"We made it through the big day England!" France says with a big smirk oh his face. His black suit is a perfect clash when compared to England's white dress... Well someone had to wear it.
England looks embarrassed, he is being carried bridal style by France into the crowd of countries that showed up. And the dress thing. "Not quite, we still have to do the reception..."

"Romano! Fratellone France finally got married! Doesn't this make you happy?" Italy exclaims to Romano, shaking his arm. Romano shrugs and rolls his eyes. "I only came because you made me... And for the free food... You bastard." Romano replies, refusing to show happiness despite secretly wanting to.
"This is a happy time for everyone here!" Hungary proclaims, clapping madly.
Austria claps along. "This is reminding me of something I wish to forget..."
"And WHO'S the one that married them!?" Prussia shouts loudly, making a bold pose as he somehow glows.
Spain seems to be laughing with joy uncontrollably.

England covers his eyes, not wanting to look at the embarrassment the others are putting themselves into. "Let's just finish this, please."
"You got it my darling!" France dashes to the reception.
"Let's go people!" Prussia points the way to the reception.

France uses his fork to tap his almost empty glass of wine. He doesn't have his first layer of his suit on anymore, as England is using it to cover his embarrassment all over his face.
"Alright, you all know what you're here for, so I shall cut to the chase... Mainly so England can get out of the dress." France starts up a speech. "Simply, thank you all for coming. I don't think it could have gone any better than it did."
Despite being a little too embarrassed to show his entire face, England stands up to add to the speech. "I actually never thought that this was going to happen... I'm glad it did... I hope this lasts." England says.

Austria and Hungary can't help but give England some harsh glares.

"... Yes, and that's it! Short and Sweet... We have all eaten yes? Now it's time for dance!" France proclaims, then pulling England onto the dance floor with him. France then starts up a partner dance. He pulls England closer to him by the ass, England blushes and stares into France's eyes.
"Wearing the dress is not that bad... It's the fact that I'm male and doing it in front of friends..." England admits.
France chuckles a little. "Don't worry about that, they don't care what you wear, as long as you look good in it. And you obviously do." He compliments.
"You dolt! You're just saying that so I'm not embarrassed!" England replies back.
France laughs a little more and gently holds England's chin. "No, I'm being serious." France then pulls England's face towards his, so he can kiss England, which he softly does.
England goes back to being silent, now simply wanting to enjoy his dance with France.

"Ugh, how are people still here?" England asks, annoyed.

"Veeeeeeeee... hic!" Italy trips over nothing and lands face first on a table.
"Veneziano, you've had too much wine... Even for someone like you. So STOP DRINKING IT AND LET ME TAKE YOU HOME YOU BASTARD!" Romano yells at Italy, while also shaking him out of anger.
Italy just smiles and pours the rest of the wine in the bottle he was holding all over Romano. Romano growls and uses a nearby napkin to try and dry himself of the wine.

"I didn't want to use force but you leave me with no choice..." Romano clenches his fist and knocks Italy out with a swift punch, then picking up his unconscious body and exiting.

"What can I say? We like our wine a little too much..." France laughs.
"Can we leave now?" England asks.
"Oh, yes we can." France picks up England once more and carries him away.

"Now we are all alone..." France gently places England on the bed of a hotel room.
"Can't we just go straight home? There are other people here... In the rooms around us... And below us..." England asks, wanting some privacy.
France simply smiles and sits next to him. "Of course, but it's a little too late now." He then starts taking off the rest of his suit. "Let's rest here for the night, then we can go home."

England stands up and takes off his dress. "Ugh, wonder when this will be used again..."
"We could always give it to someone that needs it, or keep it for some roleplay." France laughs a little bit, folding his suit and packing it away.

"Ugh, I don't have anything comfy to sleep in..." England pouts a little, standing next to the bed in his underwear.
France then walks up to him, completely nude. "You could just sleep nude, my dear." He offers, slowly pulling down England's plain white underwear. England is quick to pull them and slaps France on his thigh. "I know what you're thinking of and... Not now... I'd rather do it where no one can hear us..." England says, blushing a little.
"Oh, you'd like to be a little kinky then?" France smiles, hugging England from behind then kissing his cheek. "I got it. So, let us sleep then!" France then pulls England down onto the bed with him and drapes the blanket over both of them.

"Goodnight my newly crowned Prince."
"Sleep well you big oaf."