I know I know. I have two stories going and I shouldn't start another. BUT. This story is 100% finished. So it will be updates every Tuesday...with the exception of this one because I won't have access to a computer. Anyways, read and review!

~UC

"I am so very sorry."

These were the words that had been coming out of Lithuania's mouth for almost an hour now. He was sitting in the office of the big man himself, Russia. He felt like a child in school who had just gotten caught doing something bad and was sent to the principle's office.

Next to him was none other than the girl of his unrequited affections, Belarus was waiting with him, except her hands and feet were tied to the chair by her brother to prevent Lithuania from having any serious injuries. She was giving him the scariest look Lithuania had ever seen in his life. This glare showed no mercy and sent the clear message that she would have no regrets murdering him the next chance she got. He looked away from her. She had stopped swearing at him a while ago. Now it was painfully silent.

"Okay, I don't know what I did or what's going on, but I'm very sorry," he said, "Maybe it's not what we think–"

"Oh come on! Don't be stupid! You know why we're here!"
"Well it's not our fault! He can't punish us for–"
Finally the door opened and Russia entered through. He had a wide smile on his face.

"Alright, let us settle this," he sighed, "I think you know why I called you in today. After happened on the epiphany night?"
"It wasn't what you think!" Lithuania objected, "We were just–"
"I understand that Lithuania," he interrupted.
"Big brother, you know I would never intentionally do those things. Especially with someone like this pile of cat shit," she begged, "To think that you would believe that I would ever do something like that with this man–"
"I'm not done talking!" Russia interrupted, "I know what I saw. And I have come up with a perfect solution."
"W-What is it?" Lithuania asked.

"You two are to get married," he stated.
"WHAT?!" the two exclaimed.

"Yes. Lithuania, I can't have you leaving my sister like this. You and her are both very weak at the moment from the war," he explained, "Yes there will be a wedding and it will be on the 27th. Sister, you may plan what you wish."
"But big brother, I want to marry you!" Belarus had tears in her eyes, "Not this…mutt. Please! Big Brother! It was a misunderstanding! I'm sorry!"
"In the name of the Soviet Union, what I say goes. And I say you two are to be married," he still had a bright smile on his face.

"But big brother–"
"Mr. Russia," defended Lithuania, "Things like this happen all the time. That's no reason for us to get married, even if what you believe happened was true. I know you have done the same thing in the past!" Lithuania quickly covered his mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Please! Both of you! Don't you see this is for your own good?" Russia explained, "Think about it. The war has left you both in pieces. You and Lithuania are in no condition to be where you are right now. With you two together, you can stand a chance if someone like Poland or Prussia attacks you. This has nothing to do with what happened on Epiphany. It just gave me an idea to keep the two people I really love safe. Is that so bad?" Belarus looked down. She felt tears splatter on the floor.

"…Fine!"
"Excellent. Lithuania are you in?"
"O-O-Of course, but it won't last very long, sir," he said, "I'm worried that–"
"Belarus will not harm a hair on your head, isn't that right, Belarus?" Russia glared at her.
"…fine…"
"I'm in I guess…" I don't really have a choice.

"I will get the marriage documents," said Russia getting up from his chair to get the papers he normally hated with every ounce of his being, but today he was happy to get them. Belarus had an even scarier look now, if it was possible.

"I am so very sorry."

"Oh you look so beautiful."

Ukraine had tears in her eyes as she zipped up her sister's wedding gown. She was smiling from ear to ear. Her sister was just the opposite. Not one ounce of happiness was shown in her entire body. Belarus had always awaited the day of her wedding, but she had imagined a different groom.

"It's a bit tight…" mumbled Ukraine to herself as she finished. "Can you breathe?"
"Unfortunately."
"Now sister, this is for your safety–"

"If he really cared about my safety, I would be marrying him instead of this pansy," she remarked, "If he really wanted to protect me, that's what he would have done."
"But Lithuania needs help too," she added. Belarus was suddenly hit with a wave of tears. She felt her sister's embrace warm her body. "It's okay. Don't cry. You'll ruin your make up," she reminded.
"I don't care!" she cried, "I don't want to get fucking married! I don't want to marry that man of all people on earth! I hate big brother! I hate Lithuania! I hate myself!"

"Shh! Don't say that…" Ukraine comforted, cleaning up her sister's face. Belarus sighed.
"This is all based on a misunderstanding! If big brother would only listen to me–"

"Are you ready?" Russia interrupted.
"Just give us a minute," replied Ukraine. Russia just stood there, staring at his little sister. "What do you think?"
"You look…you look beautiful sister. I'm so happy to see you thinking of your future," he admitted. Belarus bowed her head. She then hugged her brother tightly.

"Please don't make me marry him!" Belarus begged, "Please let me marry you! We never really–"
"I know," he replied, "I know what really happened and I don't care." He sighed. "Sister, you will really disappoint me if you don't do this. Is that what you want?" Belarus just stood there for a moment. She then sighed.
"Okay. I won't disappoint you big brother. I promise…" she said softly.
"Good," Russia kissed her on the forehead. Belarus instantly felt better. Her brother suddenly looked nervous.

"Something wrong brother?" Belarus asked.
"No. I-I'm so happy. I never thought I'd see you look so beautiful like this and getting married to another man," he smiled, "But according to tradition, the father is supposed to give you away and…well, that's something we don't have."
"Hmm…"

"Oh! Russia! You could do it!" Ukraine suggested, "You are her older brother."
"Me?"
"Yes! It's a good idea, no?"
"I think so too," answered Belarus.
"I'm...really honored," smiled Russia.
"Oh! It's time! You two must get going!" Ukraine realized.
Russia offered his arm. Belarus proceeded to the cathedral wedding towel in one hand and he brother in the other.

"How do I look?"

Lithuania was trying hard not to sweat as he put on the finishing touches on his suit. Poland, in a pink tie, sat in the back of the room; an unsatisfied look on his face.

"Liet, why are you doing this?" Poland asked.
"Poland I don't have a choice," repeated Lithuania, "Besides, this is working out in my benefit. Russia is happy, I love her…"
"She hates you and wants to kill you," finished Poland, "Sure what can possibly go wrong?"
"Poland, please. This is probably the one day in this relationship that I get to be happy," he said.

"What did you even do to land yourself here?" Poland asked.
"It's…confidential," he replied.
"You two got drunk and banged, didn't you?" Poland guessed. Lithuania turned red.
"P-Poland! Don't talk about things like that in a church of all places!" he stammered, "I'm nervous enough as it is. I don't want to give myself a stomachache."

"Hey Liet?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember our wedding?"
"How could I forget? You were wearing a wedding dress," he laughed.
"You had to admit I looked pretty damn good," prided Poland.
"Okay it was flattering. A little weird, but it made me think I was marrying a woman," he said nervously.
"You got so totally like, drunk off your ass," he laughed.
"I…prefer not to think about that," he reminisced. The two sighed.

"Don't worry Liet, I'll find a way to get you out of this," he promised.
"Poland, no. It's my duty to–" he then broke out into a fit of coughing, "I need to do this for Belarus. She needs me. I need her. And we both need Russia."
"You can like, need me instead," offered Poland.
"Just please don't try to get into any trouble," he requested.
"What makes you think I will?"
"You started a war with Russia!" Lithuania pointed out.
"He was like, gettin in my space!" Poland sassed, "Liet, I'm going to get you out of this. Then it'll be just like it used to be!"

"I don't want out of this Poland!" he confessed, "It's nice of you to offer but I think I'm ready for marriage again. I'm excited about this. It's either this or Germany. What would you pick?"
"I think I'd like, be treated pretty well under Germany," replied Poland.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! It's like totally better than Russia at least. I don't think Germany would like, tear apart my country with all these wars," he added.
"Well why don't you marry him. I could come to your wedding then," joked Lithuania.
"Haha," he replied unenthusiastically, "But seriously Liet. You're going to regret this."
"Maybe I will, but again, I don't have a choice. Besides, wouldn't you be excited to marry a girl that had been on you mind for centuries."
"Oh my God I can't take it anymore. Liet I'm in–"

"Excuse me, Lithuania," interrupted Estonia, "But Russia told me to inform you that it's time." Lithuania took a deep breath.
"Alright," said Lithuania, "I'm ready."

After the long boring ceremony, the reception was held at Russia's home. After all the traditions, the two were finally sitting together looking at the nations who had come. The silence between the two was getting awkward.

"H-Have I told you about just how absolutely beautiful you look?" Lithuania stuttered.
"Several times."
"Oh…um…"

"Big brother and sister haven't been talking again," observed Belarus, "There's bound to be another fight between the two."
"It'll be okay," assured Lithuania.
"They haven't spoken to each other in months," said Belarus, "Well, at least not until now."
"I wonder why she and Poland are talking," observed Lithuania.
"Because they're partners in war," said Belarus, "That's why Romania is with them. They're planning the perfect time to strike."
"At a wedding? You're over reacting," he said slightly inching his hand towards hers.

"I'm surprised Prussia came," said Belarus.
"He says he's only there for the free booze," replied Lithuania inching his hand along, "As long as he doesn't remember me, I'm okay."
"Why was America here?"
"To fight with Russia. Simple as that," he replied, his hand on hers, "But he did offer to help me get back on my feet if I needed it."
"Too bad we're not independent anymore," she replied not noticing.
"Y-Yeah…" The two sat in silence for a while.

"Hey, I want to say…thanks. For what you did at Epiphany…" she admitted, "If you hadn't stepped in, I probably would be in a really huge mess."
"Bigger than this?" he remarked.
"I was pretty drunk. I may have actually had an affair with someone if you didn't take me upstairs," she said.
"I had quite a few too. Hence me passing out right after I put you to bed," he laughed.
"Yeah…" More awkward silence arose.

"Want to dance?"
"I'd rather be hung by a belt in a prison cell." Lithuania pulled his hand away.
"Okay then."

"Lithuania! There you are!" Russia greeted with a smile, "I've been looking all over for you!"
"I thought all the games were over," he said.
"Haha! Nope! I'm Belarus's father for today. Do you know what that means?" Russia said innocently. Lithuania did not like where this was going. "It's time to give you the ceremonial lash!"
"But I already have one."
"Oh no no no! Our family has a tradition. The groom receives a lashing in the back for each sexual parter he has had before the bride," Russia smiled.
"W-WHAT?!"

"Ufufufu! Look how nervous he gets! I'm only kidding," he laughed. Lithuania sighed. He then said in a darker voice, "But it is time to consummate your marriage." Belarus spit out her water. "Don't you remember the tradition sis?"
"You are fucking with me! We stopped doing that!"
"You got me! See? She can take a joke," he thought aloud, "I guess it is a bit creepy to listen to a couple consummate a marriage. I never knew why that was a tradition."
"See? Silly tradition made for the peasants. Now can I go?"

"I want a dance with you first," he admitted, "To make up for making you do this…" Belarus instantly stood up.
"I'll meet you there!" she rushed ahead to the dance floor.

"Take good care of my little sister," he said. Lithuania looked up at Russia. Russia had a dark aura and his smile had faded. "I will end your pathetic existence if you don't." Lithuania began shaking so hard that he began to feel nauseous. Russia then smiled. "And make sure to consummate the marriage on your honeymoon~" he added lightly, "Bye bye~" He then went to join Belarus.

Lithuania stood up. Alright. I'm going to throw up. He trembled over to the nearest bathroom and met his stomach's needs.