Author's Note: Guess what? I'm still alive! Europe didn't catch me! Although I think Spain is still chasing me in yandere mode with his battle axe... *runs*
Explanation of headcannon: I believe that before Europe came to the Americas, America and Canada were just two representations of the same land. Like, they both represented the North American continent, and there was no difference between their land. They shared it. Just keep this in mind, and the end will make more sense.
"Happy birthday, North America!"
The North American brothers tumbled out onto a wide grassy plain, fireworks exploding above their heads and the entire world standing before them, smiles on their faces, and a giant 'Happy Birthday!' (in multiple languages) banner in their hands.
They were immediately swept into a river of hugs, high fives, handshakes, and congratulations.
"Ve! Buon compleanno! Doitsu! Japan! Romano! Say happy birthday!" Italy hug attacked the North Americans.
"Oh, uh... Alles Gute zum Geburtstag..." Germany said awkwardly.
"Otanjoubiomedetouozaimasu, America-kun, Canada-kun." Japan bowed respectfully.
"Buon compleanno, North American bastards..." Romano grumbled.
"Feliz cumpleaños!" Spain randomly popped up from behind Romano.
"Ohonhonhon... Joyeux anniversaire!" The rest of the Bad Touch Trio popped up too, and grabbed a twin each, spinning them around in circles.
"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag! Kesesesese... Do you like the awesome party we arranged for you?"
"Well, yeah, but don't think this means your off the hook for kidnapping Mattie!" America said, breaking out of Prussia's grip.
"Not even if I managed to get England to attend?"
"... Happy birthday, bloody git... You too, Canada."
From there, the rest of the countries also crowded around them.
"Shēngrì kuàilè, aru! Hong Kong, Taiwan! Greet the hosts!"
"Humph... Shēngrì kuàilè, I guess..."
"Hong Kong! What was that? Shēngrì kuàilè, America, Canada. Please excuse my rude younger sibling."
"Saeng-il! Birthdays originated in me, da ze!"
"No they didn't. Kolkolkol... S Dnem Rozhdeniya, Comrade Matvey, Amerika! Say happy birthday, Baltics, da?"
"D-daudz laimes dzimšanas dienā..."
"Palju õnne sünnipäevaks!"
"Su gimtadieniu!"
"Hey, Liet! Like, don't leave me! Oh, urodziny, America, Canada!"
"Hyvää syntymäpäivää! Hey, Su-san, aren't you going to say something?"
"Hmph. Har den äran."
"Hahaha! Fødselsdagen, my friends!"
"Shut up. Gratulerer med dagen. Iceland, what do you say?"
"Hamingju með afmælið. And no, I will not call you onii-chan."
"Boldog születésnapot. I'm sorry for chasing you with my frying pan."
"I hope you liked my music, though. Alles Gute zum Geburtstag."
"... Charoúmena genéthlia..."
"Cat freak! Oh, yeah, mutlu yıllar, America and Canada."
"Z Dnem Narodzhennya! Belarus, please come say happy birthday to America and Canada!"
"... Z Dniom Naradžennia... Now let me go back to brother!"
When they were finally able to extricate themselves from the crowd of people (read: when the food arrived), they were exhausted. As they should be, after a day of running around in a circular maze while being chased by random nations.
"Well... That was unexpected..." Canada said, sitting down on the grass.
"Now that they've thrown us this party, I don't have an excuse to nuke Europe anymore!" America flopped onto the ground next to his twin. "Hey, where exactly are we? I keep feeling as if I'm in my country, then not, then in it again. Right now I feel like I'm in my country, but I can't feel you at all."
"We're on our border. I'm on the Canadian side, you're on the American side. That's why you can't feel me."
"Cool." America smiled, looking up at the early morning stars. "They picked a nice place for this party."
Canada, too, looked up, smiling too. "Border customs is probably freaking out right now."
"Let them freak out. We're nations, we deserve a rest once in a while!"
Canada laughed and shoved his brother to the ground. He, too, leaned back, and on a whim, he grabbed America's hand.
They lay there like they once did when they were colonies.
Like they did when they were still young and innocent, when the weight of their world rested on someone else's shoulders.
Like they did before war tore them apart, one going off on his own and the other staying loyal to the end.
Like they did when they were one land, and could feel each other at all times, before the outsiders came and made them separate.
Together they lay there, at the joining of their lands, and smiled up at the stars.
Author's Note: And so ends my first birthday story as part of the fandom! I'm sorry if I totally screwed up the happy birthday phrases. I used google translate...
Also, kinda depressing ending. Sorry. Here, have a random omake.
Random Omake:
"Happy birthday, North America!"
Mexico and Central America, who were hiding behind some bushes, leapt up and shouted, "WHY DOESN'T ANYONE REMEMBER THAT WE'RE NORTH AMERICAN TOO?!"