Austrias villa was at least one hour away from the train station, but somehow, Prussia managed to make it to the aristocrats home in less then 20 minutes. Despite the heaviness of his luggage, Prussia kept walking in a fast, furious march until he arrived the villa.
The villa itself was quite a sight right now. Even though Hungary claimed she, Austria and the soon-to-be-weds were not able to do everything themselves, they had already done a damn good job.
The large mansion was hung with white garlands, the garlands itself having beautiful golden ornaments on it. A huge red carpet was laid out from the entrance gate throughout the whole garden. But Prussia was blind to all that, as he rushed angrily past the servants rushing all over the place. He scanned the garden with his eyes, until he spotted a familiar mop of ligh brown long hair. "Hey, Hungary!" he called, hurriyng over
The woman turned around and smiled at the sight of her long-time rival. „Oh Prussia it's you! Did you...come here on your own?"
"No, zhe ozhers just couldn't keep up vizh me. Listen, do jou know vhere Vest is right now? Zhere's somezhing I vant to talk about wizh him." Prussia said. Hungary blinked, a bit confused about Prussias aggressive tone.
"Um, last time I saw him, he was checking the security at the west wing. Hey, did you two have an argument or -" But the albino had already run off. Hungary sighed. "Oh dear. Maybe I shouldn't have invited him after all."
When Prussia arrived at the west wing, he could almost immediately hear his little brothers booming voice yelling instructions to a group of soldiers standing before him. "Hey Vest! I've got some zhings I vant to talk to jou about!" he shouted, while angrily stamping down the hallway. The soldiers raised their guns at the intruder. Germany turned around at the voice and gave a small smile when he recognized Prussia.
"Hello Bruder. I'm glad jou could make it. How vas zhe train ride? I -"
"How dare jou not telling me in person zhat jou vere getting married? I'm jour brozher for fucks sake!" Prussia interrupted, pointing an accusing finger at Germany.
"Zhat vasn't my fault! Hungary and Austria insisted I should leave zhe invitations to zhem, vhile I take care of zhe security arrangements. Haven't jou seen all zhe soldiers around zhe villa?" Prussia snorted.
"Yeah, zhere's a big vedding coming up! Maybe jou heard about it?" Germany sighed. He dismissed the soldiers with a nod, then walked towards one of the doors leading into the garden, motioning Prussia to follow him.
"It doesn't have anyzhing to do wizh zhe vedding. Ve've been receiving various anonymous zhreats lately. Ve don't know who's behind it yet, but Austria and Hungary vere really vorried, so zhey asked me to provide additional protection." The blonde turned to his brother, a serious expression on his face. "Zhe burden of keeping all of us safe lasts square on my shoulders. Staying focused on the task at hand is my top priority." Prusia sighed and scratched the back off his head. His face had softened a little.
"Ok, ok, I get it. Jou've got a really difficult job keeping zhis place safe by commanding and operating all zhese soldiers on jour own." The albino dropped his hand and looked Germany straight in the eye. "But still, how coud jou not tell me about somezhing as big as jour vedding? Am I not zhat important to jou anymore?" Germany laid a hand on Prussias shoulder.
"Hey, jour my big brozher. Of course jou're important to me." Germany smiled again. "But I understand if jou didn't vant to be my best man anymore now." Prussias eyes widened at that.
"Jou..jou vant me to be jour best man?" Germany gave an amused chuckle at that.
"Vell, yeah." Prussia gave a big grin.
"I vould be honored!" Then, he seemed to remember something and his face turned angry again. "But I'm still mad at jou for marrying some strange country I don't know! When did jou even meet zhis 'Reppublica Italiana' – guy?" Germany raised an eyebrow.
"Bruder...jou're joking, right?" Prussias expression didn't change.
"No, vhy vould I joke about somezhing like zhat?" Germany pinched his nose and gave a sigh, but it seemed more amused then exhausted.
"I can't believe jou. Prussia, 'Reppublica Italiana' is zhe official name of Italy." Prussia blinked.
"Italy? As in North Italy? As in zhe most cutest, adorable little country ever? Zhat Italy?" Germany nodded, still smiling. Prussia gave rather unmanly squeal of joy and began jumping around his brother in circles. "Zhat's like totally awesome! Zhe most adorbale country on earth is going to marry my little brozher! Jou're marrying Ita-chan! Jou're marrying Ita-chan!"
"I hope-a I'm-a not interrupting anything important." a slightly annoyed sounding voice called from the door. Prussia stopped his little dance and turned around. Standing at the door was Italy arms crossed in an impatient manner. Prussias grin widened.
"Ita-chaaan! Give jour future big brozher-in-law a hug!" Prussia shouted extending his arms and running towards Italy at highspeed. Italy merely looked at the albino with a rather untipical cold expression on his face, then made a step to the side, letting Prussia crash into the concrete wall behind him. Prussia slid down the wall and rubbed his nose.
"Owww..." he groaned. "Vhat zhe hell, Ita-chan?" Italy just ignored him and walked over to Germany. Germanies smile became warm and loving at the sight of his fiancèe. He laid an arm around Italy. Then he seemed to remember Prussia was still around and turned his head back to him.
"Look, I've gotta go back to zhe station now. Italy vill be checking in vizh zhe rest of jou, to see how thingz are going. And I zhink I speak for both of us when I say: ve couldn't be more excited to have jou here. Right Feliciano?" He asked. Italy turned his head to Prussia as well. His face turned into a sinister smile that made Prussia frown in puzzlement.
"Si, absolutely." Italy smirked.