They arrived back at the house, after stopping for food on Prussia's demand. Roderich swung his car into the long driveway and smiled secretly to himself at the large amount of tire tracks that could be seen all over the drive. He only hoped that Ludwig had directed them all round the back of the house like he had promised: Gilbert was unobservant enough to not see a whole lot of tire tracks, but Roderich doubted he would miss a dozen odd cars!

Roderich would be the first to admit that parties were very low down on his list of things he enjoyed. However, they were almost top of Gilbert's. And that was why Roderich had secretly organised for all of Gilbert's friends to come round for a surprise party.

The house was in darkness when the entered through the ornate front door, and not a sound could be heard apart from the lap of their feet on the marble floor. Ludwig had done a good job of keeping their guests quiet, thought Roderich.

Gilbert ran forward towards the dining room of the house.
"Is West here yet? I didn't see his car" Prussia said loudly.
"I think he is, I leant him a key for if he got here early. He probably parked round the back somewhere. I told him to wait in the dining room."
Roderich grinned as Gilbert opened the door to the dining room. He had instructed Ludwig to keep lookout for their car and alert the others as to when they would be back. His meticulous planning seemed to have paid off: as Prussia opened the door, the other nations he had gathered all shouted at the tops of their voices
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRUSSIA!"
Prussia gasped in surprise, before turning to Austria, the smile on his face so bright it could rival the sun itself
"Did out organise this?"
Austria grinned back and nodded until his expression turned to one of shock as Prussia threw himself at him and kissed him passionately.
"I LOVE you Specs!"
"Love you too Gil, now go enjoy your party!"

Less than an hour later, Prussia was with France and Spain, his two best friends and they all were, without a doubt, spectacularly drunk.
One of Prussia's other drinking buddies, Denmark, was their yet he seemed to be a little preoccupied kissing his own boyfriend Norway. Austria looked around the room, the party had been a huge success - even Ludwig seemed to be having a good time (though this was probably because Italy was sitting on his lap)!
He walked over to Prussia, and whispered conspiratorialy in his ear:
"You ready for the main event?"
"What, you mean the..."
"Yes, I was wondering if out wanted a taste of..."
"Onhonhon! What is going on here?" butted in France.
"I was just asking Prussia if he wanted his cake!" protested Austria.
"That's not what it sounded like ma cherie..."
"Well it's what I meant that counts."
"Cake..." Slurred Gilbert drunkenly.
"Yes Gilbert, cake" Austria sighed.
Goodbye Francis, Antonio.

Roderich led Prussia away from France and Spain, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Wait here." he commanded, and ran to get the cake he had prepared the previous day out or the larder.

Austria was well known for his fabulous baking, but he felt he had surpassed himself on this creation: he had made a three tier chocolate cake, which he had files with cream and cherries - Gilbert's favorite cake that Roderich made was a black forest gateau (not that he would tell anyone) and he had covered the resulting dessert with mirror-smooth ganache. He had then iced 'Happy Birthday Gilbert' in his elegant handwriting, completing the masterpiece.

He carried the cake back into the room where the party was being held, and watched Prussia's face light up.
"It's beautiful!"
"I'm glad you like it." smiled Austria happily.
"In fact, it's almost as beautiful as you!"
Austria blushed profusely.
"Now you're just being silly Gil, this is just the alcohol talking!"
"I've never been more serious in my life."
Austria looked up at his smiling face and was about to reply with 'I love you', when a voice from the other end of the room shouted:
"Oi! We're hungry! Be all lovey-dovey later, we want cake!"
Austria assumed it was either France or Spain, so he looked away from Prussia to locate the knife and give it to Prussia so he could cut the cake.

Once they had all eaten their cake, Austria went to talk to his old friend Hungary, and left Prussia with the words:
"Do what you want, but don't get arrested!"
Prussia had run straight over to France and Spain, who were trying (and failing) to woo England and Romano.
"Come on guys, lets go and find some booze!" Prussia laughed, just as France attempted to kiss England, which everyone apart from Francis himself knew would only end badly. The last time this had happened, France's nose had almost been broken with the force of Arthur's punch. The three of them then vanished in the direction of the alcohol.

At two am, Prussia had finally decided to go to bed, and had drunken stumbled upstairs, leaving France and Spain (who had spiked England and Romano's drinks and persuaded them to ahem, 'Stay The Night') to fight over the guest rooms.

Prussia slid into bed uncharacteristicly quietly, and whispered into Austria's hair:
"Thanks for the awesome birthday Mein Liebe; Ich Liebe Dich"

Austria turned over, startling Prussia who thought he was asleep, and silently kissed him, signaling the beginning of Prussia's birthday night...

A/N

Part two is here at last! Sorry for the wait - I had it finished on Sunday, but I have been doing crazy revision for exams which are now over! So expect more updates, and the first chapter of my proper story; Love's Last Embrace. To quote my wonderful friend:

"Oh, my... I'm not crying yet, but there's a lump in my throat. Already. For this, I suppose I'm going to have to write something tragic at some point to retaliate ;) And ohmygosh, I'm married to Lukas! Yaaaaaayyyy! You were right, I do love you!"

Do your worst Anna... And I love you too... (the Nor to my Den...)

Byeeeeeeeeee!

Emily Prustrian