Happy St. David's Day! I forgot about it, which is why it's so short …yeah… I couldn't just leave Wales' birthday now, could I? So I did it quickly, which is why there might be typos I didn't see. Thanks to Oobeley Doobeley for Kumajirou recognising Wales and Llewelyn, Canada… thanks to mousers, and Rhio-bob for their ideas too. XD

A young woman sat on a swing, her feet touching the ground. She held a sheep in her hands. She looked severely depressed. "Hey, Llewelyn?"

The sheep looked up at her, and if sheep could show emotion, it would look wary. "Yes?""Do you think anyone remembered my birthday?"

The sheep would have looked at her in pity if it could. However it could not. It was a shame, to be forgotten about on your birthday. But… there was just one thing… "Not to be rude, but who are you?"

"Gwynn, your owner, Wales, the forgotten one… whatever you want."

"Maybe my siblings remembered, and they're going to throw a surprise birthday party for me… no… they won't, will they…" Wales face saddened even more. A giant red shape burst through the clouds at that exact moment.

"Dewi, happy birthday to you too!" Wales stroked the dragon's snout, a smile appearing on her face as she did so. The dragon snorted and nuzzled her face, reminding one of a horse. But then, just ten seconds after it landed, Dewi appeared to take fright at something and with one beat of its skeletal wings, it flew off.

"D-dewi? A-ah! Matthew!" Inwardly, Wales glowed. He'd remembered!

" GWYNN!" he yelled quietly, his face bright and excited. "Ah, Matt, I-"

"I KICKED HIS ASS! YEAH! I won! I won! I won!" Wales face dimmed somewhat, and she hung her head. "I knew it was too much to hope for…"

Llewelyn looked up. "It's Canada."

"You recognise him and not me…?"

He'd won. He'd won! Canada inwardly and outwardly celebrated, kissing Wales wildly and hugging her tightly. "Do you know what day it is today, Matt?" she asked, conversationally, hiding her tenseness. "March the first, isn't it?" Canada replied, not thinking.

And then, he recalled something. Namely the date.

Oh my God, no way.

Oh hell, it was her birthday.

And he didn't have a present.

He'd forgotten.

Completely.

What the hell was he going to do! Help me, somebody! It was then that a voice drifted through his head.

"Mathieu," it said in French, coolly, "You were raised by a Frenchman. Calm yourself and improvise. See that rose over there? Pick it grandly and present it to her. Say something in French while you do so."

Quebec, you lifesaver.

He did pick the rose grandly and presented it to Wales, with a small "bonne fête" and "pour tu". Wales did blush… but was not fooled. She took it gracefully and thanked him.

When he could, Canada rushed into the house. What did he have packed? Anything? C'mon, there had to be something!

He practically tore open his suitcase, flinging out things that he could not possibly pass off as a gift - and then, he saw it. He hesitated, then told himself that he could get more while snatching it out.

"Gwynn! I got your present!" Wales looked up. "M-matthew…?"

"Here!" he smiled at her. She picked up the present and undid the bow. A large bottle of maple syrup.

"Thank you, Matt." she said. Kumajirou poked his head up. "It's Wales."

"You recognise her and not me…?"