AO: I still can't believe how many requests I got. And the front page? I'm so happy! I love you guys :'D This one is an Italy story, another requested by virelay. I'll be uploading a lot of chapters today, since I stayed home from school. Remember to review, kay? :D

This whole thing started when Feliciano crawled into bed with Lovino one night. Lovino of course wasn't very happy to begin with. That quickly changed, however when the North part of the country started to whine about how much he loved him.

"I love you so much! I wanna be there for you, I want you to be there for me! Together we're an entire country! We're one! I just love yooooou!"

"Okay! Okay! I got it…"

Feliciano jumped onto Lovino in a hugging sort of manner. He couldn't throw him off though, he was obviously serious.

"D-do you love me too?"

"Sure."

"No! Really!"

"Yeah. I love you."

Lovino then successfully got him off, and Feliciano stared at him in his usual way, going 'Ve~'

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Let's get married!"

"WHAT?"

And that's it. It didn't take long for it to be cleared with invitiations and everything. The date of the wedding was coming closer and closer, until it became that day.

Everything seemed to be perfect. What couldn't be perfect?

Lovino seemed to be hated it, but everyone knew that he was happy on the inside. Antonio had woken him up that morning, much to his dislike.

"It's your WED-DING!"

"Dammit, shuttup!"

"Ahahaha!"

"Grrr… damned bastard…"

"Now, c'mon!" Antonio lifted him out of bed and throw him onto the floor. "Don't wanna be late, do you?"

At the church, Feliciano was waiting for him. He, should I say it?, glomped him to the ground. "Hello, nii-san!~ Ve~"

"Nii-san? Have you been spending time with Kiku again? Dammit…"

"It's okay! C'mon, let's go get married!"

"Fine…"

Feliciano dragged him off, and they walked through the castle doors. They walked down the aisle as the music played. At the end was a man who was to wed them. He said the long speech. At the end, he said, "You may now kiss the Italian."

Lovino looked to the ground blushing, but Feliciano was excited and leaned straight in. "Bacio, fratello!"

The crowd of Italians (and some close nations) cheered. They had some Catholic blessings done, and then the afterparty was ready to start. They'd decided on not having a regular cake, but a pasta cake. Yes, a pasta cake. Five whole tiers of nothing but pasta and tomato sauce.

Gilbert and Ludwig once again got drunk, and had to be rolled off to prevent any… bad behavior. It didn't matter though, because Gilbert was beaten down by Elizabeta's pan from trying to touch her… vital regions.

This claims the end of the Italian's wedding. The date was March 17, 1861 dating the Italian independence.