Holding a colourful box with a ruby red ribbon wrapped around it to keep it shut, Arthur (who is now a girl, mind you,) made a surprise visit to the American's home for a very special occasion.
"Alright Birthday Boy. I have your cake ready. But /only/ if you sayplease! ! !" The rather enthusastic Brit called out, alerting the other that /she/ had arrived with his god damned cake.
"I aint gonna say please for my own da-" His words, however, were cut off once he had noticed his former caretaker. As a girl. And there she stood, holding a box close to her chest a small fairydust blush on her paled cheeks. Suddenly, he didn't know what had hit him when he felt his heart flutter and was suddenly head over heels for the girl. Gently, he muttered "WOW! HOT a What Baabhabhiat."
Awkwardly, the Englishwoman placed one of her pale hands on top of the box where the ribbons were while her other held the bottom, to make sure it didn't fall. "Err ... righto...anyway... well! Since I'm still stuck like this, I figured I still should give you your cake since it is your birthday so!" Suddenly, she pulled the top of the box off, revealing a British flah coloured cake. "Tada! Hope you like it!"
America took the cake box into his hands, a real genuine smile on his lips along with a pink blush. "Wow, hm! Look it that! Haha, you shouldn't have!" Suddenly, a loud splurting sound could be heard fill the room, the cake was all over England's face. "No, REALLY."
The Brit was in a state of shock when the cake was suddenly thrown into her face. As the extra cake fell onto the floor, she waited a few seconds before reaching up with one of her hands and swiping off the sweet from her face. When she had done that, she could be anything less than pleasent at that moment. Her peach hair was covered in the purple coloured batter, a twisted Cheshire smirk was on her face while her eyes sustained a baby blue and bright pink swirling mixture. Signifying that she was not amused. "Alfred...it was...a JOKE."
"You were never funny. Whatever, at least this way you can't see that GOD AWFUL design." The American looked down at her, ignoring the fact she was obviously pissed off. Grabbing onto her chin, he leaned down to lick at the batter still locked onto her cheek. "Yeah, definitely better this way. Tastes okay, too." Still, the American refused to acknowledge her anger. Pulling away, he grinned before speaking again. "Oh, it's strawberry. My favorite."
Her sweetness came back, a kind smile on her lips again as she held onto the American's chin in her left, while the other held the real cake in her right. "Ohhh you like it? Well aren't you just a sweetie. That means you'll like the real cake I made for you. Here it is~!" Without another word spoken, she quickly smashed the cake into the face of her former child. The pan smashed straight into his face, shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY."
And this is why you shouldn't take jokes too seriously, or mess with 2P!England when upset.
THE END.
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First, this is from the 2p!England blog on tumblr, I just found this funny and thought I should make a fic of it :3
For reference, I did get permission to do this, so bleh. I dunno if I got the muse right, but whatever ;w;
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AMERICA~!