Author's Note:
OMFGOMFGOMFG! Finally finished the first chapter of this! I got so many good reviews to continue this so here you are! Gah i know the title sucks but hey, couldn't think of anything better. Thank you all SO much for giving me so much support so you guys deserve this (even though this sucks)! Oh yeah! I want to give an honorary bowl of miso soup to Shiori the Weaver of Dreams for helping me with this! I would have never figured out what to do without her help!
Anywho, first chapter- BEGIN!
Today was finally the day. The day Latvia had been anticipating for two weeks now.
Poor Raivis was trembling slightly, glancing around the fancy dressing room, while Toris, Felix and Tino helped him get ready. Raivis was clothed in mostly white, including his dress shirt, shoes and pants. His vest was a pastel shade of powder blue, which was the corresponding color for the occasion. Feliks adjusted Latvia's tie once more before stepping back to admire his work.
"You look like, totally fab," Poland says, flipping his blonde locks.
"You do look great." said Toris, grinning happily at his younger brother. Latvia blushed and tried to find the right words to thanks them.
Finland sighs.
"My dears are growing up!" Tino says cheerily, obviously excited for the two of them. Raivis' fair skin blushed so violently, it clashed with the plush carpet of the floor and he stuttered his thanks and tried to keep from embarrassing himself. He looked in the mirror to see himself, and he really did look good. He hoped Peter would like it; be proud of him. He smiled just at the thought of him.
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Our Peter was having a bit more trouble getting ready. Arthur and Alfred had taken the position of assisting him in getting ready.
"You clean up well," Arthur admired, almost not believing his "son" was getting married.
"Arthur, loosen up! He looks awesome!" Alfred says ruffling Arthur's blonde locks.
"What do you mean, 'loosen up'? I'm completely calm!" Arthur protested, glaring intently.
Peter sighed. He hoped his marriage with Raivis wouldn't turn out so stressed like this. Nonetheless, it seemed that Arthur and Alfred had already worked it out, Arthur pouting in Alfred's arms while the latter chuckled slightly. Peter couldn't help but be worrying over how Latvia was holding up without him. He hoped the ceremony would start soon so he could see him. He looked in the mirror and straightened his powder blue jacket and furrowed his eyebrows with more worry. Alfred and Arthur rested their hands on his now broad shoulders in reassurement. Peter smiled his thanks, confidently looking forward to the events to come.
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Most of the guests were beginning to arrive when both of the nations were ready. Peter greets Raivis with a chaste kiss and a quick hug.
"You look great," he admires, only making Raivis blush more.
"Y-You look good too, Peter," Latvia stutters, not being able to help his tremors. Peter takes hold of Raivis' hand and leads the way down the hall.
Raivis and Peter had invited most of the countries, be them friends or foes, and most had never really known them well. Still most of those whom they had invited had come because of the occasion and were happy for the two nonetheless.
The first pair they saw was Antonio and a pouting Lovi, obviously only coming along because the Spaniard was there.
"Ah, you must be Peter! Congratulations you two~!" Spain says in his sing-song voice, shaking Peter's hand heartily.
"Yeah and this is Raivis," Peter answers, grinning and gesturing towards a cowering Latvia.
"Ah! Blushing just like a tomato! Just like Lovi~" Antonio says, playing with Romano's cheeks, now blushed deep scarlet.
"Fuck off, bastard!" Romano complains, trying to pull the laughing nation from his face. Sealand laughs and pats Latvia on the head.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Spain chimes, picking up a basket of ripe red tomatoes and giving it to Peter.
"For you~! Best of this year's harvest!" Antonio says enthusiastically, nudging Lovi to give his blessings to the two.
Suddenly, another couple enters the room.
"Nii-chan~!" none other than Italy sings out, twirling around and hugging Lovi profusely.
"Another idiot...." Romano mutters.
An angry Germany soon follows, obviously stressed.
"I can't even take my eyes off of you for two seconds can I?" the German complains, shaking his head.
"Ve! You two are getting married right? That's so cute! I can't wait until I do!" the younger Italian chimes and blabbers on and on about his own love life.
"Gee, thanks! I really appreciate all of you coming-" Peter is cut off by an all too familiar murderous aura and the scent of fried rice entering the room.
Author's Note (again):
OTL cliffhanger! Sorry! If you can guess who the two guests are, then 10 cool points for you! Thanks again for all your support! If you want another chapter, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thanks again to Shiori the Weaver of Dreams! Sorry for producing this crap, so im going to go hit myself with a keyboard now.