"Surprise!"
Germany uncovered the boy's eyes and he squealed with delight when he saw his birthday present. The boy had a pointed birthday hat on his head and there were several balloons around the German's living room, a recently blown out to cake nearby. Israel was being shown his actual birthday present, a shiny new red bike.
"Well?" said Germany hopefully. The child immediately ran over to the bike, examining every inch of it with wide delighted golden eyes.
"Its perfect! Exactly what I wanted!" cried the child happily. He ran over and hugged his father crying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Papa!"
"You're welcome, son," said the German fondly, "now why don't you go on and test it out? It's your birthday after all, you can go wherever you want."
The child nodded happily and then ran out of the house, wheeling his bike behind him.
"Spoiled brat," growled Prussia from where he sat reading Mein Kampf and nodding along with the Fuhrer's words, "why do you even celebrate his birthday? We don't even know when he was born?"
Germany shot a poisonous look over at his brother and opened his mouth to yell at him however at that moment Austria, from where he sat on the German nation's couch put in, "as much as I hate to admit it, he does have a point Germany, why do you celebrate this day as a Israel's birthday when we don't know when he was actually born? It's not logical, it would be better just not to celebrate his birthday at all."
"You're just bitter," said Germany accusingly to the Austrian who scoffed and crossed his arms, putting his nose in the air. Indeed the Austrian was bitter at the German nation and had been taking out a lot of his bitterness on Israel, he had recently been taken over by Germany, though he had been fine with the actual takeover moving in with Germany from his house and especially having to move in with Prussia had angered him. Germany had no idea why he was taking it out on Israel and being nasty to him, however. But he supposed that blaming the Jews had become popular.
"The day I found him is good enough for a birthday, I wish I knew what his actual birthday was but this will have to do, and he's happy," he gestured to the window where the boy was happily pedaling back and forth. Italy was cheering him on and hopping up and down happily as the boy sped to and fro. Germany smiled slightly and Austria rolled his eyes.
"He's happy for now, Germany," the Austrian nation pointed out, " but I don't think your leader will allow him to be that way for very long, considering the fact that he's barred from every other place, all of the shops have been forcing him out..."
"Austria, please, it's his birthday!" said Germany, not wanting to think of all of the new laws and restrictions that had been placed on Israel's people and Israel himself by the Fuhrer. He was regretting giving the man the chancellery and allowing him to take our day by day, while he sometimes admired him for giving him an opportunity to get more land in power and for making him the envy of nations every time Israel came home crying from being bullied from another Nazi or from being barred from another shop or from being spat upon by people he thought to be his friends and neighbors for being Jewish he regretted it.
He glanced outside the window and the boy was still laughing happily, completely carefree.
"All of that stuff will go away soon," Germany assured Austria, "it's just a phase, it will get better."
Austria shook his head slightly and then turned his attention to Prussia who to his surprise was smirking ever so slightly and chuckling.
"What's so funny?" queried the Austrian and Prussia glanced up at him with a smile.
"Oh, nothing," said the Prussian nation brightly, " I'd just think west is right, things will definitely get better."