better get going. The party starts soon."

"Party? Dude! I totally forgot! Nat is going to kill me!" Alfred groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead.

"Nah, you should be cool. After all Annabelle is always late and no one bats an eye." The pair began walking to the Jones residence. Lining the streets were hundreds, no, thousands of patriotic flags, banners, and more.

"Annabelle has her reasons. After all, it is hotter in Georgia than it is here. So cut your sister some slack." Sophia sighed, before nodding.

"Whatever you say… anyways, I'm just glad we live so close by." Sophia remarked, walking up the front steps of the front porch.

"Nice try. But yeah, it is a good thing." Upon opening the front door, a large group of teens greeted the pair.

"Dad! Soph!"

"Hey! Sophie brought Dad!"

"No way!"

"I take it they missed you." Matthew smiled from where he was talking with New York and Maine.

"Bro! When did you get here?" Alfred ran over and hugged him.

"I always show up. Although, you're never here…" Matthew smiled at his brother. "It's nice to see your boss isn't entirely heartless."

"Yeah… So if you're here, does that mean Nat is here?" Canada nodded.

"She's in the kitchen." Alfred made his way into said room and managed to sneak behind her. Natalya, or Belarus, payed no mind to the American, she was too busy cooking. Alfred wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm home."

A/N: Okay I apologize, but that's where the headcanon stops. Use your imagination for the rest.

~Phoenix out