Your looking through your closet trying to be as a quiet as possible not to awake Romano; Orlando is sleeping in his room next door, except Emil is in his room too having a sleepover because he wanted to be there in the morning for Orlando's first birthday. As you searched through your closet for a suitable outfit for today's event, your mind wondered away and you thought about this first year with Orlando. In his first year of life he has displayed his love for animals and music, his obsession with olives, the unbreakable bond he shares with Emil and his infectious laughter that can set fire to even the most dampest of days. Everyone absolutely adores Orlando and it is obvious that his existence is bringing nations closer together, letting them celebrate the importance of youth and loyalty; being that he has only existed for twelve months he has taught even the oldest of nations what it means to be fair. You pulled out a pair of ripped jeans and an eloquent floral patterned blouse, the outfit was basic and practical, but also had a sense of neatness to it.

You: looking in the mirror and grinning
Yep, no mum jeans for me yet...

Romano: chiming in
You a~still a~got it a!

You whipped your head around and saw Romano sitting up in the bed smiling at your happy attitude.

Romano: smiling
Happy a~one year a~ago of a~bringing a~Orlando into a~the world a!

You: walking over and kissing Romano on the cheek
Wrong person, but thanks, I tried my best even tho I was asleep during it all! Okay, I'm gonna check on the boys, you might want to get dressed soon... Il mio ragazzo pomodoro (my tomato boy)

Romano: watching you leave
I'll a~be out a~in a~bit a~to a~see the a~compleanno di oliva ragazzo. (Birthday olive boy)

You nodded your head and quietly closed the room's door, right next door was Orlando's room, so you quietly opened it and peaked through. There you saw Emil and Orlando curled up against each other on the spare bed that was next to Orlando's cradle. Emil slowly lifted up his head being careful not to disturb Orlando's slumber, he looked up at you with sleepy eyes.

You: smirking
I see Orlando was 'fussy' last night, couldn't sleep on his own, eh?

Emil: softly smiling
The little olive boy needed his big brother.

You: giggling
I see! ... Just make sure to get me when he is awake and ready for me to dress him up.

Emil nodded his head and rested it back down beside Orlando's, wrapping his arm around the one year old's small body.

...

You were sitting in the living room with Vladimir, the Nordic 5 (minus Emil), Belgium, Antonio, the soviet siblings, Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Kiku, Feliciano, Seborga, Heracles (Greece), Erizabeta, Roderich, Romano sitting next to you and a mountain of presents in the corner of the room. The peaceful conversations were disrupted by Emil walking in with Orlando being carried against his hip, Emil slowly lowered the excited and wiggling one year old down and he stumbled over towards everyone while tightly holding onto a puffin plushy that Emil gave him that morning. He went up to each person one at a time and kissed them on the check, while showing them his present from Emil and giggling.
Emil walked over and took a seat on the floor beside the coffee table, watching Orlando's growing excitement; once Orlando welcomed everyone he walked over towards Emil and sat in his lap, patting the puffin plushy. Everyone watched Orlando's excited face, he loved seeing all nation, but suddenly his face began to weaken as he looked around the room; he turned around in Emil's lap and began to sulk into his chest.

Emil: rubbing Orlando's back
What's wrong?

Orlando: sulking and stuttering in Italian
T-tedeschi! (Germans)

Romano: looking at you
Were a~is the a~potato bastardos!?!

You: looking at the time and getting worried
I'm not sure, do you think something happened?

Roderich: taking out his phone
I will call Ludwig.

A sudden knock at the door lightened the mood, Romano stood up and opened up the front door, aggressively locking his eyes with Ludwig and Gilbert who was struggling with holding a large wrapped present.

Romano: growling
You are a~late a~and I a~hope your a~happy a~you both a~made a~mio figlio (my son) cry a!

Orlando held onto the back of Romano's trousers with red puffy checks and a sad face, but it soon grew into a big smile; he pulled at Romano's shirt to gesture to let the late German brothers enter. Orlando ran back over to Emil to retrieve his puffin plushy while Gilbert placed the present with the others; Orlando made sure to kiss each of the brothers on the cheek and show them his plushy. Everyone gathered around in the living room to watch Orlando unravel the rest of his presents from the nations. Orlando sat between you and Romano, Tino was the first one to give a present to Orlando, he said thank you in his stuttering language and unwrapped the present excitedly.

You: looking at the box and trying to read it
Vauvan ensimmäinen kivääri? (Baby's first rifle)

Tino: foolishly smiling
You have great pronunciation, it means, Baby's first rifle. We all thought it would be a great present!

Romano: looking worried
Maybe a~when he a~is a~little older a.

Romano placed the gift aside and watched as Kiku approached, he handed Orlando the gift and sat down watching with an excited smile. Orlando unwrapped a set of age appropriate anime; he was then swamped by a million other presents, all the nations had suddenly turned this into a competition, but Orlando loved every single gift. It was Antonio's turn and he pulled out an acoustic guitar, Heracles handed Orlando a box with a few holes in it; Orlando released a few excited squeals as he looked inside and pulled out a grey kitten with dark blue eyes.

Heracles: patting the kitten quickly before sitting down
Will you promise to look after the gatoúla? (kitty)

Orlando: nodding his head with a big smile
Gatoúla! (Kitty)

Belgium: taking a photo
He said his first Greek word!

Orlando: putting the kitten in Romano's lap
Papà! (Daddy) Gatoúla! (Kitty)

Romano held the kitten in his lap and smiled at Orlando, gesturing to him to look over at Erizabeta who wanted to show him something.

Orlando: holding onto Erizabeta's hand and smiling
Eriza!

She walked him out the front door, in the front yard stood Roderich holding reins that was attached to a palomino mare, everyone gathered around the door and saw the beautiful horse. Erizabeta calmly walked the excited little boy over towards the mare, she picked him up and put on its back before pulling herself up. Erizabeta held onto the back of Orlando and kept him still while teaching him how to keep his balance, Orlando was a fast learner and had an excellent obedience when it came to taking instructions.

You: walking over and patting the mare's neck
Do you like her Orlando? What should you name her?

Orlando: smiling
Oliva! (Olive)

Everyone giggled at his answer, olives are what pasta is to Feliciano and tomatoes to Antonio and Romano; it seems only like first nature that Orlando would have one day named something olive.

Mathias: patting the horse
I have one more present!

Everyone looked over at the Dane with complete confusion, it was planed that the horse was going to be Orlando's last present as it would have been easiest to manage last.

You: looking at Mathias
You have a surprise gift?

Mathias: smirking
Yep!

Everyone titled their heads as Mathias picked up Orlando and placed him on his left shoulder.

Orlando: giggling
Mathy!

Mathias: tickling Orlando
Do you want an epic present from the King?

Orlando: wrapping his small arms around Mathias's neck
Si!

The other four Nordics walked closed up to Mathias and all smiled, even Lukas had a faint smile for a few seconds.

Mathias: foolishly smiling
We all proudly want to give Orlando Marcello... GREENLAND!

Everyone fell silent and widely stared at the Nordics while they celebrated with a confused, but giggling Italian baby.

You: putting your hand on Mathias shoulder
But Greenland is part of your land, why don't you give it to your child when you have one?

Mathias: grinning
Orlando is my nephew, plus he was born in Denmark, therefore he is perfectly qualified to run his own country! Jeg er ikke interesseret i at have børn alligevel. (I'm not interested in having kids anyway) Tro mig , lukas er ikke den mindste smule kvindelige ! (Trust me, Lukas is not the slightest bit female)

Lukas walked over towards Mathias and picked Orlando of his shoulder and passed him over towards you; he looked up at the Dane in his usual monotone expression and gripped onto Mathias's necktie, making him gag and gasp for air.

You: walking while carrying Orlando
Let's go get some cake!

Everyone walked away leaving the Norwegian to choke the foolish Danish man.

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Aww! Orlando is growing up SOOO fast, it feels like he was just born the last chapter!  Author magic!

Thank you for reading and have a slice of cake or something sweet to celebrate little Orlando's first birthday! Plus you earned it for being fantastic and just so loyal to the story!

~BlueTimeFly