Tjuesjuende august:
Moldova:
Moldova, Vladimir Vlad, was woken up by the chill that had managed to penetrate his blanket through a hole that had gotten bigger without him noticing.
It looked like he would've to patch it again.
A commotion in the kitchen confused him first, then he smiled when he remembered that today was his birthday.
-They're at it again, he thought as he hurriedly dressed in layers, so that the cold that always seemed to permeate his house wouldn't touch him.
When he entered the kitchen, he was thrilled, relieved and grateful for the heat that his big sister Romania, Irina Vlad, and her best male friend Bulgaria, Dragomir Ivanovich, had turned on. They'd even turned on the floor heat.
He sank down in a satisfied puddle while they bustled around making him his cake.
-Where are the others? Moldova asked, as he did every year, though he already knew the answer to that.
-They're in the living room arranging your presents and out in the woods chopping wood for your fireplace. It was the same answer every year.
And just like every year, he enjoyed the warmth that the money of his guests had provided while they prepared everything: the cake, the food and the presents.
Later, he knew, when they were done, he would sit in his high seat surrounded by the Nations that had arrived while he ate the food and opened the presents from both those present and those absent,
He would receive clothes, especially underwear (particularly from Austria, Roderich Edelstein, his big sister's boyfriend), food, blankets and a home video from honorary Big Brother Russia, Ivan Braginsky.
All in all; a most wonderful birthday.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia