Hey! This is my first fic, sorry if It looks half ass-ed, but I really did try my best!

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya!

Here. Or maybe here. Definitely here. Beautiful.

Arthur smiled as he made the finishing touches of a soon-to-be bride's bouquet. It was simple yet it was just like how he pictured it. White Roses and salmon pink Lily of the Valley here and there. The Brit mentally patted himself on the back at a job well done. Arthur stood up as his eyes wandered at the shops interiors. He couldn't help but sigh. He slowly turned his gaze to a portrait hanging on a familiar wall behind the wooden counter.

"Pretty isn't it, Mother?" Arthur smiled and slowly grazed his fingertips on the flower petals. "Eliza is getting married today. You always did enjoy playing with her hair." Arthur slightly chuckled at the memory. It has been 10 years since his mother's death. It was a part of his past he wasn't really fond of recalling. The only momentum he had of his late mother was her flower shop. Fors Fortis is now in Arthur's able hands. And no matter what, he is determined to keep it in business.

The wedding starts at 2 PM

Arthur blinked a few times and glanced at the wall clock. Bollocks. He took the bouquet and adjusted his tie with one hand. God, these formal wears are too stuffy at times. "Matthew, are you ready up there? It's 12 o' clock. We still need to deliver these."

Matthew Williams is Arthur's assistant and has been working in the shop for 3 years. They met on a rainy day back when Matthew was waiting for his brother on a bus stop. The Englishman forgot to bring his umbrella on that particular day and Matthew, though a stranger was willing to share his. Long story short, Arthur invited him to work in his shop for the meantime and they have been business partners since that day. Matthew is a little shy and can be very awkward but he was also as hard working as his boss; and Arthur admired him for that.

Arthur could hear Matthew's manic footsteps tapping its way downstairs. "Coming! I just have to- wait…ugh damn sleeves." The assistant hurriedly fixed himself and took the bouquet from Arthur. "Sorry…" Arthur smiled at the boy. "It's quite alright." Time was ticking and they had flowers to deliver. Arthur gradually opened the door, "Has Alfred arrived y-"

"You called, Sweet cheeks?"

Ahh, speaking of the Idiot.

Alfred was already leaning on the wooden door frame wearing his signature grin. Alfred F. Jones, in particular is Matthew's brother. As anyone would have guessed, marital problems caused their different family names. Matthew stayed with their mother in Canada, while their father took Alfred and brought him up in America. Arthur had to admit their faces almost looked alike. If he was more honest, Arthur could admit the American was charming in his own way- but Alfred didn't need any more ego boost. Too bad Alfred was born with a bad head, as Arthur liked to think. The Brit raised an eyebrow and merely walked past the American, "Good morning to you too, git. Let's go".

Matthew chucked and the trio made their way inside the van. Alfred was driving so he had the driver's seat to himself. The Canadian reached for Alfred's back and gently tapped his brother's shoulder. "Hey, Al. You seem energetic today". Arthur rolled his eyes and slid the car door close.

Alfred smirked at the uptight Brit and beamed at his brother. "I'm always energetic, Matt. You know..."Alfred grinned and teasingly eyed Arthur, "Another day, another chance to upset Eyebrows!

"DRIVE, JONES"

"Yes, your Grumpiness!" Alfred gestured a salutation and started the engine. Matthew couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Just another day for the four of them.

"Bonjour! Ahhh Comment allez-vous, Mon amour?…hahaha I was joking, no?…I see…I'll be waiting." A man dressed in white glanced at his phone and smiled. He looked at the preparations and slowly breathed in and out. This was going to be long day. It was now or never, he thought. The Frenchman carefully opened the locket hanging on his neck "Je suis désolé, Mon petit…But there is not much time"

So uhh how is this for a first? I'm so anxious right now. Sorry. Uhm, hope you guys liked it! Chapter two is still on the process! Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated! ;v;

Comment allez-vous= How are you?

Je suis désolé= I'm sorry