Hello! This is the slightly edited first chapter of the Wedding! Unfortunately, when I had uploaded this I had completely forgot where I was going with the story. Six chapters in and I figured now would be a good time to fix a few things that annoyed me in the dialogue and random inserts. Hopefully Romano's reaction to the news isn't too far fetched! I know I get really frozen up over big news that is suddenly sprung on me.

As for the story, it is based on my favorite MLP episode: A Canterlot Wedding. This is the first time I've written people like Germany so I do apologize for any OOCness.

(Hetalia and characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya and not me)

But I'll stop yapping now. Enjoy!

It was far too early to have his day ruined Romano decided, wishing more than anything that life didn't hate him so much.

He had just turned into the living room, to watch a new soap oper- uh, the news, only to be met with something that ensured nightmares for weeks to come. His brother and his boy toy were sitting far too close for comfort. Which is to say Veneziano has taken it upon himself to climb into his boyfriend's lap and connect their lips in what most would call a kiss. Romano would lean more towards the words 'saliva swapping'.

After waiting patiently for a whole of five seconds, and making a loud exclamation of 'get a damn room!', Veneziano finally acknowledged him

"Oh, hi Lovino!' Veneziano chirped, used to his brother's outbursts. Much to Romano's disgust however, he did not move from Germany's lap. His face was now an interesting shade of red.

"Maybe his head will explode", Romano thought hopefully, glaring at the offending two. When no such thing happened however, he growled and headed toward the kitchen. It was lunch time, and there was no way he could stand another minute in the living room.

However, Veneziano took Romano's retreating back as a sign he needed to be talked at, and jumped of Germany (finally) to follow him.

Muttering something along the lines of stupid idiot brothers, Romano choose to ignore Veneziano completely, and fall into the familiar routine of preparing a pizza. He had just finished grating the cheese when he noticed something off.

His brother, who had no doubt came to chat his ear off, or request him to stop being mean to Ludwig, was oddly quiet.

"What is it?" Romano demanded, his words only coming out soft due to the (slight) concern of how Veneziano was acting. Did he lose the reports their boss assigned again?

"Um..." Was all the reply he got, and Romano's first instinct was to check himself over. Shit, was his shirt sticking out at an odd angle? Tomato juice wasn't on his face after he nibbled on one while the sauce was boiling, was it? Worse, what if the pink shirt didn't go with the pants he picked out?

But before he could run upstairs to change, Veneziano finally seemed to formulate enough words to create a sentence. "Can I, uh, talk to you?"

"You already are!" Romano snapped, slightly pissed having been worked up over his outfit.

"Well, it's about me and Luddy", Veneziano spoke quickly, unsure how his brother would feel once he heard the announcement.

Romano involuntary gagged at the sickening nickname used to describe the large man taking residence on their couch. Who even had the gall to attempt to eat off half his brother's face, regardless of the fact they both knew Romano was somewhere within five miles. The same man who now had come up to stand behind Veneziano.

Veneziano seemed to be having trouble spitting out whatever it was he was trying to say. Thankfully, Germany spoke up before Romano's patience hit its wit's end.

"We're getting married." Germany said, resting his hands on Italy's shoulder.

There was complete silence in the kitchen, both Italy and Germany waiting expectantly for Romano say something.

"... What?" He finally composed, completely elegant in its delivery.

"I'm getting married!" Veneziano chirped. Suddenly the words came spilling out of him and he was all smiles.

"Isn't that so exciting fratello? I'm so happy! Aren't you happy? I was hoping you could be a best man! Or maybe a bridesmaid- just kidding! You don't have to turn so red. Lovino? Are you alright?"

All Romano could do at this point was to dully nod. Whatever important thing he had expected to announced certainly was not anywhere in the realm of this. He had hoped to be informed that the potato bastard was moving far away, and that he would now only see them at world meetings, not every other day when Veneziano found it perfectly fine to invite him over. Now, all Romano could do is stare with wide eyes as both Veneziano and that Jackass looked at him with varying levels of concern.

Some sensible part of his mind wondered why he was so frozen up like this. He should have been completely stoked for his brother, that he knew. But for whatever reason, the words would not digest themselves correctly. He needed time, he needed space!

Finally, Romano did the only thing that came naturally in a situation like this. He turned and fled.

"Lovino?" Was the first thing that greeted the South of Italy after the seemingly hundredth time ringing Spain's doorbell. The second quickly being a hurried mix of "Come in!" and "I wasn't expecting you today!"

"Yeah, well. Tada, I'm here. You don't have to act so fucking surprised." Romano responded as harshly as he could, face flushing as his stomach growled angrily mid sentence.

Spain's face went from surprised, to a smug smile as he seemed to understand. "Don't be so mean, Romano! If you wanted some of Boss' yummy paella you could have just asked."

Romano prepared to argue with the classic, "Don't tell me what to do! And no one wants your stupid pervert meal anyway", but after a long drive from Italy to Spain, a hurried voice message to Veneziano so he wouldn't freak out, and no nap in that time period at all, even Spain's paella was sounding pretty good.

So Romano allowed himself to be taken care of for the time being, and only answered Spain's persistent questions when he had finished the okay tasting meal.

"Lovino, you know I always love to see you, but why are you here? We have a meeting three days from now, and you usually call. Nothing happened did it? Another earthquake? Has Francis been harassing you?! I knew I should have told him to lay off last time he tried to lay a hand on you-"

Romano, who had for the most part tuned out Spain's rambling, was trying to figure out how to phrase the bomb shell of the news to someone as stupid as Spain. Finally, he decided to go for the broke, and just put it out there.

"Feliciano is getting married."

However, the reply to the one sentence that had thrown Romano's world off balance was nothing like Romano had expected.

"I know!" Spain all but shouted in his sheer cheerfulness. "Isn't it just great Lovino! Even I was starting to wonder when they'd finally tie the knot!"

"You... know? But how! Feliciano just told me this morning!"

Spain remained completely oblivious to the hurt in Romano's voice, and continued on. "Gilbert told me! Ludwig had practiced with him and both Francis and I helped spread the news!"

Everyone knew before him? What? Damnit, Romano knew he and Veneziano weren't always close, but they are brothers. Not to mention the fact they're one Italy. Even Prussia knew before he did, and that was just hurtful. The potato bastard told his kin, but apparently Romano wasn't even considered important enough to be told roughly before the entire world?

"Lovi, are you alright? You seem sad. Don't be sad, it's an important time for your brother! Be happy instead!"

Lovino remained stiff and unresponsive. Spain just kept talking.

"I remember my first wedding... who knew Roderich could be so handsome? I know! How about a cheer up charm! Fusososo~ Fusosososo~"

There was, again, no response. Spain knew Romano must have been really lost in his thoughts when he didn't give a single protest to his amazing cheer up charm. Eventually, the fusosos slowed to a stop, and Romano's eyelids seemed to droop. "Aww!" Spain thought. "He certainly is cute. It's a little early for a siesta, but I think we can make do."

So after some prodding from Spain, Romano followed his (former, no matter what the older man argued) boss towards the area behind the house, where the sun shone warmly and the hammock swaying softly in the wind was just enough to convince him to crawl into it beside Spain and fall asleep, almost forgetting the reason he was sad and angry in the first place.