"Artie, wake up, if you know it's good for you!" shouted my red headed older brother. How I dread living with this imbecile sometimes. I groaned getting out of bed.

"What do you want Allistair?!" I shouted as I came out of my room. I was instantly greeting by a punch to the shoulder by my red headed, Scottish, older brother.

"Happy Birthday you ungrateful brat!" he all but yelled, I checked the calendar and much to my disappointment I found it was Wednesday, April 23rd 'I forgot about that' I thought

"So what are you planning to do to embarrass me this year?" I asked knowing he was up to something when he woke me up at 6:18 in the morning, and school doesn't start until 8:45.

"Oh, nothing, besides posting a certain picture of you to the internet, for the world to see." Allistair said holding up his phone to see a picture of me holding my stuffed bear and green mint bunny as I slept drooling slightly.

"You wouldn't dare!" I snapped defensively 'If anyone saw that picture I would surely lose all my friends without a doubt'

"Of course I would unless you are willing to do something for me." He said green eyes shining mischievously

"Depends on what it is." I said tensing nervously, last time I wanted something from him he made me wear a girl's uniform to school.

"All you have to do is get me that Belgian senior's phone number and you'll be safe for the year." He smirked as my shoulders slumped in relief

"Fine, I'll get it by lunchtime since I have Art 2 with her." I said walking past my brother to walk back into my room to sleep for a while longer.


At 7:40 I woke up again to begin getting ready for school, running out the front door after I said goodbye to Allistair. I made it to my bus stop, putting in my ear buds and listening to the Sex Pistols while waiting for the bus.

Though what I hadn't seen coming was a certain albino and American running toward me and being tackled to the ground for a second time since the school year started.

"Get the fuck off of me you stupid twats!" I yelled trying to push my taller classmates off and away from me.

"Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!"

"Calm down Birdy! The awesome was trying to wish you a happy birthday! You finally turned 17!" Gilbert said offering me a smile, Alfred helping me get up.

"Thanks." I said offering a warm smile at which made both Alfred and Gilbert blush.

'I wonder if they caught a fever. Their faces are flushed'

"It was no problem Iggs we just wanna celebrate with you so you don't have to deal with that asshole of a brother." Alfred said a bright smile plastered on his face making his blue eyes shine brightly.


Itok my ear buds out, and started chatting with my friends, the bus picked us up and we arrived at the school a good half hour before classes start. Gilbert and Alfred left with the other football players for morning practice I started walking to my English class

"Good Morning Arthur." I heard a female's voice call to me, I look up and see Michelle a tanned girl from Seychelles.

"Oh, good morning Michelle, how may I help you?" I said nodding curtly.

"I was just wondering if you could help me with setting things up for the dance." the tanned girl asked.

"I'd be glad to, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help a damsel in distress." I said winking at her a small blush dusting her cheekbones.

"Thank you so much Artie! You're a life saver I don't know what I would've done without you." She said as she hugged me tightly "Oh, I almost forgot." She gave me a light kiss on the cheek "Happy Birthday."

I blushed brightly like fireworks on the fourth of July, as she walked away; I lightly touch the part of my cheek where she kissed me. I snapped out of my daze and realized that I needed to start the preparations if I wanted to finish before the party started.

"But first I'll need to gather the rest of the student council to discuss the decorations for the gym, and the food, entertainment… what else do we need?" I said aloud I was deeply lost in my thoughts and I didn't see that I was about to collide with someone until I fall back with weight on top on my chest

"Ve~ I'm soo sorry Arthur I was just running from my fratello before he hits me for forgetting to pack his tomato for lunch." Feli said as he got up, the usually cheery Italian had tears forming at the corners of his eyes

"Venicianoget back here you fucking bastardo!" yelled the enraged older Italian, Lovino, Arthur decided to step in before Feliciano was choked by his twin.

"Lovino I was wondering if you could help me with something." I ask before the situation got worse

"Depends on what it is eyebrow bastard." He spat his gaze set on Feli who was standing behind me.

"You know how to cook well right?" he nodded in response "Well, I was wondering if you could make some sample food for the school dance to we can serve there."

"Sure by when do you want it to be done?" he asked, all anger towards his brother vanishing.

'That was easy to get done.' I thought

"If it isn't a bother could you try to get the food done by Friday, which will give you 2 days to make your best dishes for us." I answered with a small smile.

"A-a-alright, I'll try to get it done by then." He said returning the small gesture.

"Thanks so much. You're a great help." I said as I walked past him Feli at my heels.

"Vee~ thank you so much Arthur. Oh I almost forgot," he said rummaging through his bag looking for something. "Ah, here it is." He said pulling out a small container, giving it to me

"What is this?" I asked looking at the container

"It's a cupcake! Happy birthday Arthur." He almost yelled hugging me around the neck

"T-thank you very much Feli." I said returning the hug; we separated "I guess I'll see you during history then. Goodbye."

I walked into Mr. Edelstein's class just before the bell rang. 'I guess that run in with the Italians took longer than I thought' I walked to, my seat towards the back of the room. 'Now all I need it the entertainment, and the decorations.' I my thoughts drifted away from Mr. Edelstein who started talking about Elizabethan writer and playwrights, one of my favorite subjects of discussion, but my mind was currently preoccupied with plans for the dance.

"Mr. Kirkland." I heard my name being called out and I snapped out of my gaze.

"Yes sir?" I asked having no idea on what I called on for.

"I asked who is one of the most famous playwrights of the Elizabethan Era." He repeated

"The English writer by the name of William Shakespeare." I answered confidently

"Correct, but do you know two of his more famous writings." He challenged

'This is too easy'

"The answer would be 'Tragedy of Macbeth' and 'Romeo and Juliet' sir." He walked away with a satisfied smile

"That's right Mr. Kirkland, but please try to pay attention to my class." He said

The bell rang signaling the end of first period. I walked to Ms.Héderváry's Algebra class.

"Hey birdy, wait for the awesome me!" I heard gilbert call out 'Gilbert used to be a DJ right? So he can provide the entertainment for the party.' I stopped outside of the classroom waiting for Gilbert to catch his breath.

"You walk too fast birdy, slow down." He said gasping

"Gil, you used to be a DJ right?" I asked after he caught his breath, sitting next to each other near the windows.

"Yeah but because I was too awesome for the company they fired me," I laughed at his comment

"I thought you got fired for trying to have sex with one of the girl at the party while you were on the job." I smirked at his shocked face

"How did you find out about that?!" he said shouting my smirk growing

"I've heard stories from a little bird." I said sarcastically

"What do you need? You must need something that you had to bring up that unawesome memory." He said dramatically

"Well, I just need you to…"


CLIFF HANGER SRRY GUYS

SORRY FOR THE EXTREMLY LATE UPDATE AND I DIDN'T PROOFREAD SO THERE MAY BE SOME MISTAKES

I HAD TO TAKE STUPID TESTS QUIZZES I HAVE TO TAKE AT SCHOOL I WAS BUSY STUDING, MAINTAINING A 4.0 GPA AND START PREPARING FOR FINAL WHICH ARE JUST IN A FEW WEEKS!

I'LL PROBABLY UPDATE TOMORROW IF NOT BY 5/13 OR 5/14

I DON'T OWN HETALIA