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It was the day that would forever go down in the history books. It was the day Austria would look back on and forever call 'The Day of the Insufferable Dick's Revival."

He even composed several music pieces to it, just so Hungary would have music to play if she ever had to kick Prussia's ass again. That was only if she could get past his ally to do it.

Who could have possibly been responsible for the horrendous day?

A busty blonde with bright blue eyes that others called America. Austria would hence forth call her 'The Devil's Mistress'.

America had been trying to be the Hero again. This normally never ended well outside of war and this was no exception, well to anyone but Prussia of course.

Prussia who was celebrating his birthday rather alone for yet another year in a row. This year would have been like any other, except America got wind of it from Germany. When she'd tried to ask Germany to go over some defensive strategies.

He'd declined, stating that he needed to call Prussia, as it was the former nation's birthday.

"Then... why aren't you with him?" America asked, clearly confused as to why he was even at the meeting.

Because if it was someone's birthday, it was supposed to be a fucking party.

"I have lots of responsibilities to oversee," He explained patiently, "I cannot just stay home for Prussia's birthday."

"Dude," America frowned at him with a stern expression, "that is seriously lame. No, that is totally fucked up. You mean he's by himself on his birthday? All day?"

Germany sighed and nodded. It was best just to tell America what she wanted to know, he'd seen others learn the hard way and he had no wish to join their ranks.

"Ja," He answered calmly.

"By himself?"

"Ja,"

"Like... All day, All day?"

"Ja, America." He said again, losing some of his patience.

"And you're really just going to make him wait at home alone?"

"We don't really celebrate his birthday."

She looked horrified by the very idea. Birthdays were a huge freaking deal and Prussia didn't get the party? Or someone to spend time with him? Oh shit, that meant no one gave him gifts.

The fucking inhumanity!

She glared at Germany.

"I have important matters to attend to." He defended. "And Prussia remembers what it was like when he was a nation. There are many things that must be handled."

America paused and looked Germany over shrewdly.

"You're kind of a dick, you know that right?" She asked rhetorically

"I will call him," he reminded her in a not so gentle tone.

She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "How long does it take to get to your house from here?"

"What? Why?"

She rolled her eyes at him and flashed a bright smile. "Because as the Hero I can't let him have a birthday all by himself. Hell, I even go to Russia's party... as awkward as that is. Even Sealand's as a matter of fact. I am not going to leave Prussia out in the cold dude."

"...You want to be with mein bruder on his birthday?"

"Yeah, dude. I just said that."

"...Okay, why?"

She blinked at him. "Are you... not listening to me? I just explained that."

"No, I mean its sweet that you want to see him, but you hardly even know him."

America tilted her head at him. "I know him plenty," she said dismissively and loudly, "he helped train me remember?"

Germany looked at her and could not believe that she was actually going to go visit his brother just because it was his birthday. Didn't America have the same obligations he did? Wasn't it important that she be here?

"About five hours," he managed to say before he realized he was speaking.

America made a noise, something between a hum and a gasp. "That doesn't leave me much time. I'll have to come up with a gift and quick."

She spun on her heel and was gone, leaving Germany to wonder if his house would still be standing by the time he returned home.

He hoped so.

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Prussia was fucking bored. So bored and irritated because today was that day again. Frankly he just wanted it over with. Luckily there was only about three hours till midnight. He tried watching movies, playing games, and trash talking people online.

He was still fucking bored out of his mind.

He would normally drink himself into a stupor, but Germany sent him a message saying that someone was coming over to the house. It wouldn't do for his awesomeness to be streaking by the time a guest arrived.

When they were actually going to arrive, Prussia couldn't say.

After twenty more minutes he heard someone approaching the front door.

Fucking finally. He moved off the couch and strode toward door, just at the bell rang.

Ding. Dong.

He plastered his 'You may worship me now' smirk on his face and looked directly at America.

Well... that was unexpected. Why was she coming over?

His red eyes focused on her, and the small present in her hands. What the hell was this?

"Prussia dude! Happy Birthday!" She said elatedly and brushed right by him, into his home. He caught a whiff of her perfume.

It wasn't bad, which surprised him. He'd been afraid she would smell like hamburgers... or bacon. Actually, that last one might not be too bad.

His brows knit in confusion.

"Danke." He replied with a hauty air. "What are you doing here?"

She gave him a strange look and then burst out into laughter, as if he had made an awesome joke.

"It's your birthday silly!" She said with a bright gleam to her eyes.

Her hands clutched the present tightly, before she thrust it at him.

"Here dude!"

Prussia eyed the gift with surprise. He felt a slight flush on his cheeks. America had gotten him a present? It felt rather light...

His gaze flicked over to America who was watching him with baited breath.

Huh. Must be something good then.

Prussia gently tore open the wrapping, and looked at the cardboard box that lay underneath. He carefully ripped the tape that held it shut and opened the lid.

He stared blankly at the contents.

She'd given him a fucking napkin!?

Her glared at her with furious red eyes, when she'd beamed at him, all but shoving the napkin in his resisting hands.

The little bitch was going to die. He was going to-

"Congratulations!" America shouted excitedly.

Wait, what?

He looked at her as if she were nuts, because this was so damn unawesome he wanted to spit fire and acid at her.

"Read it," she urged with a wave of her hand. "Go on!"

Prussia stewed and glared at the napkin, before realizing there actually was writing on in. His eyes caught a glimpse of what she was so excited about. It was a fucking huge paragraph she'd scrawled out with a pen, but her signature was at the bottom. What the hell was this?

He read the words 'Nation' and 'Formally recognizes'. Then it was his name. His actual fucking name!

'Prussia.'

His gaze flicked up to hers, contemplating her sincere smile.

"So help me, if this is a joke...-" He snarled out half-angry at the very notion, but his voice breaking slightly at the thought it might be real.

"Nope! 100% true. Hero's honor," she said emphatically grabbing his hand and shaking it enthusiastically.

Prussia, as amazing as he was-and he was fucking awesome-was speechless. His eyes widened as America gave him a quick hug.

"You, my allied nation, are officially recognized by the United States of America!"

"But...but I-"

"I know you won't mind that I made us allies. It sorta made sense, ya know? I hope you like Alaska, because I gave you Wrangell-St. Elias. It is, well was, the largest U.S. national park with over 13 million acres. That's like over 20,000 square miles! Plus, like one of the rangers is from East Germany, so that is actually one of your former citizens! Well, I guess current citizen. Isn't that so cool?"

He felt a blossoming warmth seeping through him. He had a citizen. No, he had citizens again.

She jumped up and down still holding his hand.

"So, say it. Say that I'm your hero." America laughed happily, nearly dancing in her excitement. "It's the best birthday gift ever, right? Right?"

He could only gape at her as her smile turned to a slight frown and she leaned near him. Prussia stared down at the present.

"Come on dude! Nod. Laugh. Do something!" She poked his arm gently. "It's your birthday!"

He nodded numbly.

"You're a little broke though," she whispered in his ear, "there are only like 100 forest rangers there and I'm pretty sure they pay taxes to me, but we can work that out later."

He was too busy staring at the napkin in his hand.

America had... America had...She'd made him a nation again. America. Had. Made. Him. A. Nation.

OH. FUCK. YES.

First he smiled, then he gave a slightly evil chuckle, and finally his face took on a look a feral delight. He looked at her eager blue eyes and nodded.

"It is a gift worthy of my awesomeness, ja," He said. He could already feel it happening. It was not his Five meters, but he was fucking bigger than Switzerland. Hell he could fit Switzerland, Yosemite, and Yellowstone within his borders alone.

"I'm so glad you like it," America said with a bright and happy laugh.

Prussia allowed his gaze to wander over America in a wicked fashion that the exuberant nation seemed oblivious to. He liked that. He liked that a lot. Now that he was looking at her, she was rather adorable, wasn't she?

"We get to be allies!" She continued on in a loud voice.

He chuckled to himself, red-eyes gleaming madly. America didn't understand. There was not going to be an 'alliance'. He was just going to keep her. She belonged to him now. He would protect and take care of her now that she'd given him back his former status and glory.

America must have truly loved him, and he'd missed her wide-eyed adoration until now. He was the Great Prussia, but sometimes he did get busy. Now he was fully aware of what America had done for him and he would grant her the highest honor. She was his. End of story.

Plain and simple.

And, at the next meeting, he'd make damn certain everybody knew she was.

"Oh yes America," he said in a tone that oozed sin and sex, "we will be very close."

"Awesome!"

Yes, he was once more.

"So...uh... where is the cake?"

"Cake?" He asked, momentarily confused.

"Yeah, it's your birthday, right?' She looked around with a slight pout. "Please tell me there is some cake!"

His lips twitched and he fought back a sinister smile. America had a sweet tooth? He would remember that for later.

"Come," He commanded imperiously, "I will buy you some Ice-cream."

"Seriously, dude? You rock!" She said dancing on the balls of her feet and as she bounded out the door.

Prussia carefully laid his 'official document' ,-did she have to write it on a fucking napkin? Really? Oh well,- inside his desk and locked the drawer.

He whistled his old national anthem as he followed his new prize out the door. His red eyes slid over to the clock on the wall as he left.

One hour till midnight.

America had made this his best birthday ever.

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Far away Austria wakes up crying, and he has no idea why.