Tredje oktober:

Germany:

A Nation felt every trial and tribulation his or her people felt, realized one way or another in their physical (and sometimes mental) health. Colds are the most common realization of this; financial crisis - cold, bombardement of city - cold. Curiously enough, pandemics were one of the troubles that weren't realized by a cold in the Nation. So, neither the Swine Flu nor the Bird Flu affected any Nation physically even as it swept across the country they represented.

Therefore, it follows that when the Covid-19 virus swept across Germany, Ludwig Beilschmidt didn't suffer anything more than worry, extra paperwork and sleeplessness.

In his older brother's, boyfriend's and other friends opinion, these sufferings were not enough deterrent for his and Gilbert's (his older brother) birthday party.

So, let the party commence!

Prussia:

Gilbert Beilschmidt smiled indulgingly as he looked at the strange mixture of resignation and gratitude that was his younger brother's expression.

Had Ludwig really believed that there wouldn't be any birthday party? Even during the World Wars there'd been one for each of them (although back then the dates had been different), so a little pandemic wouldn't be any roadblock.

Giving himself a few more moments to silently gush about how cute his brother was now (especially with how Feliciano Vargas was feeding him and stroking him, on the cheek and the hair, not anywhere else!) and how strong he'd become from the sickly child he once read great fairy tales to (although he'd had to send the Grimm brothers a missive about the eroticness in Rapunzel), Gilbert then turned his attentions towards the party itself.

A few Nations were already buzzed (with Arthur Kirkland leading the drunk brigade) thanks to the open bar which had REAL beer. By the buffet table where the food was stacked, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was desperately trying to get Lovino Vargas to eat a potato. Judging from the furious blush on Lovino's face, Antonio was resorting to bribes of the kind you didn't talk about in anything PG-13.

-Enjoying your party?, a quiet voice asked him from behind while hands snaked up and down his body in sensual movements.

-Loving it, he replied, there's just one thing missing.

-Oh?

-I haven't gotten my gift from you.

-That's because, Elizaveta Héderváry said really low in his ear, my present is something you can't open in front of others.

-Yeah?

-It has to do with what I'm wearing underneath my clothers.

-And what are you wearing under them?

Before she replied, Elizaveta leaned even closer and said so low that even Gilbert almost had trouble hearing her;

-Nothing.

Author's notes:

I don't own Hetalia (but I got a LOT of catching up to do with this story)