AN:

So its me...Pupeez4eva :D

Some of you might know me (I've done some Hetalia fics). I don't usually write romance but I thought I'd give it a go because, hey, you're never going to learn if you don't try, right?

Hopefully this will be good and not a complete fail...I guess we'll wait and find out xD

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He hadn't meant to completely screw up his brothers wedding day.

Really; he may have thought Natalya Braginski was a complete and utter psychopath, but she was Mattie's psychopath, and he respected that (most of the time).

He wouldn't have done what he did if he had realized what he was doing...

It had started when his phone had rung. Well, okay, it was Mattie's phone but he borrowed it so often that it might has well have been his. Maybe, if he had finally gotten around to getting his own phone instead of 'borrowing' his brothers, things might have turned out differently. But he didn't; and they didn't.

"Hello?" Alfred murmured into the receiver. He'd just woken up and had barely left his previous state of sleep. His eyes were only opened in small slits.

"Hello? Is this Matthew Williams?"

"Huh?" Alfred blinked, trying to make sense of what the voice had said. "Uh, um, sure" he mumbled, deciding to stay on the safe side.

"I just wanted to confirm your reservation at the chapel for this Saturday."

"Reservation? For what?" Alfred blinked. "I didn't make any reservations."

"Is everything still going ahead as planned?"

"What? No!" Alfred exclaimed, his voice still slurred with sleep. "I never reserved anything. Cancel it!"

Geez his parents would kill him if he begged them for any more cash.

"Are you sure?" the voice asked.

"Yeah, yeah" Alfred muttered. "Can we say bye now? I want to go back to sleep."

He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the pillow. With a sleepy sigh he buried his head against the soft, fluffy mass and closed his eyes.

A moment later he had sat back up, his eyes wide.

"Wait, what just happened?!"

...

When he finally realized exactly what he had done, Alfred proceeded to freak the hell out.

"Shit, shit, shit" he moaned. He picked up Mattie's phone and flung it against the wall. "Dammit, phone, this is all your fault!"

Okay...so maybe it was his fault too. Just a bit. A very, very tiny bit.

Mattie was going to kill him!

Alfred stood up and paced the room. It wasn't the end of the world; so he had cancelled Mattie's reservation at the chapel. The chapel he was getting married at. The chapel he was getting married at in three days with a fucking psychotic bitch who would probably rip his throat out if she ever found out...

...Like he said, not the end of the world.

"I'll just call them back" he reasoned, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "I'll just call them back, explain to them that this is all their fault and that I demand that reservation back, or else they'll also be responsible for my death."

...Or something like that anyway.

Fumbling for the phone, Alfred searched through the contacts, hoping like hell that his obsessive twin brother had kept the number of the chapel in there. Sure enough he had.

'Well at least that's something' Alfred thought. 'Maybe the world doesn't hate me after all...'

Alfred quickly dialed the number and held the phone up to his ear. He fidgeted impatiently, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hi, yeah, I cancelled this reservation before except that was a mistake, and it was partially your fault, so please be nice and give it back" Alfred rambled.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry" said the voice on the other end. "Could you please repeat all that."

"Look, this Saturday, at two thirty in the afternoon, my brother had a reservation at the chapel, under the name of Matthew Williams. I...cancelled it. By accident of course. I'm a brilliant brother, I wouldn't do something like this on purpose!"

"Matthew Williams, did you say it was?" the voice on the other end asked, ignoring all of Alfred's other rambles.

"Yeah" Alfred replied. "Matthew. Mattie. That's my baby bro alright - can you give him back his reservation and pretend none of this ever happened?"

"...It was cancelled."

"I know it was cancelled!" Alfred cried, exasperated. "I cancelled it. I already explained this to you, remember?"

"I'm sorry" the voice said, although there was no such emotion present in it. "Someone has already taken that spot."

"...What?" Alfred's jaw dropped open. "But I just cancelled! How the hell did someone take it already?!"

"We're completely packed" replied the voice. "The couple that reserved that spot were on the waiting list."

"But my brother had the spot first!" Alfred could feel sweat beginning to form on his brow. "You can't just give it to someone else!"

"You're brother cancelled."

"I cancelled!" Alfred let out a noise of frustration. "Don't you get it?! I. Cancelled. Mattie's. Reservation. Please, you have to give it back! Mattie's been so excited about this and he's going to hate me forever when he finds out - and Natalya is going to kill me - come on, have a heart -"

"I'm sorry sir" once again, the voice held no such emotion. "Perhaps I could add you on the waiting list?"

"I don't want to be on a damn waiting list!" Alfred howled. "I need the same time as before!"

There was the sound of flicking paper.

"...How about I give you that time but on Sunday instead?" the voice suggested, after a moment.

"NO!" Alfred snapped. "I need Saturday. SATURDAY!"

"Then I'm sorry - there isn't anything I can do."

"You people suck!" Alfred snapped. "See if I...uh...vote for you! In the next election!"

He nodded his head, then slammed his palm against his forehead and threw the phone against the wall.

Damn him. Damn the chapel. Damn whichever bastards had stolen Mattie's spot.

What the hell was he going to do now?!

...

If there really was a God, then he hated Alfred's guts.

Moments after he had ended the phone call, and had proceeded to bash his head against the pillow amidst howls of frustration, there was a knock on the door. Alfred would have just ignored it, if it hadn't been for the yell that followed.

"ALFRED! OPEN THE DOOR - I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

Oh dear God; it was the psychotic bitch.

"Natalya!" he laughed, trying to hide the horror in his voice. The blonde girl stood on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, scowling furiously at him.

"I'm not here for chit-chat" she snapped. "I have a wedding in a few days, after all. I just wanted to stop by and tell you one little thing."

"Oh" Alfred shuffled from one foot to the other and tried to hide his fear. "Well, what might that be."

Natalya leaned in close.

"Oh, careful Nat!" Alfred joked. "You're marrying my brother, remember?"

Natalya didn't smile. "Alfred" she hissed. "This Saturday is going to be a very important day for me. I'm going to be marrying the man I love. Do you know how important this is? Everything needs to be perfect."

"Of course it'll be perfect!" Alfred laughed. "Why wouldn't it be? It's not like you don't have a place to get married!"

'Shut up Alfred' he thought to himself.

"Shut up, Alfred" Natalya told him. "I don't care about your annoying little jokes. I don't care about you. You're annoying, I hate your guts and I always will. However - you're Matthews brother. I'm stuck with you by association."

"I'd say -"

"I don't care" Natalya cut him off. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Alfred, you have a history of royally screwing things up." She leaned in closer. "If you ruin my big day in any way - I will come to your house in the middle of the night and chop your balls off."

Alfred paled.

Natalya leaned back and fixed her hair, eyeing him with a deadly look in her eyes.

"I'm not joking, Alfred" she said. "I have my ways - Matthew would never find out. Do you like your manhood, Alfred? Do you like it very much?"

"Natalya" Alfred stuttered. "Really, this is kind of creepy..."

"Good" Natalya smiled. "Remember that and do not do anything to mess up my big day. If you do, you know what will happen."

With a final chilling glance, Natalya flounced off the doorstep and disappeared down the street.

"...Oh shit" Alfred whispered, staring in horror at the empty spot where she had previously been.