Yom Hu'le'det Sa'mei'ax, Yisra'el
Yom Hu'le'det Sa'mei'ax, Yisra'el= Happy Birthday, Israel
Ani ohevet ot'cha= I love you
Mien Bruder= my brother
Guten Abend= Good evening
Seni savior= I love you
America throws Israel a HUGE birthday party
okay HUGE as in very elaborate, but he invited all of the Hebrew's dear friends
including a Turk hoping to help ease tensions. Will it work or will a fight ensue?
Blue eyes scan the pronunciation key of the words. "The Yom hu'le'det sa'mei'ax, Yisra'el Committee is now called to order. We have until tomorrow
that's May 14th people
to collaborate the biggest birthday Adara has ever had!"
"Bloody hell, Alfred she doesn't WANT a birthday party! We're not all like you wanting big shindigs to remind us how old we are." Arthur sighed, looking up from the book he was reading.
"She's only sixty-three, Iggy!" The American protested.
"Technically, Alfred." Matthias said. "Abraham
the first man called a Hebrew
was born in 1976 BC, so she's three thousand nine hundred eighty-seven years old
but sixty-three candles would be nicer
The room stilled.
"H-how did you know that?! E-even I didn't know that and I'm her personal Hero!" Alfred said.
The Danish man laughed. "Adara needing a hero
needing YOU as her hero?! HA! She's tough
don't underestimate her." He propped his feet up on the conference table. "So much for a 'special relationship'."
The American frowned and turned to Ludwig and Gilbert who also held the title of 'special relationship' with Israel. "Did you know about this?!"
Both Germans looked at each other. Gilbert grinned. "She was our baby sitter. Kesesesese
and she was a tough one too."
"Ve~ I remember her babysitting Lovi and me when Nono couldn't. She was really nice and liked my paintings!" Feliciano smiled.
Romano turned red at his brother's barging in on the subject. "S-she was okay
"Lovi you look like a tomate~" Spain cooed.
The blonde German frowned. "Mien Bruder is right. She's old Alfred
face the facts
you and your New World neighbors are the babies of the world while Adara and the East are up their with the Ancients
even the Scandinavians can't compete."
Matthias and Tino pouted at that while Emil and Lukas scowled in protest. Berwald just looked like he normally did
he was only here because his wife liked the Jew.
Alfred pouted. "Well
" He then brightened up. "We'll just have to work to make this even better than the best birthday she'll ever have!"
oh wise hero do we do that?!" Arthur said. "NONE of us
can tell us ANYTHING about her! All we know is she makes warm knitted things at Christmas time and sends over sweets at Hanukkah and when she visits, she does more listening than talking!"
Matthias smiled. "I don't know THAT much about her (I'm too busy trying to get her to let her hair down)
but I know someone who does. It'll be risky
the current situation on him is
Tino looked at the Dane. "You mean the Turk?" The Finn frowned a bit. "He would know
she was under his empire before Arthur came and beat her."
"The Turk?" Alfred said confused.
"YOU ARE DENSE!?" Arthur said, bopping Alfred on the head with his book. "They're talking about Sadiq, you moron!"
"Tino is correct, aru. Their relationship has been rocky lately
but Matthias is right too. Sadiq is the only one alive who knows her best, aru! He's our only hope." Yao said softly.
"I say we call him." Matthew said. The Hebrew was the only one, besides a certain Prussian, who could remember him and he liked her a lot.
"Who are you?!" The room of people said.
The Canadian withered and moved to leave.
"HE'S MATTHEW YOU MORONS! Forget those idiots, Birdie." Gilbert said, rushing to the Canadian's side. "Adara'll remember you. She's just that awesome
but not as awesome as me. Kesesese~"
I-I know she will
" Matthew said as he faded from every non-Prussian's view.
who'll give the call?" Gilbert said, looking around at the room of people who were friends with (or at least tolerated) the Hebrew woman they were gathered here for.
"I will." Ludwig said, standing up. "Who has his number?"
Everyone turned to a sleeping Greek, but not wanting to wake him, they moved instead to Kiku. Said Japanese man flushed and held out his phone. "I-it's under Sadiq-san
Germany found the number and pounded it into his own phone. "Guten Abend, Sadiq. It's Ludwig. Look, we need you at Alfred's right away, you're the only one who can help us. Really? Danke. Bye."
All eyes fell on the German. He looked at them then to the American. "He'll be on the next flight out of Turkey."
The first thing Sadiq Adnan said when he entered the room was not a cheerful hello or asking what was he needed for, it was. "Why's that damn cat here?!"
Heracles woke from his slumber and glared at the man. "Why are YOU here? You're not wanted or needed
you threw her away like garbage!"
Sadiq was confused. "Who?"
Japan sighed and got in the middle before a fight could break out. "Adara-chan's birthday is tomorrow
you know her best
we need your help Sadiq-san."
The Turk froze
he almost forgot
he cursed himself and plopped into the nearest vacant seat. "Ya couldn't tell 'em, Matthias?"
"I don't know everything about her
you're the only one blessed with that knowledge." The Dane said lightly.
Tino glared at the Turk. "Hurry up and spill so you can get out!"
Sadiq's green eyes widened. "What the hell?! I was asked ta help!"
Tino frowned and shrunk into Berwald's embrace muttering Finnish curses.
Sadiq realized why he was getting hated on and flipped them all off. "If it weren't fer the fact I haven't missed her birthday
except those years she was with Arthur (stupid English bastard)
I'd leave and damn you all to Hell!"
Heracles scoffed. "What's new?" He then returned the gesture the Turk gave. "Keep it. I don't want your nasty ass."
Kiku sighed and pinched his Greek lover roughly. "Remember why you're here."
Heracles instantly fell asleep on the Japanese man's lap muttering in his sleep in Greek.
will you tell us, Sadiq?" Ludwig asked, getting a notepad and pen out.
but for her not you guys. You guys can suck my
" The Turk snarled.
"ENOUGH!" The German shouted. "This childishness has to end! We have less than twenty-four hours to make this happen
so let's just be civil for two days!"
The Turk settled in his chair, looking around the room once more. There was relative silence as he thought to himself, save for a few whispered exchanges between some of the others.
"Well," Sadiq eventually spoke, "like any woman I guess, she really likes cute things."
"Very well" Ludwig answered. "'Cute' is a broad subject, but at least we're getting somewhere."
"Hahaha! I know!" Alfred laughed loudly. "We should bake a really, really big cake with puppies and kittens and birdies and stuff on it!"
"A-ah..." the soft-spoken Japanese man spoke up, "No thank you, Alfred. I for one, would be put off by such a cake."
"Mm..." the Greek in his lap mumbled, "Most of the Spring's kittens are old enough now. We should give her some."
"Like hell I'll allow your bastard cats near her!" Sadiq growled.
"You do a bad job of keeping her away then." Heracles sat up and glared at the Turk.
"What didya just say?!"
"You know full well what I said. Asking me to repeat it isn't going to change the facts."
"You're lying!" He stood up out of his chair fiercely.
"No, I'm not. You're the douche who doesn't realize she's been visiting your worst enemy." The Grecian stood up to match the other's stance.
"Guys!" Ludwig shouted. "This pointless fighting has to stop!"
"Who're ya calling a douche?" Sadiq hissed, taking foe by the shirt.
"You" was his calm, yet fierce, reply, knocking the Turk back by hitting his forearm into his chest. "Get out of my face, damn sleazebag."
Sadiq coughed, before rushing the other again. "YOU get outta my business, bastard!"
Before long, there were more punches exchanged than words. Ludwig jumped up and placed himself between the two older nations.
The two huffed and returned to their seats.
"I agree!" Feliciano spoke up. "I'd want lots of little kitties for my birthday!"
"Only you..." muttered his older brother.
"Does anyone else have any other suggestions?" Ludwig asked, writing on his clipboard.
A Dane finally piped up. "She likes Turkish rock
Tino smiled brightly. "We can make that the theme~ We can do a J-Rock Turkish fusion to make it crazy fun!"
Kiku blushed at that. "That
wouldn't be a bad idea really
most of us here did go through a rock phase."
Alfred, Arthur, Ludwig, Gilbert, and the Scandinavians all coughed awkwardly and Arthur was rubbing his hip quite peculiarly.
Heracles tore away from Sadiq long enough to smile. "Then let's do it
everyone will dress in rock style and I guess we can have the masked ass convince Adara to do the same."
Sadiq growled at the way it was said, but nodded. "Fine
you guys set it up and I'll get the prenses." he then left to find the Jew in question.
"SHE'S NOT YOUR 'PRENSES', ASSHOLE!"
"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Followed in the Turk's wake.
Meanwhile, in Jerusalem, Adara was tending to her sheep and gardens with her Kengal, Rani.
The Jew sighed sadly. "Not even a call
" She whispered checking her cell phone for the fifth time that day.
For her birthday, her bosses gave her the day off and said they'd take care of things in her stead, so the woman was just doing what she normally did
since her friends forgot her. "Or
maybe I finally have no friends
Suddenly a loud Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee was heard and rock landed beside her. On the rock was a note with the following.
Happy Birthday, whore! NOT!
With hate- Palestine, Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, ect, ect.
Adara crumpled the paper and sighed. "What a waste of ink."
Soon her phone rang and she answered it. "Shalom?"
"Adara, dear! It's Shanti! Happy Birthday! I'm sending some spices your way as we speak! I look forward to some curry from you next time we hang out!" The Indian woman on the other end said happily.
"Shanti! Oh thank goodness! I thought everyone forgot
other than my brother and his friends." Adara said in relief. "I look forward to your package! I cannot wait! I was running low on the good cardamom."
Shanti laughed. "I figured as much. Hey I have to go, I'm super busy today
so again Happy Birthday, Adara and may your wishes come true."
"Toda raba, Shanti. Goodbye." The Jew smiled then hung up.
She went to her mailbox to check if any other people were too busy to come wishing her well and found packages from Taiwan and Ethiopia.
Taiwan's package contained Asian cosmetics and skincare goods. The Jew LOVED these things and they worked wonders for her skin.
Ethiopia's gift was cloths in many colors and patterns. Adara smiled at her 'sister's' gift and went to put her haul away.
About this time, Sadiq was just outside her home and began to pace nervously. How was he going to ask? He soon just went up and knocked on the door.
Adara peeked out and was surprised. "S-Sadiq!"
The Turk barged in and went to her closet and raided it.
"H-hey what are you doing?!"
Sadiq tossed her some clothes. "Put 'em on. I'll fix yer hair. Hurry." He then waited on her couch, petting the Turkish Angora she owned.
After Adara emerged, Sadiq got to work taking the woman's caramel hair and styling it like a crazy man.
"W-what are you doing?!" She cried in horror.
"Trust me, Prenses."
After the makeover, Sadiq dragged the Israeli woman to where they were holding the party.
"Alright! We're here!" He called loudly to let the others know he had the guest of honor.
Inside, everyone scrambled to turn off lights and hide. Sadiq led Adara inside and flipped on the lights.
"YOM HU'LE'DET SA'MEI'AX, YISRA'EL!" A chorus of accented voices shouted.
Adara looked ready to cry. "E-everyone
" She whispered and put her hands to her mouth. "T-thank you so much!"
Alfred smiled. "And one again the Hero has helped!"
Sadiq glared. "Hey if it wasn't fer me you guys wouldn't have thought of anything!"
Alfred gave a small smirk which made Arthur worry a bit
what was the American thinking?
The Jew looked at the Turkish man. "Y-you orchestrated this?"
Sadiq shrugged. "not really
they called me up and I gave them a few hints and
Adara just gave the man a huge hug. "You do still care." She whispered.
Sadiq blushed. "O-of course I care, Prenses
Seni seviyorum, Adara."
Adara turned pink and smiled up at him. "Ani ohevet ot'cha, Sadiq."
Although they didn't like it, the other nations smiled softly at this and the party went on swimmingly.