Happy Birthday, fratello?

A/N: Hey guys! So, the way I figure things will happen is I'll set aside time so that at the very least, I can have an update to you guys every Saturday. That sounds like a decent plan to me! It gives me a schedule to work with.

Anyway, here are my shout outs, which I will give at the beginning of each chapter.

envysfangirl: haha! Well, hopefully France knows what he's doing. And by that, we all know I mean hopefully I know what I'm doing. Usually, even when I have something planned out, when I'm writing it takes a slightly different course. For instance, I didn't have last chapter planned entirely like that. Actually, the only thing I knew for sure was that France was going to get punched by England for insulting his religion. XD

owlcitystars98: You made me laugh so hard! I read that and was like 'I'll have to give 'anonymous' a shout out and thank them for the awesome compliments! They made me so happy! Then, I was like 'Oh look! Owlcitystars98 has reviewed!' After that, I was like 'oh… XD' Completely. I'd be willing to lay money on it that that was my face. I don't know for sure… I wasn't in front of a mirror at the moment… just my computer. ^.^

NONAMESWEREAVAILABLE: True that. I guess I won't be apologizing for length in the future.

Princess-Canada: Sweet! I'm learning French and, at the moment, can only hope to be bilingual in the future! That's so cool!

darkangels1112: That's no problem. I'm going to inform you that FrUK is one of the main pairings in this story, but the story isn't a strict romance. The romance is a subtheme throughout for each of the pairings I listed, I promise. I've got friends who are die-hard USUK fans, so I'm completely used to it.

Alright! On with the story!

Germany blinked, glancing at Italy. He not only woke up before Germany today, but was downstairs cooking breakfast. Granted, Italy cooked often. He wasn't cooking pasta! But… pasta's not a breakfast food. Perhaps Feliciano realizes that…

"Guten Morgen, Italien." Germany goes over to the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and pouring himself a glass. "Vould you like some?" Italy shook his head, continuing to cook. "Did you sleep well?"

"Molto." Germany blinked, glancing over. He looked well rested. After a second, Italy looks over, smiling. "Very."

Oh... "Sehr gut. You're feeling better, then?"

Italy nodded enthusiastically, going back to cooking and humming a merry little tune. It was about time he was feeling better! Italy had been bed-ridden for a little over a week. Ludwig put the orange juice away, setting his glass down and running out of the kitchen when a loud crash resounded from the living room. Italy followed shortly behind him.

"Vhat happened?" Germany looked at the ground to find Strunella sitting there, staring at the broken glass on the ground surrounding the fallen pedistole.

"I'm so sorry, I..." She reached out to clean it but Germany picked her up, setting her on her feet away from the glass.

"Nein. Don't touch it, I'll clean it. Vhat hapened?" Germany bit back his anger at the broken item, seeing that she looked so scared of what she'd just done.

"Nothing, I... I was going upstairs and knocked it over. It was an accident!"

Sighing, he nodded. "Ja, I figured. Vell vhy don't you stay down here, Feliciano made breakfast."

Italy nodded. "I made biscotti, coffee, and brioche!" Strunella looked over at him, staring for a minute.

She's obviously still scared. It's not like I've yelled at her or anything, mein gott. It's not that big a deal.

Italy blinked. "Do you want me to bring you some?"

Strunella slowly shook her head, keeping her eyes on Italy. "No, I-I'm fine. Thank you."

"Alright." Italy smiled at her, giong back into the kitchen.

Glancing back at the shattered glass, Strunella frowned a little. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Ja, it's fine. It vas an accident." Germany went to the cleaning closet, grabbing a dust pan and broom, beginning to sweep up the shards and dispose of them in a paper bag. "Vhy don't you-" the doorbell rang. "Vait here..." Standing, the Aryan set the broom an empty dustpan on the ground and went over to the door, opening it to see Lovino standing there, his arms crossed.

"Where is he?"

"Vhere is who?"

"Don't play dumb with me, that's a my brother's job! Feliciano, I need a to talk to him."

"Uh... Ja. He's right in the kitchen..." The Italian walked past Germany, going and poking his head into the kitchen.

"Feliciano?"

Italy turned around. "Fratello! I didn't know you were going to be stopping by today." Italy glanced at the food he'd just set on the table. "Would you like some?"

"Uh, not really. Listen, I'm not a staying very long." Romano glanced up at Italy's eyes, staring at him for a second. "I really must be going soon, actually." Germany walked into the kitchen, only serving to make the older Italian's shoulders tensen.

"But you just got here, Romano!"

"Yeah, but I don't want to stay in the potato eating bastard's house..."

"Eh..." Italy looked at his brother, who would no longer meet his eyes. "Fratello..." Italy wined, but Romano closed his eye.

"I'm not staying. I just came by to wish my brother a happy birthday." Italy blinked, looking at him curiously before smiling and hugging him.

Lovino's eyes flew open as he tried to get away from his brother's hug. "Would you stop it already?"

Germany glanced over. "It's your birthday, Italy?"

"Shouldn't you a know that?" Lovino directed his attention. "If you're a dating my brother, shouldn't you at least a know when his birthday is?"

"It's fine, Romano, I never told him. Happy birthday too, Romano!"

Romano looks over. "What do you mean you a never told him? Usually-" He stops, staring at Italy for a bit before sighing. "I just came to say happy birthday, I really must a be going now."

"Are you sure you can't stay for a meal or something?"

"I'm sure."

Italy sighed. "Alright." Romano stared at him for another moment before turning around and going to the door.

"Fratello?" Italy walked out of the kitchen a moment later, glancing at his brother who was at the door, in the process of leaving.

"What now?" He turned around.

"You're not going to be speaking to Spain or anyone soon, are you?"

"I don't know, I... Probably not."

"Okay. Have a safe trip!"

"Yeah..." Romano turned and left, leaving his Italian counterpart staring at the door for a second before smiling and going back into the kitchen to finish breakfast.

A/N: So short chapter is short, but important. Sorry, there was a little over a weeks time between this and the last chapter. At least it wasn't months or something! So, for all my adoring fans (no matter how few of you there are), I'm always loving your reviews! This time, if you review, we get to have a pizza party! The more personalized the review, the better the pizza! We might even get soda! Tell me what you think, how much you like/dislike me, whatever you feel like getting off your chest, and this chapter's random topic is: What's your favorite color? Favorite flavor of gum? Name some other favorites!

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