Italy hadn't been awake for very long when some countries started coming in early. The only ones who were allowed to arrive this early would be ones that were very close to one or both of the Italy brothers somehow. This included Austria and Hungary and would have included Spain had he not been taking care of Romano at this very moment.

Feliciano sighed, he figured that if Romano was going to show up at all, it wouldn't be at the start of the party. The younger Italian greeted the guests as they arrived politely and pointed out where they could put gifts and where the food was in case they got hungry. Most people were simply coming in through the gate along the side of the house since the party was being held outside. It really wasn't anything much, but their parties never really tended to be. It was the people and what happened at the parties that tended to make the Italy brothers birthdays memorable to everyone.

Italy, who would usually be the happiest one at the party, mainly kept to himself. He did happily greet everyone like he had before and he didn't talk to anyone unless they had been the first to speak. Prussia kept a close eye on him while Germany and Japan tended to the party. Normally Italy and Romano would have done that themselves, but with Romano still missing and Italy being in the state he was in, that really was not going to happen.

An hour passed. Then two hours. Normally their parties lasted all day and with everyone actually getting a chance to see each other aside from work where they could last, no one really wanted to go home. Though a sense of awkwardness hung in the air. It was beginning to near the time where they would cut the cake and start opening gifts. Feliciano sighed for what must have been the millionth time that day.

"I guess I'll be cutting the cake by myself this year." He said in a whisper. No one heard him, no one had even seemed to notice.

Another half hour went by with no sign of Romano. Germany sighed. He and Japan would be bringing out the cake any minute now. He knew Spain would have trouble getting the older Italian to come, but he honestly thought that it would have worked. Ludwig passed a hand over his face and joined Japan in the kitchen. It's now or never Antonio, don't let us down.

Antonio could have sworn his eye twitched as he drove up the street, speeding as he went. It had taken everything in his power just to get Romano in the car. It must have worn the Italian out, however, five minutes into the drive he was out like a light. Spain had been driving for hours. After getting himself and Romano up at an ungodly hour of the morning, and spending nearly an hour getting Lovino in the car, he sped up the highway on the way to the house in Rome.

They were nearly there by this point, and it was starting to near early afternoon. Antonio bit his lip, it was only five minutes away, but Feliciano would probably be cutting the cake any minute now, if he hadn't already that is. Antonio turned the corner right as Romano woke up and asked where they were. When he saw his house, however, he wasn't exactly pleased. Spain quickly parked and put the car in park. He threw his door open and nearly stormed to the other side of the car. He threw Lovino's door open as well. The once happy Antonio was replaced with one that was incredibly irritated. Lovino knew not to push his luck. When Antonio got pissed, terrifying things happened and Romano did not want to witness that horror right before he had to walk into the party.

Romano sighed and pulled himself out of the car before following Spain up to the gate to their backyard. He took another deep breath before Spain entered and he would have to move once more. Antonio gasped however when he saw Ludwig and Kiku set the cake down, his reflexes kicking in, he quickly grabbed Lovino's collar and tossed him forward through the gate, screaming as he went.

"Hola amigos!" Spain shouted, following a stumbling Romano through the gate door.

"Damn it you bastard that hurt! What the hell was that for?!" Romano glared up at Antonio from the ground where he had landed.

Their commotion had come to the attention of everyone at the party. Feliciano had frozen in his place when he heard a slam and saw his brother fall through the gate. He gasped, dropping his knife as his brother turned around to face him.

Romano's eyes went wide. He really didn't want this amount of attention right now. He wanted to curl up and hide, but that wasn't going to happen. He needed to act quickly if he wanted the awkwardness to end as fast as possible.

"Are you cutting the cake without me you bastard?!" Romano shouted, saying the first thing that came to mind.

Italy was too frozen to even think of an answer. His brother was here, and TALKING to him no less. The older Italian walked up to Italy, who was standing on the opposite side of the table. They simply stared at each other for a minute before Romano opened his mouth to speak.

"Look. You may be the biggest pain in the ass I have ever met. You cry all the time, everyone is always paying attention to you, and Grandpa may have spent more time with you than he did with me. But, you are my brother. You're always going to be my brother. I think it's high time I realized that maybe I should start treating you like one instead of a punching bag like everyone else tends to do." Romano swallowed, "I guess, I'm sorry you bastard!"

The older Italian was nearly in tears by this point, Feliciano, on the other hand, was bawling. Letting the sobs come from his mouth without even bothering trying to stop them. The duo hugged each other, letting the tears fall and everyone applauded loudly, cheering as they did. Once they pulled apart, Germany handed them each a box of tissues and Antonio told Romano how proud he was that he could do that.

After everyone had calmed down they cut the cake and opened their gifts and the party turned into the normal chaos it normally was on this day.

That night, Italy, Romano, Germany, Japan, and Spain, sat on the floor of the living room inside the house. After everyone left they had cleaned up the party and become exhausted in the process, Italy and Romano having cleaned up the most, were currently curled up beside each other and asleep, their heads resting against each other. The trio left awake smiled and helped them move into a more comfortable position so they wouldn't be in too much pain this morning before they headed upstairs to the guest rooms.

Neither brother had a problem sleeping that night.

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