Tjuende august:

Hungary:

Elizaveta Héderváry, the Personification of the Nation of Hungary, started her morning, this morning, with eating the breakfast that her boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Personification of the (Former) Nation of Prussia, had made for her.

It was a big day for her, with a lot of things that needed to be done, so she was quite happy to leave all the details to him. The only thing was that she'd vetoed, was that any porn would be shown, even her own.

She walked down to the ground floor and out to the garden where the party was going to be and stopped.

-Do you like it? Gilbert asked anxiously as he took in her stunned, open-mouthed expression. He looked even more anxiously around for a sign of her frying pan.

-Are you kidding? Elizaveta told him. I love it! The guests will too! Though, did you remember…

-Extra napkins in case Alfred goes on a food rampage and there will be plenty of opportunities to remind him that you're going to take pictures every chance you get. So, he should look his best. How does the Italy brothers avoid getting any on their face, hair or clothes?

-They have centuries of experience eating; Alfred doesn't. But seriously, our guests are going to love this!

And when the guests came, they did love the three-party tents in red, white and green which contained food, a dance floor and a place to sit out of the sun, and in case of rain. Though it was unlikely for there to be rain this time of the year, it was important to be prepared. The last tent was also where the presents were stashed.

Elizaveta got a dress from Feliciano, shoes from Lovino, a handbag from Feliks, underwear from Francis (of the kind she was only going to show Gilbert, later), Gilbert had arranged the birthday party for her as his present and the rest bought her new plates (she'd thrown almost all on Francis when he'd tried to "borrow" her personal yaoi picture-collection).

When the party was over, she heaved a big sigh of contentment and just snuggled with Gilbert on the couch.


Author's notes:

I don't own Hetalia