Agony, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

It hurt. Seeing him wait for someone else to walk down the aisle hurt.

Elizaveta felt a numbing pain in her chest as Antonio waited, smiling, at the end of the path. Anri, she thought, was trying her best not to bolt away from her brother's arms and rush into Antonio's welcoming ones.

Elizaveta wanted to be the one to rush to him, to be able to hold him. To be one with him.

What hurt the most was that both of them were oblivious to the fact that Elizaveta loved the Spanish man oh so dearly. They assigned her as the Maid of Honour for their very special day, which, in her own opinion, was just outright cruel. The first time they discussed it, it felt like her insides were being violently ripped out. But she agreed, stupid, stupid, stupid Elizaveta agreed out of damn politeness.

The Hungarian woman had to hold back her frantic sobs as she watched Anri ascend on the podium along with the girl's ever-so-lovely Spanish groom, Antonio. They looked so perfect, so meant to be, as if in every possible alternate universe they would still end up together.

The wedding dragged on painfully for Elizaveta. Unlike her prejudgement, it was not the couple's kiss that stung the most. Instead, it was when the priest called forth any objections. Elizaveta's arms were shaking, itching to be raised. She pursed her lips as she held them down.

She watched as the couple nearly sprinted to the door as the wedding ended, flowers petals being thrown about as they laughed merrily. Anri, like established tradition, tossed her bouquet backwards and onto the waiting crowd, where a shocked Lili (who accidentally caught the flowers) was being stared wide-eyed at by an equally baffled Vash. Had the predicament not been so painful for the Hungarian, she would've chuckled.

But that was really out of the question as she gazed emptily at the jolly, cheering crowd as they headed out the doors. She saw Francis and Gilbert give her rare looks that seemed somewhat apologetic and full of sympathy right before they headed out along with the others.

And as she was left alone in the now quiet and empty church, Elizaveta Hedervary wept.