I've looked over this part tweaking here and there for a couple of days. I hope you like it.
Please, enjoy.
The Former Nation spread his supplies out on the dining room table. Gilbird flew down and landed on top of the beer box and began pecking at the flaps holding it shut. 'Piyo. Piyo~!' He glanced up and cocked his head at Gilbert saying 'I got this covered!' then returned to his labour.
"I'll get to work then. Call me if you need a hand!" He waved in farewell and dragged his shiny birthday banner after him to find an open spot to hang it. Wandering down the hall, Gilbert made his way into Matthew's bedroom. It was surprisingly empty with only a queen sized bed, a dresser and Canada's computer. Where the hell should I put this…? He hopped up onto the mattress and fixed the crinkly banner over the headboard. He grinned to himself. Perfect.
'Piyo!'
Prussia rushed from the room and into the dining room. The box that was surrounding the beer cans was in tatters, most of it covering the floor, and a fluffed up and proud looking Gilbird sitting on top of the cans.
"Kesesesese~ you're amazing~!" The Prussian scooped up his little bird and twirled. "You. Are. Fucking. Awesome."
Gilbird flew back onto Prussia's head and settled down to nap.
Now to clean up. Ugh. Gilbert sighed loudly and began picking up cardboard.
Matthew lay sprawled on the couch with his head in Francis's lap. Arthur was passed out on the floor with his face pressed into the carpet and his rear in the air, Alfred was sleeping upside down in his chair and Francis was absently petting Matthew's hair. All four nations were red faced and surrounded by mountains of brown tinged bottles and cans, most of them reading 'Best Beer in America'.
"Papa."
"Hmm~?" France hummed inattentively.
"I'm going to go home, eh, and make sure Kumachira hasn't ripped apart the house." Canada sat up and stretched his shoulders.
"Oui~ That…That is a good idea. I will…See you…Later." Each word was slurred together, becoming a jumble. France's head rolled off onto his shoulder as he fell asleep.
Matthew shuffled over to the front door, dragged his shoes on, and stepped outside as quietly as he could. The cool outside air made his skin feel wonderful. The Canadian wandered his way home.
Everything was ready. Cupcakes were set on a plate, banner was up in Matthew's room, beers were cooling in the fridge, and the house was re-tidied.
"Kesesesesesese~ what a surprise little Birdie will have." He glanced at the clock. "It's almost 1...Shouldn't Birdie be here by now?"
Flopping onto the couch, Gilbert threw his feet up and titled his head back, careful not to dump his tiny yellow friend onto the ground. Just for a second… He closed his eyes.
Matthew patted his pockets down. Where is my key? Reaching into his hoodie pocket, he found it and its Canadian flag keychain. Putting it into the lock and turning it, the door opened easier than usual. Did I leave it unlocked? He shrugged, brushing the though off. Not likely.
"Kumahito… I'm home, are you awake? …Why are the lights on?"
He staggered down the hall to his room and fell forward into the blankets. The contents of his stomach were beginning to gang up on him. "Ugh…This is why I don't want to go to Al's parties…" He pressed his cheek into the comforter. A shiny object caught his eye. "Happy…Birthday?" Who would put that there? With extreme effort, Canada lifted himself off the bed, wobbling on his feet. His lower stomach gurgled loudly. Maybe the bathroom would be a good idea. Like a true Canadian, he could hold a drink, but it didn't stop him from having to pee.
Kumajiro rubbed his eyes. He heard the bathroom door slam shut. Must be home. Good. Prussia is where? He waddled down the hall past the bathroom from which he could hear his master muttering about drinking so much and never going to a family party again. As he stepped into the living room, the bear could see the top of Gilbert's head and the Gilbird settled upon it. Coming around the end of the couch, he found the Former Nation's hand hanging over the arm, and grabbed it. Inspecting it closely, he licked the palm, making Gilbert's fingers twitch and flick the bear's nose. Jerk. Pulling open the Prussian's hand, he placed his teeth on either side of it and bit down. Hard.
A cry of profanity escaped the lips of the harshly awoken man.
"Fuck!"
Yes, Prussia did twirl earlier. His love of all things cute seems to make him very girly in my mind.
Gilbert can understand what Gilbird says. Kumajiro will continue to speak choppily. Matthew CAN hold his beer.
Please review~ Chapter 4 in the works!
Ciao~