Story Title: Last gift
Chapter Title: Marriage
Chapter Rating: K
Warnings: None
This was the best day of his life, England knew it for sure. What could ever be better than having the love of your life proposing to you? He looked down to America, who was sitting on one knee in front of him with a small box in his raised hand. That box contained the most beautiful ring he had ever seen: it was made of gold, with a large, octagonal diamond imbedded in it and smaller, diamond-shaped diamonds all around the ring.
"Yes" he answered the question his love had asked him without hesitation. He saw America, who, he had noticed, had been tense all day, finally relax. When America looked at him, England couldn't take it anymore and jumped him and kissed him, for once not caring for the audience (quite a few of the other ones eating in the restaurant were watching them, some with interest, some with amusement. And of course, the few homophobic guests glared at them). But he didn't care, he was far too happy right now.
The time after their engagement flew by: they moved in together, planned their marriage and fought their bosses, who for some reason thought that a love marriage between two countries would influence politics negatively. Their bosses couldn't stop their marriage though. In seemingly no time, the day of their wedding had arrived.
It was a perfect wedding. Everyone had turned up, with America's brother (apparently his name was Canada, how it was possible that he hadn't met him before, England didn't know. How it was possible Alfred hadn't met him before, England had no clue) as their best man. Scotland was chosen to give America his "bride". England had tried to give France Scotland's position, he was his old friend and ex-boyfriend after all, but America had been against it, and he had dropped the idea. It wasn't like he had really wanted France to take that position, it had just seemed nice to him to give the person he had grown up with a role in his wedding.
Their wedding went smoothly, and so did the first months of their marriage. England and his brand-new husband almost didn't quarrel and they spent lovely nights in bed together. They had even begun thinking of adopting a child. England had always loved children, and though he had raised a few on his own, he had always wanted to raise one together with America. Their own child would be even better, but since they were both guys that was impossible, sadly.
England had expected their happiness to last without a single day of misery. But the first day of misery came only half a year after their wedding; the 4th of July. They both had thought that day wouldn't give England problems anymore; it was the day America had left, and now they were together again. But they had both mis-guessed the range of England's trauma. The fourth of July still was a day of horror for him. He managed to stay with America until that day had arrived, but on the fourth of July, he hurriedly gave the younger nation his birthday present and fled to a bar. He was a weakling, he knew that. He had his love back, but the day that boy had left still haunted him. For today, he had to get away. He had to drink until he passed out so they could resume their happy marriage tomorrow.
And here it is: my third story. This chapter is just a short prologue though. The rest of the story will be centered around France, though there will be more chapters from England's POV. This chapter is written in third person. I'm going to continue writing in third person for as long as I can. But since I fail in writing in third person, I might switch to first person somewhere in the middle of the story.
It's my third story and my third story that's going to be pretty long, so be prepared!
Though I'm pretty good at English, I'm still far from fluent. So if you find any mistakes in my story, please tell me. And of course: Please review!
Special thanks to stormy247, who wrote me a fanfic. Thanks a lot!