A/N:

So there's really mild AusHun in this chapter. Mainly because I needed a reason for a wedding. The wedding is taking place in the present... For reasons. (I have no clue.) Berlin and Moscow are mentioned in this story as well. Berlin is introduced in a story called Mein Vati und Vater that I wrote, and Moscow doesn't have a story yet—so this is her debut. Moscow is about one in appearance. Berlin is two like D.C. This was all inspired by a wedding I went to Saturday. It was awesome!

Disclaimer: I own nobody but the states. The states are MINE. *creepy grin*

Virginia: You're going to make the little kids start crying again. And possibly Massachusetts. *Massachusetts and Hawaii crying* See?

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Austria and Hungary's wedding was quite the occasion. Every nation was there, and so were their children.

Berlin and D.C. were running about underfoot, giggling and dodging around the tables in their matching suits. Moscow was sleeping, being carried around by Russia in her little flower girl dress. The states were all spread about the room, talking and eating.

Massachusetts was arguing with New York about something, Hawaii was following Japan around, Alaska was holding Russia's hand and chattering away, and North and South Carolina were trying to sneak some cake.

South Carolina and Florida were wearing black dresses, sneaking around in the shadows. Currently, they were under the cake table.

"Target in sight," Florida whispered.

"I know, idiot. We're UNDER it." South rolled her eyes. She lifted the tablecloth. "Uh oh. Ginny at two o' clock."

"On it!" chirped a cheerful voice from Florida's walkie-talkie.

A pink-wearing North Carolina tackle hugged Virginia. "Hi Arthur! Isn't this fun?"

"...sure. Now let go of me. I have to find D.C. before he runs off somewhere he shouldn't." He tried to tug his arm out of her grasp.

"Oh, okay. I think he and Berlin went that way. Let's go look!" She tugged him off in the opposite direction. He sighed and let her drag him off.

"Threat neutralized," reported South Carolina, letting the tablecloth drop back down. "Time to do what we do best."

"...start a war among our siblings?"

"No, the other thing." South face-palmed.

"Steal stuff?"

"Bingo."

"On it!"

Florida carefully slid towards the wall behind the table and stood up so that she was pressed between the wall and the table. Pulling a knife out of her dress, she held up a napkin and neatly sliced off a hug hunk of cake. She dropped back under the table before anyone could see her.

"Success!" she cheered into the walkie-talkie.

"Great! I'll be there in a minute," North replied.

South began dividing the cake up for three people. She took a bite. "Whoa, France really outdid himself on this thing. It's really good. And it's chocolate!"

"Ooh, gimme!" Florida took a huge bite. "Mmmm..." she mumbled, her mouth full of crumbs. "Thith ish good!"

North Carolina popped up under the table. "I distracted him! Now where's mine?"

-0-0-0-

While the three states ate cake under the table, Montana was trying to convince his sisters to dance.

"Come on, pleeeeease?" He shot his best puppy face at Connecticut.

"No way," Idaho answered for her.

"Yeah! There's like three hundred people here!" agreed Arkansas.

"And at least half of them are dancing!" he said in exasperation. "Moscow can barely walk and she's dancing. New Mexico, Oaky, and Arizona are dancing. I'm pretty sure I saw Canada dancing. Sweden was dancing earlier! Freaking SWEDEN. Why can't you?"

"Because!" all three girls yelled in unison.

Montana sighed. "I gave all of you fair chance. HEY GUYS!" California and Michigan were there in an instant. Before any of the three girls could protest, their brothers were yanking them onto the dance floor.

Moscow giggled when she saw them and toddled away from Russia. "Bup!" she demanded, holding her arms out to Michigan. She couldn't quite get the word 'up' yet.

"Okay. But don't be all wiggly, or I'll drop you," he told her with a stern look, his eyes giving away the laughter. He grabbed the toddler and set her on his hip, spinning in place and holding her hand out to dance. The three girl states laughed.

"Your turn!" Michigan shoved the baby into Idaho's arms before she could even blink. "Dance!"

The state looked down at the baby. "Do you want to dance?"

Moscow waved her arms around, giggling. "Whee! Whee!"

"Okay then.." Idaho started dancing.

-0-0-0-

D.C. giggled and clapped his hands over his mouth.

"Shh!" Berlin said, peeking out from behind the statue in the middle of the room, which they were crouched behind. "The grown-ups are gonna hear us!"

"Sorry!" D.C. replied, looking out with him. "What are they doing now?"

"...some weird grown-up thing." He pointed.

D.C. peered around him. All the female nations and states were gathered around Hungary. The music switched to "All the Single Ladies".

"HEY MASS, IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG!" yelled Colorado from across the room.

Both little boys heard the older state mutter a few words that would have gotten them put in time-out for a year.

"I think I know what they're doing! I read it in one of my big sisters' books. They hafta catch her flowers and if they do they'll get married." D.C. grinned proudly.

"Yuck! I don't wanna marry a girl!" Berlin stuck his tongue out in disgust.

Hungary tossed her bouquet in the air. Before anyone else could catch it, Belarus snatched it out of the air with a glare at the other girls present. She smiled creepily at the flowers, then beamed at Russia, who was standing in the corner and watching. "Oh big brother~!"

Russia hid behind America, shoving Moscow into the younger nation's arms. "Fredka, help me, please...!"

"Uh..." America gulped as a knife-wielding Belarus started towards him. "Hey Bel... How about you go marry someone else? Like... Um... Lithuania! He's nice, right? He likes you." America backed away, still shielding Russia and the two toddlers.

Behind their statue, D.C. and Berlin watched, captivated.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Belarus' knife.

"Stop that. It's quite disturbing." Germany tugged the blade out of her grasp. "Go harass someone outside." He pointed to the door.

"Your daddy is cool," D.C. whispered.

"Vati doesn't think so. He says Vater is unawesome and boring." Berlin glanced back at his friend.

Belarus was shoved out the door by several male nations. Everyone else just stared.

"There you two are!" Virginia grabbed D.C. and picked him up. "Come on. It's time for cake now."

-0-0-0-

After everyone had eaten the cake—and tried to figure out why on earth a piece was already missing—a slow song came on the speakers.

Austria and Hungary danced, and soon enough Poland was dragging Lithuania out too. Russia turned in circles with Moscow in his arms giggling and clapping her hands. Hawaii and Alaska spun around as fast as they could until they fell over. Berlin and D.C. started dancing too, mostly just walking in circles while hugging each other, too little to know how to dance.

Maryland watched for a few seconds before promptly dragging Virginia off.

"Wh—let me go!"

Maryland shook his head.

"Bu—"

"We're going to dance. Now shush."

Virginia turned bright red and shut up.

"I told you he'd do it. You owe me ten bucks," announced Michigan from behind a pillar. "Pay up, sis."

Ohio rolled her eyes and handed him his money. "There. Now let's go dance or something."

Montana and Connecticut were dancing, as were the Dakota twins. Oregon appeared to be trying and failing to get Washington to dance. Massachusetts was trying to strangle New York, for reasons unknown. Sweden was standing next to Finland and staring at him, too awkward to actually say something. Sealand and Wy were whirling around, trying (and failing) not to knock into anyone.

Suddenly, the song changed.

Everyone looked up. Prussia was pushing random buttons on the DJ's computer, the DJ himself having been duct-taped to a wall. A much faster song began playing.

Everyone else looked at each other.

"Oh, why not?" Hungary shrugged and hiked up her skirt, raising one fist in the air. "LET'S PARTY!"

And with that, everything dissolved into madness.

Three hours later, Massachusetts and Switzerland were tied to the statue in the middle of the room, New Mexico, Arizona, and Oklahoma were all covered in cake, Louisiana and Quebec were kissing under the cake table, Virginia and Maryland had mysteriously disappeared, Moscow was toddling around holding Berlin's hand, Russia and Germany were attempting to catch them, England and Prussia had each drunk enough to intoxicate several bull elephants, and Greece was asleep (although actually that last one was fairly standard). Hungary and Austria were sitting on the piano and taking turns drinking from a bottle of wine, watching everything else.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. "Hey guys, sorry I'm... late?"

Canada's jaw dropped as he took in the streamers everywhere, his son kissing Louisiana, passed out countries, cities, provinces and states everywhere, and Austria and Hungary, who had raised their wine bottle in greeting.

"Come on, I missed all the fun stuff again?!"

THE END

Now where did Ginny and Maryland disappear to? *frying pan to the face from Gi—I MEAN VIRGINIA.*

Moscow is based off of what my baby cousin was doing at the wedding when I was trying to make my brother dance. Prussia did what the best man did—changing the song in the middle of a romantic slow dance (if I recall, to "Party Rock Anthem").

I love all of you, readers and reviewers! (Coughcough especially reviewers) I may slow down in updates since school starts tomorrow for me, but I'll try to keep updating once a week. Keep any and all suggestions coming!