Teh last chapter!
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Chapter 7: The Big Day
One Week Later:
Arthur was still at home curling up into a little ball as he began crying again. The tears stung his eyes and burned his cheeks as they rolled down. He clutched a small stuffed rabbit to his chest. All his magical friends surrounded him, including the real flying mint bunny. They lay close to him hushing and shushing him and telling him that 'it's ok' but they all knew that it very well wasn't. "I was too l-late. I should have t-told him years ago. I was too late, I was too late. Too late, too late… too… late" He repeated and repeated until his throat was sore.
Canada's POV
Canada awoke that morning alone; Alfred suggested that they don't see each other for at least two weeks before the wedding to make the day even more emotional. Matthew just loved that idea so he agreed instantly. He went down stairs and gazed at his white tuxedo he laid out the previous night; he traced his fingers along the smooth material and smiled. 'Today is going to be a great day'
Matthew began preparing himself for the ceremony. He shaved, showered, washed and brushed his hair thoroughly, brushed his teeth and ironed his tuxedo twice. He looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath. Then the doorbell rang; and there stood France waiting to take him to the church.
"W-wow Francis. You look g-good…" He said in a quiet whisper with a red blush. Canada did once like France but he didn't show any interest so he just gave up and moved on. He shook his head slightly. 'Those days are over now right? I shouldn't be thinking about that. I-I'm in l-love with Al now…'
Francis noticed his blush and grinned; he took the Canadians hand and gently kissed his knuckles. Winking he said "Why thank you mon cher. But have you seen yourself? You look absolutely stunning"
"T-Thank you…" France smiled warmly and gestured towards his car.
"Well? Shall we take our leave?"
Matthew nodded meekly "Oui…" He followed after the Frenchman, watching the gentle breeze play with his hair. Both men boarded the vehicle with Canada in one of the back seats and, obviously, with France at the wheel. After about a minute of silence Canada noticed that France hadn't started driving.
"Uh… Francis? Y-You ok?"
"Matthew, are you sure you want to do this?" Francis asked not looking at Canada but straight ahead.
"What are you talking about? O-Of course I… do"
"Ok, just… remember that I'm here" France started the engine before Canada could ask what he meant and the trip went on without them saying another word to each other. But when they left the car they were conversing like they normally would do, so Canada just assumed that France meant that he's just there like any friend would be. As the pair got closer to the church they saw that a lot of the guests have beaten them there.
Eventually the crowd did see that the Canadian had reached the church and he was greeted with clapping and cheering making him blush again.
*-~TIME SKIP~-*
Everyone began taking their seats on the pews, Matthew and Francis took their places at the front and the priest also stood at the front holding the bible. Everyone and everything was ready, just one thing missing.
So they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Just where the hell was Alfred?
England's POV
England hadn't yet moved from his position on his sofa, his thoughts depriving him of any sleep. 'Well… I suppose I have to move on. Right about now Alfred has become a married man' However by just thinking that, no matter how rational it was brought him more sadness. Just as he started to drift into sleep he heard frantic nocking at his front door. Arthur simply decided to ignore it. Then a few minutes later he hears something slamming into his door and then CRACK! 'W-Was that just my door breaking?' Arthur, terrified for his life, curled into an even tighter ball. Loud footsteps pounded through the hall. 'Oh god! I'm going to die!'
"IGGY?"
'Alfred? Was that just Alfred just now?'
The living room door slammed open and Arthur began trembling. Expecting to feel a punch he let out a cry, but instead a warm, soft hand stroked his hair; shocking him so much that he stopped breathing. Ever so slowly he moved his head to look at the young American. As soon as he did he was bought into a firm, but comfortable, hug. Patting the smaller blond on the back America cooed "Sssh. Sssh. It's ok Iggy, I'm here" Feeling soothed by his voice England clung onto Alfred.
Once the tears stopped Alfred pulled away slightly so that their faces were close and he could see those emerald eyes. He cupped England's face in both hands and lightly traced the lines of dry tears with his thumbs.
"Artie, I've thought about what you told me" He leaned closer. "And I've realised that I love you too!" Closing the distance he kissed him passionately. Still a little stunned Arthur kissed back eagerly, crushing his stuffed animal between them.
Back At The Church
Matthew cancelled the wedding. But he wasn't upset. He made a pretty good guess of the whereabouts of America; he was with the person he loved.
After the last of the guests departed with a few 'I'm sorry's' he sat slouching against a pew, smiling softly. Francis sat next to him.
"How come you're smiling? You were left at the alter today…"
"Because I think that I have realised that I wasn't as happy as I thought I was with Alfred."
"I see…" France slid an arm around Canada's shoulders and placed a small kiss on his cheek.
The two new couples spent the rest of their lives in happiness; very pleased that England wasn't too late.
The End!
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Translations:
Mon cher = My dear
Oui = Yes
