I Pronounce You Husband and Wait What?

Declaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the idea of the story.

Chapter: 03

Beta: Epic F. Awesomesause


It was around eight in the evening when the Canadian man decided to return home, after Lars and he had gone down to their favorite place to relax.

Upon opening the door, he could heard Alfred and a female screaming in terror, making Matthew groan at his bad luck.

Closing the door quietly and hoping to go unnoticed, he walked past the living room towards his room, but failed to be quiet as he stepped on a toy, which then made him fall backwards. "Urgh" was all the male could say as he lay on the floor.

"WHO'S THERE?!" Alfred screamed as he jumped up from the couch with a baseball bat in his hands. "Oh, it just you, Mattie." Setting down the bat, he went to Matthew's side, helping his brother up.

"Alfred, why is my house a mess?" Matthew asked as he looked around.

Alfred shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. it was like this when I got here."

"No it wasn't."

"Uh huh!"

"Non!"

"Yes!"

"Non!"

"Mattie, the hero knows it was like this, so yes."

Matthew closed his eyes and hid his face in his hands as he tried to understand his brother's logic. "Alfred, why exactly are you here?" Matthew finally managed to ask, making the older brother grin.

"Oh, I forgot to tell ya but I have Mathias coming over, and by the end of the week and we pack and go to Las Vegas!"

Matthew stared at his brother, blinking as he tried to register what he had been explained before he spoke. "Who is Mathias and why are we going to Las Vegas?" he asked politely.

"Oh, Mathias is my Danish colleague that teaches the Nordic history and ruins." Alfred said in a "duh" tone that he used when he thought things were obvious- when they actually weren't. "And were are going to Las Vegas for my bachelor party, so ya can invite that friend of yours that you usually smoke weed with." Alfred added as he walked backed to the living room to watch his movie, leaving Matthew to his own thoughts as he dragged himself back to his bedroom.


It was a Saturday morning and Matthew was wide awake with a cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes in front of him. Lars was sitting next to him, a cup of coffee in his hands as well as he tried desperately to wake up.

Lovino had finally woken up and was cursing in the kitchen as he made himself breakfast. The clashing of dishes came from the kitchen. "Fuck! Matthew, change your god damn dishwasher!" Lovino yelled, making Matthew snort before taking another bite of his own food.

Hearing a pair of footsteps coming from the guest bedroom, Matthew guessed his brother and his brother's friend had finally woken up and were heading downstairs.

"Mattie, where's the coffee?" Alfred yelled as he ran to the kitchen.

"Alfred, you have been staying here for a week; you should already know where it is." Matthew was a bit annoyed. but Alfred just laughed and return to the table with a cup of coffee and his own plate of pancakes, sitting next to Lovino, who was eating his own food now. Mathias followed Alfred as well, his own cup of coffee in his hand, settling in the middle of Alfred and Matthew.

After the conversation with Alfred on Sunday, Matthew had decided on Wednesday to talk with Lars and Lovino, who had came back from Italy from visiting his brother, and had told them what Alfred was planning.

"Tch, your brother is planning something." Lovino had said as he crossed his arms, sitting back on the couch of Lars's house.

Lars had rolled his eyes, placing his pipe on the table beside him. "You got that right, though it does seem funny that he hasn't said anything about this fiancee."

Matthew had shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his soda. "I guess, but what bothers me the most is that he plans on dragging me to Las Vegas, eh."

"Just go. What harm can possibly happen? Besides becoming totally shitfaced and high as fuck," Lovino stated.

Lard nodded at Lovino's statement. "There is no harm in that. Just get him drunk and see if he reveals anything about his fiance."

Matthew frowned but nodded his head. "Alright, but you guys are coming with," Matthew stated, looking seriously at his friends.

"Like hell I am going," Lovino automatically said, making the Dutch chuckle.

"Why not? I want to see how this goes and what his brother is planning," Lars said.

"Chigi, like I want to know what that bastard is up too!"

"Oh, come on Lovino, just do this for me, s'il vous plaƮt?" Matthew had asked, clasping his hands together and pouting at the Italian, which made his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"Come on Lovino, you don't see Matthew always asking for favors," Lars said, laughing at Matthew's face.

"CHIGI! Alright, fine. I'll go, now stop making that face!" Lovino said as he threw the remote control at Matthew, who laughed and dodged it.

"Merci, Lovino."

Lovino grumbled under his breath and glared at Lars and Matthew, who were laughing.

"So dudes, it's nine o'clock; we should start getting ready in about an hour, and then our road trip to Las Vegas will start!"

Matthew dropped his fork and stared at Alfred; Lovino started coughing on his coffee; Lars looked up from his cup. Mathias burst out laughing as he saw the trio's reaction.

Oh yeah, Alfred had forgotten to mention that.

"Alfred...did you just say road trip?" Matthew asked quietly. Alfred chuckled nervously.

"Oops, I think I forgot to mention that part."

"'Oops' my ass! Alfred, why a road trip and not go the normal way, like taking the airplane?" Matthew yelled, standing up.

"Because I thought it would be fun, Mattie!" Alfred whined, hiding behind a laughing Dane.

Sighing, Matthew hid his face in his hands as he mumbled to himself in French. Lovino was glaring at Alfred. "A little warning could have been given, you bastard!" he yelled at him.

Lars sighed. "Well, whatever. At least we packed properly."

"Che, still. A warning would have been better," Lovino muttered darkly as he went back to eating.

"Aw c'mon, guys! Let the guy have fun. He is getting married, after all," Mathias said as he tried to regain himself from his laughter.

Matthew looked at Alfred. "I am allowing this just this once. Next time, I will leave you alone in the woods." He spoke harshly at him before getting his plate and cup and going to the kitchen to wash them, leaving Alfred to laugh nervously.

TBC