I turned to the mirror and saw myself in an elegant but simple white wedding gown... I allowed myself a small smile of joy. Today I'd be marrying Roderich. I looked myself over, silver earrings gleaming, a veil from long ago flowed down my hair... I was missing something I knew, but wasn't sure what.

"Hmm. Something old and something new, something borrowed, something... Oh right! Blue!" I said and took out a necklace I had not touched since it was given to me and placed it around my neck. 'Gilbert had been right. The necklace really does make my green eyes pop- wait! Why the hell am I thinking about that loser?!' I growled at my own mind and regained my train of thought. I put the veil over my eyes, took up my bouquet and stepped onto the aisle.

Roderich looked like his head was going to explode, in a good way. He looked so handsome in his brand new suit. Feliciano's smile grew when he saw me. Wait. Was that even possible? Knowing Italy, it was. I handed my bouquet to Ukraine, for now and took Roderich's hands. He blushed slightly at the touch but said nothing and smiled. Something grew in my stomach as Feliciano spoke, slowly getting to the "I do's". Surely it was just anticipation to become Roderich's wife once more, but something felt-

BAM! Feliciano jumped a foot into the air at the noise and everyone turned to the window. I heard him before I saw him. I heard the man moan. I sighed irritably. 'Of course he'd crash the wedding! That damned bastard! How dare he even think such a thing?' I thought. Roderich went to the window near the sound and opened it. He peered out and stepped back in.

Suddenly Gilbert flew through the window, landing on his feet. His colorless hair was even more messed up than normal and when his dark, blood red eyes looked at me, they held more anger and what appeared to be hate within them. Gilbert advanced on me, ignoring his brother's exclamations of him to stop and explain himself. He suddenly pulled me to him, his arm across my chest, holding me tight, the other holding a sword to my throat.

"Anyone move or follow and the bride gets decapitated!" Gilbert exclaimed to the room. Feliciano was shaking, hiding in the back of Ludwig's jacket but Gilbert allowed for only that. He roughly dragged me out of the chapel and down the road. He had a strange, determined look on his face.

"What the hell is this about Gilbert!?" I growled at him.

"Hmph. Think you're all that scary without your pan or any weapon? Unless of course, you managed to hide it in your dress, I can't imagine where though." Gilbert said, deliberately looking at the V of my dress and how nicely snug it was on my body. I growled even more, unable to stop myself from blushing like an idiot. At the latter, Gilbert smiled humorlessly. Oh how I wanted to wipe that grin off of his face.

"What do you want Gilbert!" I snarled, poison on every syllable. His smile grew at that and he simply whispered, hissed rather, in my ear. "What I took. You."

His breath on my neck and in my ear sent shivers down my back.