It was your birthday. You hadn’t made a big deal of it since it was basically just another day, however you had hoped that at least someone would’ve wished you a happy birthday.

You’re sat in your barracks, doing whatever, when there’s a knock at your door.

Upon opening it, your Colonel, König, enters, smiling at you.

“Hallo, Liebling!!” He said, Austrian accent strong. He then put down a bag he’d been carrying on your bed.

“How has your day been?”