The trio of overenthusiastic blonds had just been pushed out of Switzerland's home when they were replaced with another enthusiastic blond and his companion. "Oh my god, Liech!" Poland squealed, grabbing Liechtenstein in a hug, "We are going to give you the most fabulous wedding!"
"Hello Mr. Poland," came Liechtenstein's muffled voice from his embrace. Hungary followed behind and gave Liechtenstein a much gentler hug. She and Switzerland exchanged nods. They had been friendly and Switzerland approved of her as a role model for his sister. "Morning." He grumbled, even thought it was technically afternoon. "OH! Miss Hungary!" Italy squealed, just arriving on the scene. He still adored her from his days living with Austria and was incredibly excited to be reunited with her. It was rather noisy for several minutes as introductions and reintroductions were shared by all but Poland closed the conversation by stating loudly "We have to go shopping! We don't have time for this!" Switzerland gladly opened the door to show Poland the way out. He watched his sister's receding figure and sighed to himself. At least he'd have some nice quiet time to think things alon- "Mr. Switzerland! Do you have any more tomatoes, ve~?" Oh, and Italy.
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Poland had insisted that he help Liechtenstein pick out a dress because he had "like, the best taste, ever" so Hungary and Liechtenstein trailed after him from shop to shop, each location being fruitless until they reached a small boutique at the edge of the road. Its windows were foggy and you could hardly tell it was open except for the dusty sign that hung on the door. "How about here?" Hungary suggested, pointing to the building, a little tired of running after the exuberant man.
"Ew, no! It doesn't even look open!" Poland whined, eager to move on.
"Actually, I think we should check it out," Liechtenstein piped up. Poland sighed and pushed open the door. A small bell tinkled and a frazzled looking man with short brown hair ran to the front. "Hello and welcome-" He stopped and smiled, glad to see a familiar face. "Oh, Liechtenstein, Poland and Hungary! " Spain grinned, clearly looking for someone's ear to talk off.
"Mr. Spain! Why are you here?" Liechtenstein inquired. The cheerful nation looked oddly out of place, surrounded by gowns.
"Oh, the shop is actually France's but he said…" Spain grappled for words, "He said that I should do some real work."
"The shop seems a bit…toned down for France." Hungary remarked, glancing at the wallpaper that was peeling ever so slightly at the corners and the window display caked with grime
"It's like, actually kid of gross." Poland agreed.
"You know, he's been having some hard times. This is just his hobby I guess." Spain sighed and looked around, as if he could fix his friend's economic troubles with a glance.. "Anyways," he chirped, his voice regaining its usual cheer "How can I help you guys? Want some coffee?"
"Coffee…?" Liechtenstein mumbled to Hungary.
"No! Liech is getting married! Didn't you know?" Poland cheered
"T-to who?" Spain coughed, clearly not up on the latest gossip.
"Italy." Hungary said matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips, "I'm sure you must have heard from Romano"
"Now that I think about it I do recall him mentioning something about that… Oh, well I guess I know now!" Spain shrugged it off and stepped out from behind the counter. "Let's look around. I haven't actually seen all of France's designs either. It will be fun!" Poland was already rifling through racks, rejecting every dress that met his eye.
"Ah. Mr. Poland, perhaps we could look at that one." Liechtenstein tried, pointing to one of the many unsuitable dresses.
"But it's totally old-fashioned!" Poland protested.
"Not to offend Liechtenstein but she is a bit old-fashioned" Hungary replied pointedly
"Oh, yes." Liechtenstein agreed. She really was quite traditional in her dress and speech to name a few. Poland sighed resignedly and pulled out the dress. It was a pure white, with a high neck and long sleeves made of lace. It seemed to scream Liechtenstein as Spain carried the dress to the changing room. Hungary collapsed onto a once beautiful velvet chair and exchanged small talk with Spain as they waited for Liechtenstein to change. Poland would slip in and out of the dressing room to help Liechtenstein get into it. Finally, as Hungary began to wonder whether Poland had been helping the younger girl change or nap Liechtenstein's small voice carried out from behind the curtain "T-there's not a mirror in her!"
"Come out then!" Hungary replied, a small bit of her feminine side showing. In fact, everyone was excited to see how she looked. Hungary was worried that there was nothing that would fit Liechtenstein at this point. But then she walked out. The dress looked well, beautiful on her. It accentuated her slight features and delicate face, the skirt of the dress trailing out behind her.
"Oh. My. God. You look amazing!" Poland screeched. Hungary and Spain agreed. It would have to be taken in at the sides a bit and the sleeves were a little too long but a dress had been chosen. The three of them thanked Spain, who set up a fitting appointment and they walked back through town. Hungary treated the other two to lunch, during which Poland could not stop talking about the 'perfect dress' (no one mentioned the fact that he had initially rejected it) and the wedding plans. They ran into a few friends (and enemies), all who had heard about the exciting event and wanted to help in some way. All the attention Liechtenstein had been getting from her marriage had been wearing her out and she was more than ready to return home and rest.
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Switzerland wasn't sure what to say, if anything to Italy as the brunette hopped around the kitchen. He still wasn't comfortable with Italy being with his sister but she would probably like it if he made her husband feel a little more at home with him.
"Um," he cleared his throat
"Y-yes?" Italy said cautiously, looking up from the bowl he was stirring.
"I just wanted to say that um, I'm glad you make Liechtenstein so happy." Italy seemed confused, not used to Switzerland being this touchy-feely. Switzerland was confused too.
"I love her, ve~"
"Yeah, well she loves you back. But just because she does doesn't mean I'll like you any more, all right?"
"Ah, okay Mr. Switzerland. I will be very nice to you and maybe you will like me a bit more perhaps?" God, Switzerland thought to himself, this guy just doesn't get it.
"Look, just…be careful with her okay." Italy nodded, still slightly confused. "And, I guess what I mean is, if you hurt her, you're dead."
"Ah, ah, okay." A slightly shaken Italy said, returning to his work. Switzerland walked away to his office, confident he had gotten his point across.
