Last chapter, hope it's good enough~
Oh, and to those who are interested or have seen my story 'Sleeping On The Job?' (If you haven't come to my profile and check it out if you want. It's FrUk) a sequel will be posted some time this month. It will be called 'Dream Job'
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter 3: Tears And A Slice of Cake

It had been a LONG trip home and he spent the entire time in a silent depression. Especially with all his lugged which he found all the more harder to carry with his injured hand.

Canada was also in slight disbelief that everyone forgot his birthday; I mean he doesn't get noticed anyway but he thought that his one special day would be different. Obviously not. Even his Papa wasn't there to wish him a happy birthday and if even he didn't remember who would? No one, that's who!

'It's all so unfair! Everyone remembers Al's birthday, why not mine huh? Am I really that transparent?' Canada scowls a little thinking this, but it's true though. Every year there's a massive party for America while he gets almost nothing; sure America buys him gifts but not this year it seems. He admits that it's somewhat strange that his twin remembered all his other birthdays and not this one.

Matthew feels silly getting stressed about something so childish. Walking through the path home he shakes his head. Maybe this just means he should not bother with his birthday from this point on. If no one else cares enough to remember maybe he shouldn't as well.

The Canadian turns a corner and unlocks a gate, sighing in content to be finally home. Doing so he also closed his eyes only to snap them straight back open. 'I… I could swear that the lights in the living room where just on… what's going on? Don't tell me I'm being burgled, please? I don't want to deal with this right now' He stood there for a minute coming to the conclusion that he can't just wait till the thieves are done, it was a very tempting option though…

The blond stood in front of the door, key in hand taking deep breaths. He was preparing himself for almost anything. He pushed the key into the lock steadily closing his eyes again.

'Ok, here we go. I'm an adult now, I can do this. One… two… three!' The door clicked open and he peered into the darkness. He saw nothing suspicious so he opened the door fully.

Then suddenly the light's turned on and there was a shout. He flinched and shut his eyes tight.

It took him a second to figure out what it said. It said 'Happy birthday Mattie'. In confusion he looked into the room to reveal three bodies standing there; France, America and England.

"W-what?" Not believing what he was seeing he rubbed his eyes.

The French nation chuckled and looked at him smiling. "Bonanniversaire, mon petit Matthew"

"Yeah! What the French dude said… apart from the 'my' part coz that would sound creepy coming from your brother!" America laughed.

"Happy birthday lad!" England beamed.

Canada shed a few tears of joy "G-Guys! You… you did remember!" He rubbed the tears away roughly and quickly with his sleeve; this he wasn't prepared for.

His family smiled warmly "Of course we did my boy, we are your family! We've been planning this for a while now."

"R-Really?"

"Yep! We all decided to skip the meeting today and to come here to deck this place out for a mega-ultra-awesome party! I had to use the key you gave me a while ago. So? What do you think?" Alfred said gesturing around the room. It was only then he saw the many banners with big print saying 'happy birthday', an endless amount of balloons, a cake the size of a baby elephant and a table full of food. He smirked trying to hold back a laugh.

France noticed this and spoke, "Oui, sorry that it's quite over the top. We left Alfred in charge of the decorating"

"Non, non. I like it. T-thank you so m-much!" Matthew started crying again.

"What's wrong Mattie? You keep crying" America gave him a sympathetic look.

"N-Nothing, I'm just so happy!"

Everyone then crowded around the crying boy and engulfed him in a big, warm hug. They all stood there for a while, happy in each other's company.

Francis was the first to pull away, "So everyone, we should get this party started, oui?"

"Yes, we should. Alfred, the music please?" Arthur glanced toward the American nation who almost skipped towards the speakers. And with that music started playing and the party began. After that things went by in the blink of an eye! They ate, talked, laughed and danced. Four people isn't really enough for this kind of party but it worked just fine for this odd family.

Besides, this is all Canada actually wanted. To spend this day with his Papa, his Dad, and his twin.

Hope that was cute enough for you guys! Thanks to all who read, faved, etc! Reviews please :3
And sorry for any mistakes, if you see some do not be afraid to point them out :)