Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed belongs to Ubisoft. Ezio Auditore does not belong to me, as much as I'd like him to.

Author notes at the end of the fic.

An Assassin's Birthday Celebration

The sun rose lethargically. Hours that were so long wandering around Monteriggioni, bleeding until paled, and dragging his body as much as the strength he had left would allow.

He made it, finally, to the manor, and was left surprised as he found it empty. Bumping against the wall, and with lack of balance, he went to the studio searching for Claudia. She was not there. So he kept looking, slowly going into every room, wasting what little strength he could have left searching for, apparently, no one. Wrath was slowly working it's way through him.

Now, he was kneeling, for he didn't have the energy to stand anymore. He crawled into the dinning room trying his luck to see any members of his family. Uncle Mario, Claudia… anyone would do. His gaze fell on some shadows heading to the far end of the large table, voices whispering, eyes gazing straight into his own.

— Tanti Auguri Ezio! —a youthful voice exclaimed. He recognized it, but he had the feeling he hadn't heard it in quite a while.
He crawled to get a closer look of the people talking to him. There were three people. But wait, are those…?

— Benvenuto, mio fratello! —said yet another warm voice.

A thin ray of light brightened the room and now he could see the people talking to him. They were three men, and said men resembled him. He knew them; oh my, only god knew how well he knew them. A friendly hand was extended for him to take.

— Andiamo, Ezio. It is your birthday, hence, we must celebrate.
— Fa-father… father? —was the poor excuse for a greeting that he managed to pull out.

— Yes, son —said Giovanni as he waited for his second son to get up.
Ezio let his eyes roam around the room and they met the other two people there.

— Federico… Petruccio! You're here!

Two nods with their respective smiles was the response he got.
— But… how? —he asked, still on his knees— and why?

That was his older brother's queue to speak:

— We've come to celebrate two very important events, Ezio. One is, of course, your twenty-eighth birthday.

Eizo anything but smiled, grabbing his father's hand as he finally rose to his feet, a curious mixture of shock and happiness bubbling within him —And the other one? —he asked back, standing with a little help from his older brother and father, but his body froze as the unexpected answer came back to him…
— Today is the day of our reunion, son. It is time for us to go now.

FIN

Finally! This is my first fanfic in English. It is supposed to be my second language but I have AGES without practicing, no one around here speaks in English.
Also, this is my first REAL drabble (omg, less tan 1000 words, it is a miracle!) and my first AC fanfic. This was made during Ezio's birthday but I had to correct several grammar errors, and had great help from Miss Karolayn Sabogal (so cute, my dear, thank you so so so much ^w^), so I'm posting it a few hours after our hero's birthday.

I hope to upload soon a fanfic that I'm embarassed to post. A Lezio fanfic. Please, don't kill me when I post it, if I ever do it.

Thank you for reading, thank you for your reviews ^_^
Bye!