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Birthday Kiss: Gerita
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"Italy!" The German's voice rang throughout the house. It was March seventeenth, Itay's birthday. It was Romano's birthday too, but Germany could care less. Today it was only about Italy.
"Germany!" Italy yelled back. It was his birthday! He couldn't believe it! He happily skipped over to his German friend.
"Yes? What is it?" He giggled. He smiled at the tall blonde. He was so stunning sometimes. How he slicked his hair back every morning, and how it shone in the sun was simply beautiful. Italy was snapped out of his thought bubble when the German one spoke.
"Vhell, I vas vondering if you mind zat I cook dinner tonight." He looked to the side, uncomfortably.
"Veh~? YOU want to make dinner for ME? Of course you can! What are you going to make me?" Italy's face lit up. Germany shifted.
"Vhell, I vas going to keep it a secret." He said softly. Italy blinked.
"Oh, I get it! A surprise! Okay then, Imma go see what Japan is doing!~" He scurried off.
"Ah, vait! Italy!" Germany called out, but
My obnoxious friends-America x Obnoxious!Reader 1
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"Packing like a boss, packing like a boss! Pack, pack, packing like a MOTHA-FREAKING BOSS!" You sang excitedly, jamming your stuff quickly inside of the Black Butler messenger bag without even caring if it wasn't organized. Today you, Alfred, and Arthur, were going to England together because it was your Emerald-eyed friend's birthday. Surprisingly, Arthur actually agreed to your idea of having a birthday party there, replying so sweetly, 'Yes! I-I mean, I have nothing better to do...It's not like I enjoy being around you idiots! ...Well, t-thanks...not that I care, or anything...' ...such a sweetheart.
Since you were only staying there for his birthday, which was two days from now, you decided to only pack a few T-shirts, jeans, and your favorite Gumi-Matryoshka hoodie. But, you had a small problem when it came to finishing your packing. Everything didn't quite fit, making it extremely difficult zipping. Glaring daggers, you let out an annoyed grunt as you yank the zipper upward in ho