Heta-Humor

Independence

So for Alfred's and Allen's Birthday I'm writing a one-shot. I hope you enjoy!

Prussia was concerned. America had done nothing for his birthday. Nothing. That was strange in itself. The more worrying thing was the fact that he hadn't shown up at the meeting in his own capital that day either. He looked around at the table ad realized that everyone else was worried as well. America never missed a meeting. No matter what.

Denmark was worried. Where was America? He had talked to the kid the day before. He knew he was forgetful sure, but this was too much. As Soon as the meeting was over he was gathering the rest of the Awesome Trio and the kid's twin and they were going to find Alfred.

Canada was flipping out. Alfred wasn't here, Alfred wasn't laughing, Alfred wasn't smiling in his direction. He wasn't calling attention to himself, saying how it was his birthday, and that he should get a pass on this meeting jokingly. He wasn't doodling on the sides of his notes. It was all wrong. Where is his brother? His twin was gone. Where was he?

As soon as break was called the three of the rushed to each and then out of the door not even bothering to talk. They knew they had to find him as soon as possible. They drove over to his townhouse in the center on the city, and rushed up the steps to the front door. Canada pulled out his keys and the burst into the house only to find... a hot pink Alfred?

"Alfred?" Came the horrified whisper of Canada.

America twisted himself to face the door, "Mattie? Gilbert? Mathias? What are you doing here?"

"It's your birthday kiddo! We come bearing gifts and questions, namely, WHAT HAPPENED?" Denmark practically shouted.

"I was hanging out with the kids at the elementary and some of the girls got a bit over excited when I said they could do makeovers on me. They started off good, putting little bows in my hair and a little dressup makeup... One girl got really into it and dumped pink paint on me." Alfred shuffling his feet and staring at the ground.

Prussia and Denmark burst out laughing at his predicament. And somehow Alfred's cheeks became pinker than his paint.

I don't know what happened here but... This is now your one-shot. I'm so sorry.