A/N: Hello, faithful readers! Tis I for another fanfiction! Sorry about the derpy wedding scene. I've only been to two weddings in my lifetime, one that was back when I was a wee little chiddler! So...Enjoy some HRE x Chibitalia fluffiness!
The organ starts to play, and a single blond-haired 18-year-old version of Holy Roman Empire is waiting at one end of the church, a broad smile on his face.
The doors fly open in a swirl of doves and rose petals, and here comes the bride, dressed in a white bride's gown complete with veil, with several women behind her.
All the people in the church are looking at the bride, some wiping their eyes. HRE faintly spots Romano, Spain, France, Hungary, Austria and Prussia amongst the crowd.
HRE starts to frown, but puts a smile back on his face when the bride steps up beside him.
"Dearly beloved," The preacher began. "We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman on holy matrimony. If anyone resents this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."
There was an awkward curtain of silence draped all around the room as the preacher waited for any "I object".
"If so, we are now ready to proceed."
The preacher turned toward HRE. "Do you take this woman as your wife, to have and to hold for the rest of your days, in riches and in poor, in sickness and in health, and with love or without?"
"I do," HRE proudly proclaimed, slipping the ring on the finger of the woman beside him.
The preacher turned toward the woman. "Do you take this man as your husband, to have and to hold for the rest of your days, in riches and in poor, in sickness and in health, and with love or without?"
"I do," The woman replied, her voice sounding strangely familiar as she slipped the ring on HRE's finger.
The preacher then smiled, turning to face the crowd. "You may now kiss the bride." He told the young couple.
HRE turned to the bride, smiling as he pulled off the veil.
His smile turned to horror when he saw the face of the woman.
"Well, kiss me!" Italy said, hugging him.
HRE slowly kissed Italy, who in turn, wrapped her arms around HRE's neck.
In the crowd, Romano stood up, clapping. "Well, my sister's finally married!" He yelled triumphantly, Spain's arm around his waist.
Italy just giggled, lead out of the church by HRE while people congratulated Romano.
"Aaah!"
HRE jumped out of bed, landing with a thump on the floor.
Italy snapped up, exclaiming, "Holy Roman Empire, are you alright?"
HRE gasped, slipping into bed. "I'm fine," He said.
Italy sighed. "Good. Did you have a bad dream?"
HRE slowly nodded. "If you can call it that."
HRE proceeded to tell Italy about his dream, and at the end, Italy started to clap.
"Yay~" She said. "We got married, huh?"
HRE hesitated, asking, "Italy, do you truly love me?"
Italy paused, turning to look at HRE. "Of course I do!" She replied happily.
HRE smiled, kissing Italy's cheek. "I just wanted to know."
"HRE, do you know where Italy is?"
Austria opened HRE's door, nearly fainting when he saw the scene inside.
HRE and Italy were sound asleep, arms wrapped around one another. Their faces were inches apart, and both were smiling in their sleep.
Austria smiled faintly. "Well, I guess I can let them sleep in a while," He murmured.
He stepped outside, closing the door quietly behind him.
A/N: How did you like it? I wrote this in class once, and so I thought, 'Hey! Why not publish this to Fanfiction?' and lo and behold, here it is! R/R, please!~