Happy birthday America :)

America woke up with a bright grin even though it was rather early in the morning. It had been about a week since he and Russia had officially become boyfriends or lovers, which ever, and now they were celebrating their most important day together.

America's birthday.

Anyone could have guessed the importance of this day for the American if they took in consideration his narcissism and egotism but this feeling had double with the acquiring of a boyfriend. The only positive difference for the other countries was that now the highest expectation for an amazing gift laid on the broad shoulders of Russia.

America made a b-line for the phone and dialed the Russian's number. Ever since the meeting a few weeks ago, the two had confessed to each other and, although Russia hadn't taken his heart back, he didn't feel endangered anymore or that America would attempt to take advantage of him as he had first aspired to do.

"Da?" Russia answered.

"Hello!" America chirped.

"It's late here..." Russia stated sounding very tired.

"Whatever, just get on a plane and get over here." America shrugged, "Today's a special day."

"It is?" Russia asked.

"Yes..." America insisted.

"What day is it?" Russia continued clueless.

America shouldn't have been shocked at said reaction; the Russian had been his long time enemy ever since the communist revolution during the First World War, it seemed only natural for them not to remember their birthdays. But the situation had changed big time since then, the two were now lovers.

Shouldn't have Russia had taken the time to figure out the date and prepare for it now? Granted he himself had not up taken the task to learn Russia's birthday but that was besides the point at the moment.

"It's the 4th of July." America hinted.

So many of his artists had gone international, the one at the top of the charts was now Katy Perry, and they all mentioned his birthday at some point. The one that seemed to be the most popular at the moment was Fireworks by Katy Perry – America really enjoyed said song too – and it mentioned his birthday just before the chorus.

"What's so special about that day?" Russia asked.

America simply wanted to scream but he took in consideration that Russia had no knowledge of his birthday due to situations in the past.

"It's my -"

America didn't have time to finish his sentence, a shriek came from the other end and the phone dropped the floor with a loud bang.

"Hello?" he asked confused.

The other end was quiet but the scrapping on the floor indicated that the phone had been picked up, not necessarily by Russia.

"Stay away from Vanya." Belarus hissed, "American pig."

The line went dead.

America slowly assessed the situation. Belarus was known for her obsession with her brother and over protectiveness when he showed interest to others. Regardless of Belarus, Russia and he had still managed to engage in a romantic relationship after the few trials they had to overcome. Now it was the American's birthday and he wanted to spend it with his boyfriend, regardless if he remembered or not.

"That boyfriend stealing bitch!" America hissed aloud.

For a moment he had surprised himself to have reacted such a way but shrugged it off and began to devise a plan. He pictured this situation as the video game Mario vs Donkey Kong; in the videogame, Donkey Kong kidnapped Princess Peach and Mario, the renowned Italian plumber, had to save the princess and defeat the angry monkey. In the scenario, America played the role of Mario, Princess Peach was Russia and Donkey Kong was the blood thirsty Belarus.

In the end, even with imagining the scenario as a very successful arcade game, America found himself too excited to take the time and plan something thoroughly and decided to do what he always did best; improvise.

The American used the jet that had been hidden in his basement in case of emergencies and quickly flew in direction of Russia. After America had brought it home, Tony had used his alien knowledge to improve and pimp the jet. Now the jet could travel at light speed just like in the Star Wars movies. The only problem with that was that the speed was only used to travel very great distances in space, he could easily miss Russia's place by travelling so fast. However, regardless the risks of failure and probably ending in some unknown place in outer space America decided to engage in light speed only for a second.

Oddly enough, that plan worked but he found himself in the depths of Siberia and now had to wonder all the way back to Moscow. This time, the hero decided that he didn't have to force the motor of the aircraft as he did to reach the country in a matter of seconds and calmly fly all the way back to the capital. The sun was gently rising in the land of Russia and America slowly began to understand why Russia had sounded so tired and what time it had probably been when he woke him up.

But of course, he didn't really care.

America landed his plane just outside the gates of Russia gigantic house resembling the version of Hyrule castle in the game Twilight Princess when it was barricaded by the Twilight zone.

For all America knew, maybe it was.

He entered the premises and just as he did so, a red alarm went off alerting everyone in the world that he had entered territory guarded by Belarus. A cage immerged from under the snow boxing in America therefore trapping him.

"Damn..."

With a heavy, twirling gust of wind carrying thousands of snowflakes that had laid peacefully on the ground, Belarus appeared in front of America.

"I told you to stay away..." she hissed darkly.

"He's my boyfriend! Give him back!" America argued.

"Vanya is simply confused..." Belarus nodded her head negatively, "When he comes back to his senses he will know that I am the only one for him."

"You're insane!" America growled.

"Silence!" She roared.

Belarus took a step forward causing America to step back but his space was limited and soon his back was pressed against the metal bars of the back side of the cage. Belarus grabbed his jacket by the collar and forced him forward by pulling. Their noses barely touching, the Belarusian fished inside the pockets and pulled out Russia's heart. America had decided to keep it with him for safe keeping but now regretted that idea that had seemed brilliant at the time.

"Hey! No!" America objected but was pushed back against the metal bars before he could do anything.

"Stupid American." Belarus grinned deviously. "You should never have kept something as important as this on you. Now he will be mine."

America felt horrible and desperate. He truly had fallen in love with Russia and he knew that the latter felt the same way, the only thing that stuck in the back of his head was the fact that maybe – just maybe – his control and clumsiness when using the heart had influenced Russia's feelings. If that were the case and if Belarus would do the same, then this relationship that had made him so happy and his first sexual partner would be gone forever.

And this was all happening on his birthday!

How crappy was this!

"Give it back!" America roared shaking the cage as if, by some miracle, the bars would shatter and let him free.

"Give it a rest," Belarus suggest smugly, "This cell of yours is made of pure osmium. The strongest naturally occurred metal in the world. You'll have a bitch of a time breaking through that."

"This isn't fair!" America desperately cried as he finally gave up and leaned on the bars, "It's my birthday! I shouldn't have to be going through this! I just want to spend it with Russia."

"Do you hear yourself!" Belarus sounded annoyed but also upset which confused America, "You two have been enemies forever! How come, all of a sudden, you're not fucking each other! I've been by his side forever and he's never given me any consideration!"

America was speechless and could think of nothing to say but had completely understood the situation. Belarus was incredibly jealous of their relationship which was to be expected considering she had tried to start one countless times and countless ways but never had any of them come close to working. The only thing America hadn't expected was how high this jealousy of hers could go. Although he had used the word 'incredible' to describe it, it was far beyond that; it was a jealousy that the universe itself couldn't contain.

"Well…maybe he's just into guys?" America suggested not helping his case.

"Shut up!" Belarus growled furiously, "It won't matter for long anyways!"

America was about to say something else when he had taken in note that Belarus had just spoken as if she had come up with a solution.

"That's right." Belarus continued maliciously. America must have made a face betraying shock without noticing, "That stupid British bunny couldn't find me a spell to become a man so I did the next best thing! I went to that Italian sissy and had him give me his love spell!"

"Love spell?" the American repeated.

"Yes! How else do you think he got that brute Germany to fall for him?" Belarus questioned rhetorically, "Anyways, I have to kiss the heart and say ti amo and Vanya will be mine!"

America wasn't really convinced that that was a spell or magical incantation but he couldn't necessarily take that risk. His love would soon become unrequited if nothing was to be done and, again, it was his birthday and he was determined to have an awesome one!

"Y-you won't get away with this!" America stuttered as he realised how lame that sounded. It was something every super hero said, at least once, to the super villain that caught him when they were in a moment of despair before realising something mind blowing and kicking the villain's butt. However America wasn't sure which epiphany would hit him helping him defeat the crazy woman before him.

"I think I will." Belarus grinned, "Now, you'll be staying here until I accomplish the spell having Vanya love me and only me."

With a typical evil laugh, Belarus retreated heading inside the gothic version of Hyrule castle which was otherwise known as Russia's home. Without losing much hope just yet, America began hitting the bars as hard as he could to try to pry them loose or even dent them enough for him to be able to squeeze through. Being fully aware that every minute wasted on trying to break loose was a minute where Belarus got closer to accomplishing her goal and taking Russia away forever.

"She's really like Koschei…except she torments men…"

America turned around rapidly towards where came the sound. There, standing in the snow, was Russia.

His Russia.

His boyfriend.

"Russia!" America cried in happiness as he flung himself to the bars nearest his lover, "How did you escape?"

"I'm incredibly powerful America," Russia stated as if he were a dumb kid, "She tied me in ropes and told me to stay put, so when she left I broke loose and jumped out the window."

"Don't talk to me like that!" America hissed, "Who was the one who shrieked like a little girl over the phone!"

"That woman is freaky!" Russia defended, "How would you have reacted if she sneaked up on you like that!"

"I probably wouldn't have shrieked." America stated.

"We'll just see when that happens to you." Russia settled.

"I guess we will." America agreed.

The two glared at each other for a minute which would have reminded everyone of the old days when both nations couldn't stand each other.

America sighed and shook his head, "Forget this. Just get me out of here."

"Do it yourself."

"Really?" America asked exasperated, "You're really going to act this childish?"

"No but you can get out yourself." Russia stated.

"No I can't!" America growled, "I tried breaking through these bars and I can't even make a stupid dent!"

"You don't have to do that." Russia sighed and pointed upwards.

America looked up and noticed that there was nothing stopping him from heaving himself over the bars and out of the prison. He had basically been trapped in an open box and realising this made him feel stupid about trying to break through the osmium.

"Shut up."

Nevertheless, Russia giggled.

America pushed himself over the side of the cage and landed in Russia's open arms who hugged him tightly and cradled him. This display of emotion felt odd but didn't cause any complain since America had always thought he would be hugged like this by the one he loved on the day of his birthday.

Birthday.

The blond American looked up at the sky and noticed that the sun that had been rising, for what felt like moments ago, was centering the blue sky. It was about noon which means that it was about six-ish back home. He had wasted most of his day trying to save Russia from that insane demon that called herself a kind sister.

She was more obsessed than anything.

"Come on, let's go." Russia said taking his lover's hand and leading him away from his home.

"No." America objected.

"Why not?"

"She…" there was a moment of silence. America couldn't manage to bring up the fact that Belarus had stolen Russia's heart and was planning on cursing him to love her. However, the expression the American wore deeply worried the Russian who guessed easily what had happened.

"She…took it, da?" Russia asked.

"I-I decided to keep it on me for safe keeping!" America hastily explained, "I didn't think anything like this would ever happen! Especially on my birthday!"

"Birthday?" Russia repeated.

"Yeah!" America confirmed bitterly. "You forgot and I was going to tell you –"

"Nyet," Russia interrupted, "Nyet, we are the 3rd of July. Your birthday is tomorrow."

"What?" America asked angrily, "Do you really think I would confuse the date of my birthday?"

"Anything is possible." Russia admitted.
"You're really pissing me off!" America hissed and took out his cell phone, "Here! I'll even prove it! Today's the – "

America paused.

The date marked the 3rd of July and not the 4th.

"See?"

"Shut up."

He closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Do you really think I would forget such an important date?" Russia asked somewhat accusingly.

"W-well…I don't know…" America mumbled feeling flustered, "I mean…we've hated each other for so long… Why would you have cared to remember about it?"

Russia smirked and patted America's head. "You're so oblivious."

"Shut up…" he mumbled again staring at the ground.

Russia cupped America's cheek with his gloved hand and gently made him look away from the ground. The two exchanged looks and then pressed their lips together for a short moment that felt as long as eternity.

"Here." Russia said taking out a small jar that could easily been mistaken as a flask from his pocket. A cork held the content inside, being a single seed, shut with a small chain passing through it; he handed it to America, "I was going to give it to you tomorrow but I guess I can give it to you now. Happy birthday."

America took it and stared at it perplex, it wasn't something he had been expecting, birthday gift wise. Before he could ask about the seed or anything else, Russia continued.

"That's a sunflower seed," He said staring at the petit grain, "Before I had you, this was the only thing that ever lit my heart and keep me warm in this cold wasteland. Now, I have you to light my heart and become my special sunflower that will continuously bloom, regardless of the season."

America blushed deeply and hid his face against Russia's chest, "You're so cheesy."

"Da, but that's because I love you." Russia chuckled.

Love.

"Not for long." America stated.

"Hm?"

"Belarus still has your heart!" America exclaimed, the thought had completely escaped his mind, "She has a special magic chant thing to make you love her!"

"I guess you'll have to play the hero, da?" Russia sighed with a small smile.

"Damn straight!" America shouted and punched his fist in the air, "Now that my man has given me a gift followed by a cheesy speech, there's no way I'm letting him fall into the hands of evil!"

America ran straight for, what he would always refer to from here on out as, Hyrule castle to confront Belarus and get Russia's heart back. Since the two had assumed that Belarus wanted to perform the chant in front of Russia, they thought it best if he kept hiding until the whole matter was solved and his heart laid comfortably in the hands of America.

America burst into the house with a booming presence and yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Belarus! Show yourself! Let's settle this once and for all!"

The house was dark and quiet until faint whistling whipped through the air and a dagger, nearly landing in the center of America's face slashed his cheek drawing blood. More followed at the same incredible speed but this time America had managed to dodge them all.

Belarus slowly walked down the main stairs and into the light. She seemed insane and twitching at the moment. America noticed that she was clutching the heart in her left hand and holding a knife in her right. She was whispering something inaudible over and over again as she slowly walked down; something resembling:

"Where's Vanya? My Precious Vanya…"

America shuddered at this sickly obsession but was worried about how tight she was squeezing the heart, if it was too tight it would hurt Russia and the worst case scenario was that this could cause his death.

"Give me the heart!" America ordered extending his hand.

Belarus froze and slowly lifted her head. Her hair moved from in front of her face and revealed a look of pure craziness that frightened America since he hadn't know it to be possible. "How about I give you death!" She hissed and threw the knife.

America caught the knife just before it was going to pierce his face. He sighed as he lowered down the knife and wondered when it was exactly he had begun holding his breath.

Blood dripped down his hand and his wrist. He threw the knife down and stared at his hand for a short moment.

"Big mistake!" He heard.

America jerked his head up and only caught a glimpse of Belarus swinging her knife down. America closed his eyes and winced, awaiting excruciating pain but instead felt a strong arm pull him back and lean him against a strong, well-built chest.

He opened his eyes to find Russia blocking the lethal blow with a lead pipe. Belarus had probably seemed almost as shocked as he. Russia quickly unarmed Belarus and then hurried to hit her left wrist to have her release his heart. The organ fell to the floor and rolled away from them but not for long for America had leaped onto it and clutched it tightly against his chest.

"No!" Belarus cried falling to her knees. "Why Vanya? Why? Ti amo! Ti amo! Ti amo!"

America quickly jumped to his feet and covered Russia's ears, "No! Don't listen!" He desperately begged, "She's trying to curse you! To make you love her!"

"What?" Russia asked removing his boyfriend's hands from his ears.

"Yeah! Italy told her it was a love spell!" America informed.

"America…" Russia smirked, "Ti amo means I love you in Italian."

"What?" America asked staring blankly.

"Happy birthday America," Russia laughed kissing the smaller male, "Hope you had a wonderful adventure."

My friends, this is the last chapter of Light My Heart

I know I said there would be more but the following chapters would be too different for the original story so I'll just make a new series of Russia and America trying to control their new relationship.

Be on the look out for a new series called Hamburger Street!

Until then, I bid to you all, adieu!