The next morning….

Switzerland woke up in an unfamiliar bed. What happened last night? When he remembered, his face flushed red, and he turned around. Sure enough, Austria's innocently sleeping face rested next to him.

Crap, it wasn't all a dream. Which means… He looked back at Austria and wondered how such a helpless face could have done such things. As he tried to get up to put on his clothes, his hips failed and he almost crashed to the ground. Damn, my back is killing me.

Eventually, he managed to get redressed and sat on the bed, racking up the consequences of staying here. Both the evening and morning training sessions would have been handed over to his second in command, Liechtenstein would be wondering where he was, and he was now stuck with the difficult situation of Austria.

As though he had heard the thought, Austria slowly woke up.

"Ah, good morning, Switzerland."

"Easy for you to say!" Switzerland began to rage again, "I've been absent from training sessions, Liechtenstein was alone, and I've got to get back home! And, what we did last night," Switzerland's face was beet red, "it was like an alliance! How could you do that?"

Austria massaged the place on his nose where his glasses usually rested. "You forget, an alliance is between countries, and," he reached over for Switzerland's hand, "you stopped being a country for the evening when you dropped your gun."

Switzerland was disoriented by his touch. "But...but…"

"You really must get used to being a human every now and then." Austria kissed him gently on the cheek, "I'll help teach you. Think of it as repayment for all you taught me back then."

"Austria…" Switzerland turned to look at his face, and Austria took his chance. He kissed him again, then broke away after a while.

"Goodbye, Switzerland. Come by soon."

"I-I…" Switzerland took his leave and left though the door, still blushing furiously.

He's got a while to go, but I think everything will be just fine.

Switzerland was about to walk out the door, when he remembered his gun on the floor of the study. He went back to get it. As he placed it back in his holster, he noticed a pink letter in an open drawer. Liechtenstein's paper? What's it doing here?

He pulled out the letter and saw that it was to him…but with Austria's house as the address. Was she…anticipating this? It is to me, so I'll just…

He opened it with the music-note-shaped letter opener.

Dear Brother,

How are you? I hope you are well. The other day, Mr. Austria came over to the house while you were training, asking for you. When I asked why, he said that he was wondering how well you were doing, and said that he had something to tell you. I asked if I could carry the message, but he said that it had to be delivered in person, and if I could send you over, then that would be okay. So I did, and you're there now. But I could tell what he had wanted to tell you, because he was hiding a big bouquet of roses behind his back. Big brother, I want you to have a good life, and I think Mr. Austria does too. So if you could be accepting when he delivers his message, because he really does want you to be happy.

With love,

Liechtenstein

Switzerland stared. They had been together on this after all. Then, he shook his head. Ah Liechtenstein, I have a feeling…that maybe…I will be happier in the days to come.

He walked out the door with the semblance of a smile on his face.

June 1st….

Hungary was standing in the bride's room, freaking out. "Okay, the Netherlands put up the flowers, good, love the tulips, blue and white like we asked, Iceland put up the ice sculpture, right? Yes, okay, but the cake…yes, okay, France is adding the extra pieces-"

"Hungary, calm down, here, I have some breakfast waffles; eat." Belgium said, placing a warm plate of Belgian waffles in front of Hungary. It was hours before the reception, and the wedding party was getting settled in the Lake Baton mansion.

"Thanks, Belgium." Hungary said, but she was too nervous to eat.

"Ms. Hungary, the cleaners just delivered your dress, we have it here." Liechtenstein said, poking her head inside the room.

Hungary tried to get up, but Belgium beat her to it. "I'll get it, Liech, keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't start ranting too badly."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good girl." Belgium ran out the door before Hungary could.

"Oh Liechtenstein, I hope everything was delivered okay…"

"Mr. Germany is talking care of the delivery, I'm absolutely sure everything will be fine." Liechtenstein comforted.

"Yes, you're right, the day Germany isn't efficient is the day Austria forgets how to play the piano. But what about the priest?"

"Mr. England's just getting ready. He's prepping himself and he seems really confident."

"Okay, all right, and how about the setting up?"

"Mr. Germany's handling that too."

I'm so glad I got Germany on board for organizing everything. It's taken a lot of the stress off. I wish I had him on my first wedding.

"The colors are the same ones, right?" Hungary said quickly.

"Yes, Ms. Hungary, Prussian blue and pure white."

"Oh, and how is Ukraine's dress after the alterations?"

"The seamstress was surprised at the bust size but it fits now."

"Good, good, and Finland has a present management place set up, right?"

"He had a red sack, but he got a blue and white one."

"Liech, your dress fits, right? That cute one with the puffy sleeves that's-"

"-white with blue embroidery. Yes, it's just fine. The basket is trimmed with the same colors, and the petals are just the right color."

"Sealand's wearing a suit, right? Not the sailor outfit? And it's the right colors?"

"Yes, it's the one you picked out. Mr. England started retying the bowtie and complaining about how Sealand can't tie anything except nautical knots. He had to eat his words when he accidently tied a double-knotted ridgeback."

"Heh, now that's the grumpy England I know. Denmark has been off the booze, right? He can't be staggering down the aisle alongside Prussia."

"Mr. Germany made sure of that."

"Then I know it's been done. Great, I think that's everything. Oh, Germany took care of Prussia's suit, right?"

"I know that for a fact. He took extra care of that."

"Okay." Hungary collapsed in her chair and took a bite of the waffles. They were good. A piano concerto sounded from the hallway, showing that Austria was practicing.

"Hm, now this takes me back. It's like my first wedding all over again. Piano music, flowers, except we were married at Austria's place, not mine. Let's hope it doesn't end the same way."

"Ms. Hungary?"

"Hey, in a few hours, you'll have to call me Mrs. Hungary. Oh, go on, it's just my nerves."

"Do you want to try on your dress now?"

"WELL, DO I WANT TO GET MARRIED? SHOW ME THE DRESS! Hungary erupted briefly before falling back into complacency.

"Ms. Belgium, she's starting to rant! Could you bring in the dress?" Liechtenstein called, and Belgium appeared with a dry cleaner's bag.

Hungary nearly ripped it open, and somehow changed into it in less than a second. It was a beautiful dress, with minute white crystal embroidery, and was reminiscent of a ball gown.

Hungary sighed. "Thank God, it fits the same as it did all those years ago. I did try to trim down."

"You look beautiful, Ms. Hungary. How did you change into it so quickly?"

"Oh," Hungary said, turning around and examining the dress for stains, "I sewed it myself, I know all its secrets. England saw it and insisted on doing some embroidery. He's such an old wife."

"It looks fantastic, let's work on the hair now. Liech, are you going to be my assistant?" Belgium said, indicating the large bag of hair supplies.

"Sure!" Liechtenstein was having a good time.

"Then let's get started!"

****************************Meanwhile********************************

"NO PRUSSIA!" Germany yelled at his obnoxious brother, who had taken out an electric guitar.

"Aw, West, you're so uptight. It's my wedding, give me a break." Prussia said, plugging in a portable amp.

"Hungary gave me a specific list of things for you not to do!"

"She didn't put this on there, no way-"

Germany cleared his throat and read the first line from the top of the list. "Item No. 1, don't let him play guitar. Austria is playing, it's a wedding, not a rock concert."

Prussia shook his head. "There is no way she…no, she did, didn't she?"

"Yes. Come on, we have the suit ready and we're going to give it a final fitting." Germany rolled up the list and hit his brother with it. "Einz zwei drei, get it on."

"Ow, West, okay!" Prussia muttered, "Even on my wedding day I can't get a break."

"It's because it's your wedding day, you won't get a break! I already delegated Norway to keeping Denmark off the drinks until the reception. Now, I have the corsage for you ready, so get on the suit!"

"Okay, geez!"

*****************************An even meaner while**************************

"Wow, dude! Check out the size of this place!" America pulled up in his custom-painted pickup truck and got out. A disoriented Canada climbed out as well.

"I-I can't believe you drove across the entire Atlantic Ocean…How did you do that?" Canada said, pulling Kumaijiro out.

"Well, let's just say it took pulling some strings, but the hero always has to have a super-cool car!" America stretched and dusted off his suit. "England and France are here by now, d'ya think?"

Canada blushed slightly. "Y-Yeah, France is decorating the cake and England's practicing his recitations."

"Yep, he keeps texting me about when I'm getting my "fat, soggy arse" over here. Well, it's here now!" America quickly texted back.

"H-Hey America?"

"Yeah, bro?"

"I-Is this suit okay? I heard it was formal, so I-" Canada looked down at his plain black suit.

"Oh dude, it looks fine! No prob! Did you get that with France?" America said, walking around the car to the back.

"Um….yes…" Canada stammered out.

"Looks like it! I never got French stuff 'cause England's so overprotective, even now. Well," America pulled two packs wrapped in gift paper out of the back, "let's go!"

"O-Okay." They started off for the lake house, following the crowd of people advancing to the wedding.

"Mein Gott, aren't I the most awesome person in the world?" Prussia asked his bird, which cheeped approvingly. He was finally in his Prussian blue suit, complete with the white forget-me-not and blue cornflower corsage in the chest pocket.

"You've got a while to go, the hair, the face, we have a manicurist, and not to mention keeping you clean through it all…" Germany said, glancing at Hungary's scarily accurate list. It had predicted almost everything that happened so far.

Denmark walked in and stared at the mirror. "Wow, is that old Duchy?"

"Yeah, it's the awesome me!" Prussia turned around, "Nice to see you, drinking buddy."

"Heh, likewise." Denmark collapsed on a lounge couch, "Hey, Germany, do I have to wear a suit too?"

"Yes. Every best man has to." Germany sighed, "And we all have to pass Hungary's inspection, so be careful about it."

"What if we aren't?"

"How well do you know Hungary?"

"Not that well." Denmark scratched his head. "Why are you so afraid of her?"

"Now, I'm going to read part of Hungary's list she wrote weeks in advance," Germany put his thumb on the line, "Item No. 238, If Denmark is being a complete idiot and threatening the marriage's stability, tell him to ask Prussia about when he stole the Silensia Province."

"Heh, okay then Duchy, what was that about?" Denmark said nonchalantly, but then realized that Prussia was sweating slightly.

"Well, it was in a territory war. She clobbered me in battle and then came up to my bedside at night mumbling things, surrounded by a huge dark aura." Prussia tried to act and cover up his visible fear, "But I'm just too strong to hit a girl, so-"

Denmark was backing off nervously. If that's what she did to the guy she's marrying, what's gonna happen to me? "So where's my suit?"

Germany took a deep breath. There really was no one better for his brother. "It's on the rack. Get ready in 15 minutes or-" But Denmark was already gone.

She really is the perfect match. Poor Prussia, he's in for the ride of his life.

"Perfect!" Belgium stepped away, blowing the curling iron like it was a smoking pistol that had just shot a target perfectly.

"You think so?" Hungary turned around. Her hair was curled in long ringlets, with occasional braided in flowers. She examined the style from every angle.

"It's perfect, Ms. Hungary! Oh, and the report," Liechtenstein pulled up her notepad, "Iceland has the sculpture, it's on a special place so it won't melt, France has finished everything, England is ready to go, Austria's never been in better shape, Finland has an extra sack, two, actually, Sealand's practicing walking down the aisle, and everyone is prepping." Liechtenstein caught her breath after the long-winded speech.

Belgium dragged a sparkly tiara out of a special case and placed it on Hungary's head. She attached a white veil to it and looked critically into the mirror to make sure it was in the right place. Hungary looked back at the delicate ensemble, turning this way and that.

"Alright, bride's all done, let's work on ourselves, aye Liech?" Belgium said, ruffling her hair. Liechtenstien laughed. "Beat you to the clothes rack." She called over to the other bridesmaid "Ukraine!"

Ukraine poked her head out from behind the door. "Yes?"

"Keep an eye on the ranting bride!"

"Okee-dokey!"

Liechtenstein had started running. Belgium ran after her yelling, "Hey, well that's no fair!" Hungary chuckled. Everything was going fine.

"Tres magnifique!" France stepped back from the gigantic cake, covered with delicate frosting and sugar decorations, not to mention the marzipan models of the bride and groom on top. He examined the work of art, and then wheeled it into the kitchen's walk-in freezer. Trays of pastries that Austria had sent lay on the counter.

Even though it's not even his wedding, he went to the trouble of making all of this? Well, they are fantastic, and I'd better get on to making my own. France grabbed a bowl and a whisk and started beating ingredients. England walked in, wearing a priest's robes.

"Frog!" England called, "You told me to tell you when Canada got here!"

"I did, mon ami. So, our little maple-lover's in attendance?" France said, somehow managing to look incredibly seductive while making merengue.

England glared back. "He is, he hitched a ride with America in his lorry. Want me to send him in?"

"Of course! Poor child, was the ride bad?" England just looked at France like, you do know America, right? France shook his head and chuckled.

England met up with America and Canada at the gift reception station. America was lifting huge bundles like cotton candy while Canada was looking at the ground. Whether they're world powers or colonies, they never change.

"Oi, Canada! The wine freak wants to see you in the kitchen!"

"R-Really? What does he need?"

"Heck if I know, but go ahead."

"I-I will. Thank you England." Canada scampered off, following the signs on the wall as they directed him to the kitchen.

America walked over to England and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey England."

England flinched away. "Don't do that in public places, and I'm in priest robes if you haven't noticed and if anyone saw us-"

"The only one here is Finland and I seriously doubt he'd judge, what with Sweden and all." America said reassuringly. "And you, a priest? I remember you doing some church stuff back when I was your colony, but shouldn't one of the Italy brothers handle a Roman Catholic wedding?"

"Can you imagine Romano not cursing and Italy not getting distracted? I was the best man for the job."

"Yeah, whatev. Hey," America pointed to the groom's chambers, "you know what I should do now?"

"Yes, you could go into the room and start socializing until the wedding begins," England pulled out a thick black book, "or you could listen to me do my recitations."

"Hm," America said, pulling up a chair, "I think I'll take the latter."

"All right then." England flipped to a page, "Sito Rita….No, wrong book,…here…"

A/N: Being the nutsy Hetalia fangirl I am, I went full on research on the flowers and colors. Forget-me-nots mean true, undying love, the white is for a wedding, cornflowers are young men in love, and is one of the flowers of Germany because Queen Louise of Prussia hid her children in cornflowers while she was being pursued by Napoleon, and blue is Prussian blue, because he's awesome like that *phew* it was a lot of work finding all that. And I've planned it to be a Catholic wedding, even if the priest is gay…okay, I've pegged all other guys except Prussia as gay so he really was the only option… I really wanted Italy to do it, but the wedding should be dramatic, so I thought Iggy would do a good job.