So, for someone who wants to move to Saskatchewan in her lifetime, I'm not a very good honorary Canadian. I forgot it was Canada Day until about five o'clock today. I've been to0 caught up thinking about the fourth. It's my baby brother's birthday then! He'll be nine! God... I feel so old... (We'd gone to see MU for him and then we're going to DM2 later on this week :3)
Anyways, besides hinting that you all should go see those two movies (hint hint), I wrote this in about ten minutes, just a few minutes before posting so... yeah! :' D
I don't own Hetalia.
Gilbert was taking Matthew somewhere special for his birthday. He'd been planning it carefully for weeks (maybe even months, he hadn't really kept track) and it was going to be perfect!
Beside him, in the passenger's seat, the blond boy in question was staring out the window at the city scenery flying past as today's latest pop music blasted through the speakers.
Gilbert reached over to turn down the radio. Matthew looked over, a questioning eyebrow raised. "What's up, Gilly?"
"Uh, nothing, just… Happy birthday." He blushed.
"Oh! Thank you! You didn't have to say that though." Matthew blushed as well and twiddled his fingers together. He frowned a very tiny bit.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." He gave a watery smile and turned back to the window. He tried to discreetly rub his eyes, but Gilbert was not to be fooled.
"What happened? Was it Al?"
"N-No…" Gilbert gave him a look. "I-It's just… No one said anything. Not even Papa and he usually is so good at remembering things like this. I mean… I know Alfred's birthday is the day after next, but… I dunno…" Matthew shrugged and smiled a very sad smile. "I just wish they would remember at least this one thing." Tears slipped past his eyes and down his cheeks, staining them a stinging red.
Gilbert rubbed one of Matthew's shoulders. "Don't think about that. You're with me and I have some awesome stuff planned. And maybe when you get home they'll have something planned? Like a surprise?"
Matthew sniffed and nodded. "Let's just listen to some music for a bit."
Gilbert drove for a while more and then pulled into a covered parking lot. "Now," he said, turning in his seat. "I'm going to lead you and you can't look. I'm going to trust you, Birdie, not to look until I say. And no questions; it'll ruin the surprise."
Matthew smiled brightly and got out, waiting for Gilbert to run around and grab his hand.
"Eyes closed?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"You won't let me run into anything?"
"Nope."
"What about last time I let you?"
"That was an unawesome accident. That pole came out of nowhere and was severely punished for harming my Birdie."
Matthew walked blind for what felt like forever. He tripped over his own feet a few times, but Gilbert never let him fall or walk into anything. "Are we there yet?"
"Yes. You can open your eyes too."
Matthew opened them and saw, to his surprise, his entire family (cousins included) and friends standing before him. A banner was hung on a small tree behind them reading 'Happy Birthday, Matthew!'
"Happy Birthday!" Everyone shouted.
Eyes blurring and cheeks burning, Matthew let out a choked laugh and began crying happily. "T-Thank you," he said as his Papa, Dad, and Alfred came up to him for a family hug. "I-I thought—I thought everyone had forgotten again." He rubbed his eyes and smiled big and bright.
"Nope," Alfred said. "We just wanted you to think that, even if it was a little mean." He nudged his twin in the ribs. "But it makes the surprise that much more awesome."
"Hey! That's my word," Gilbert chided, punching Alfred's arm. "So? What do you think, Birdie? We even have tickets for the Zoo across the street. I know you wanted to visit the new Arctic Arena so I thought…" He blushed as he handed the tickets to Matthew.
"It's perfect, Gil." Matthew hugged him and kissed his cheek, causing the albino to blush even more. "Thank you very much."
"Come on, Mattie! The cake's not gonna eat itself! It's chocolate with strawberry icing!" Matthew laughed and followed his brother to a small foldable table, Gilbert pulled behind him.