Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.
The high-pitched beeping which woke Antonio that morning definitely wasn't his phone's alarm. It was much too fast, and, upon forcing his eyes open to check the time, he noticed that it was too early for his alarm to be going off.
That, combined with the fact that his husband, Arthur wasn't laid next to him, could only mean one thing; Arthur was trying to cook again.
Antonio sighed deeply as he padded downstairs, ignoring the tendrils of smoke floating around. He couldn't believe that after what happened the last time he'd caught his husband in the kitchen, (Arthur had somehow managed to almost burn down the house while attempting to make jellied eels), he had the nerve to try his luck with the stove again!
What strange old English food will he have screwed up today? Antonio thought, opening the kitchen door to be greeted with a cloud of smoke.
"Morning, love," Arthur greeted ashamedly, switching the oven off.
Once Antonio was done coughing the smoke out of his lungs, he rose to his feet and glared disapprovingly at the blond. "I thought I was clear enough when I said you are NEVER cooking again!"
Arthur tossed a sheepish gaze at the Spaniard. "Well...There was I something I wanted to try making...Something I thought I couldn't screw up, but..."
"I swear, if you tried you could burn ice cream," Antonio huffed, "Or failing that..."
"I did get one right today, though," Arthur cut in, "I managed to screw up ten cakes, but just now, I managed to make one that...Actually looks good."
Arthur, make something edible? Suppose Antonio would see it to believe it. He scanned the countertop, finding one cake that was grey and sludgy, another which had sunken, and then ones that were burnt black, and had failed to rise, and even one that was burnt on the outside, and raw on the inside...
But right in the centre of all the failed cakes, lay one which was moist and golden, risen perfectly in its tin.
"This one looks really good," Antonio complimented, "But why make cake first thing in the morning?"
"You mean you've forgotten?" Arthur teased, raising a thick eyebrow.
Antonio glanced at the calendar, noting the date. February 12th...
A thin pair of arms was wrapped around Antonio's waist, palms pressed gently against his stomach as Arthur whispered into his ear, "Happy birthday, love."
Antonio turned to the side, pressing a small, grateful kiss to his husband's cheek...
Bit early, I know, but Spain's birthday is coming up soon, so I wanted to write a fic for it! And my birthday's coming up soon too, (It's the same day as Japan's!). So, happy birthday to Spain, Japan and me, even if it is a bit early. See ya!
Kitty x