Written for Fire-x-Ice's 'First Time contest on deviantART
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia.
Denmark sighed in anticipation as he smoothed out the trousers of his tuxedo for the twentieth time and played with the red clover he had pinned to his suit jacket. He wanted nothing more in that moment than for Norway to come down the aisle in that white suit he had picked out – he had refused to wear a dress despite Denmark's pleading – and for the priest to marry them!
He wanted this time to be perfect, to show how much he truly cared for his Norwegian soon-to-be-husband. This wasn't the first time they were getting married. In fact, it was the third.
The first time, he hadn't been married to just Norway, but to Sweden as well, a three-way marriage that was in no way loving or intimate. Neither he nor Sweden had cared about Norway's well-being back then, and Denmark didn't love him at all, not like he did now. Norway had loved them both like brothers, but he and Sweden had been too blind to see it. The ceremony hadn't been anything special either, they'd just signed a sheet of paper and then Denmark and Sweden had gotten drunk, leaving Norway to take them both home.
The second time they'd gotten married was purely political also, though both nations had started to harbour romantic feelings for each other. But Denmark still loved someone more than Norway, and that someone was himself. He still came first in his own mind and he only saw the error of his ways after Norway left him to marry Sweden.
The third time was now, and it was everything Denmark knew that Norway would want. They were in a proper church, with a real priest, surrounded by their friends and family. They had real gold wedding rings with messages of love engraved on the inside. Denmark had even managed to convince Austria to play the wedding march on his violin, because he knew how much Norway loved violin, unsurprisingly, since the Norwegian played the stringed instrument himself.
The doors opened and skilful Austrian fingers played the familiar tune with ease. The congregation rose and looked towards the door, where Norway stood, arms linked with Iceland. They walked up to the altar together, Iceland kissing Norway on the cheek before he went and sat down in the front pew.
Denmark stood looking into his beloved's eyes for what seemed like days, weeks, but was only half an hour, as the priest talked. Denmark then had to say the most important thing he would ever say in his life.
"I take you, Norway, to be my husband from this day forward, to join with you and share all that is to come, and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."
Norway blushed lightly, and replied in turn.
"I take you, Denmark, to be my husband from this day forward, to join with you and share all that is to come, and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."
The newly married couple, after being given consent by the priest, locked lips in an innocent display of love and affection, before the couple, and their guests left for the wedding's after-party.
It may not have been the first time Denmark and Norway had gotten married, but it was the first time they'd ever had a proper wedding.