For KawaiiNinjaPanda

It was your birthday!

Well, the day after your birthday.You've gotten calls, texts, email, heck, internet Private Messages from everyone you knew.

Except for one: Franziska Schafer; the the stragely charming Austrian woman whom befriended you maybe a year back. You enjoyed her company, dispite her flirtatious personality; though you hardly ever got to see her. It surprised you that she hadn't contacted you on your special day.

Being the dfay after, and you not having any other plans until the weekend, you were just lounging in your room, with your laptop and jammies just scrolling through tumblr.

That's when you noticed a PM.

     "Darrrlinnnng~! My love, I'm sorry for not messaging you sooner; Thing got a little hecktic here... But! Happy birthday! See you soon!

"Soon?" You mummbleed to yourself, leaning closer to the screen slightly. This was obviously Franziska, but 'see you soon'? You snorted and ran a hand through your messy hair. This PM was recent, as you didn't remember seeing it when you logged on this morning. And for some reason, this 'soon' gave you a suspicious feeling. Surley, that dark skinned Austrian was talking about Christmas or something... right?  

You sat there, on your bed, having an internal debate on when this 'soon' was, and wether or not your should be worried, or happy, with this vaugness. You sat back, leaning on your hands, and just thought about it with your eyes glued on your screen. "... maybe I should call someone...?"

Your plan on calling a friend fell through and now you were just getting ready just-in-case something were to happen. Today. 'soon'. Dman that four letter word!

xXxXxXx

It took more than an hour for you to get ready due to plain winter lethargicness. Several times you found yourself questioning wether or not you should ruin your lazy, comfortable, day-after-birthday day. But you knew being caught off guard that one Austrian woman in your jammies wasn't exactly a good idea; that was the only thing that willed you through.

But now you were done and ready for anything that may (or may not) come your way. You sat on your living room couch, slightly anxious, with you laptop. Sure, you weren't 100% sure of Franziska comming, but you were still a bit excited!  

xXxXxXx

Not even 10 minutes after you sat down, you a noise at the front door. 'Ha, I knew it!" You thought quickly, practically jumping off the couch and running to the door. You pulled it open quickly only to be met with... Cold Air... You leaned out the door slightly, and looked around; left, right, across the street. The only thing around was squirle you scared. You couldn't help the dissapointment you felt wash over you; sure it was obvious no one be comming, who even does that? You let out a small huff and closed the door slowly. Sadly.

Turning to head back to your room, you stopped by the couch you were previously occupying to pick up your disgarded laptop. Clutching it back to your chest, you muttered, "Pajamas here I come." as you walked back to your room.

"Nononononono pajamas are later, have I taught you nothing?" That accent you could reconize anywhere, and to say it startled you would be an understatment. You had a death grip on your laptop and suffered a mini heart attack from it's suddeness. You looked up to where the voice had come from and you found none other than Franziska leaning against the wall with a rather amused look on her face; you must have looked like a fool as she seemed to be holding back a laugh, judging by the hand she had pressed against her mouth.

"I'm sorry I'm not sorry for sneaking up on ya." She said, obviously struggling not to laugh; you looked like a deer caught in head lights. The taller woman got up from her spot and approached you swiftly, pulling you into a bear hug. "Happy belated birthday my darling!" She exclaimed with an accent that seemed thicker than before, and spinned you slightly. "Ah, I missed you. Here, I come bearing things!" She sat you down on the couch, not even waiting for you to respond to her. T

The older woman pulled out a bag from behind her and handed you three things: a box of gourmet Belgium Chocolates, a beautifully knitted scarf of your favorite color(which she kindly threw at your face), and a rather large German winter mug with your named desgined into it.

"This is all I got ya from home, but I have the rest of the day planned out for us! First we'll grab lunch, then go and celibrate at places I found. You have nothing planned for ta day, ya?" She looked down at you with an expactant smile, waiting for your answer.

Sadly, all you could do was look at her dumbly; everything was so sudden, you were processing everything. From her mere apperance, the gifts, and now she had plans... Was this real life? You knew how idiotic you probably looked, staring up at her with a blank expression. It was all sinking in now. Franziska was here. She had presents. And she was taking you out for the day. This was great! Even if your reaction to everything was was greatly delayed...  

You were about to (finally) speak your first word to her, when you noticed her smile morph into a smirk and there was a mischivious glint ion her eye.

"But, ya know. If going out isn't your thing, we could just stay here and... have sexy time." She wiggling her eyebrows suggestivly at you, and the heat in your cheeks were almost instant.

"N-no! Going out sounds great." You said, still feeling flustered by her previous remark; you could hear her sigh in feigned dissapointment, and you smiled. "I'm happy you came."

"Anything for you, my love." She smiled and knelt infront of you. "There's no better thing to celibrate than the day my beloved friend came into the world, and is still here."

Her words were filled with endearment, and value for you. And her gifts were sincerein their simplicity. What ever she had planned for you was greatly thought out, and you knew you'd enjoy it more than anything.

"Again, Happy birthday, my love."

She leaned forward and hugged you again. A hug filled with warmth and love.


Fin
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Friendshipping is the best thing ever. Happy brithday IO hope you liked it! I'm sorry if it's crappy, and uneventful.... this was deleted while writting three times...

Franziska Schafer (c) EJSN