Hey there... BLAME AKUONI! I swear I started this on the 8th or something but... I... kinda lost interest. I am so sorry! B-but aku showed me the wonders of the kink meme on LJ and... I was hooked. I tried so hard to find something on them and I just got so sad. I'm sick of this pairing, you know? Not in itself, but making it without finding others are doing some as well. Heck, on dA, type in 'switzerland japan' and the first pic on there was in requst for me after I freaking BEGGED! And somehow even my crappiness made it to the first page. Though I am happy since that was my old icon and my new one... well, it's still way in the back... ANYWAY, still, I drew some for you all and found a Greece/Switzerland/Japan fic and stuff which will me included in the end but... I'm getting really annoyed. I even had about 2-4 people say they would make some as a birthday gift but not one is done. And... yeah. Even though it took awhile, last chappie reviews were so low and I don't know. I just stopped wanting to write but I swear everything will get done eventually, okay? Once again, I am really sorry!
"Kiku, you ready? If we miss our flight, there's a high chance we'll be late to our own wedding." Switzerland calls buttoning the last part of the shirt Japan gave him to wear while he didn't really have any of his own clothes over at the current.
"A-almost!" Japan responds grabbing his suitcase and heading to where his blond lover was waiting.
The Swiss smiles and nods as he reaches for his fiance's hand. "Now?" he asks with a small sparkle in his eyes.
Japan only brings himself to nod as his reply as he leans up to peck soon-to-be-husband. With their hands sweetly filled with the other's the two make their way to the airport, dreading the hectic building and long plane ride.
Switzerland is nearly arrested within the first eight minutes trying to go through security before Japan finally being able to convince the guards of their identities and Japan giving Switzerland a long scolding about bringing so many guns with him to an airport of all places.
After a few minutes of scolding, they make their way into waiting room for their plane to arrive. Sadly, they tried to keep a lower profile now and not doing anything appearing more than 'friendly', not only to avoid the disapproving looks of homosexuality, but the squealing and oogling many more people would give at the 'kawaii' couple. The thought of random teenage girlss coming up to them and asking for a picture of them kissing or something almost makes Japan laugh out picturing Switzerland's reaction.
Even on (mandatory) good behavior, Switzerland receives many looks for his looks being one of only two people clear;y not from the nation. Even then, everyone could tell his lover was far more attractive with his shiny blond locks so soft to touch but appearing spiky. His deep green eyes graced by reddening cheeks. A firm body and perfect figure, Japan starts to get upset at any of the admiring girls in the corner across from their seats and scoots closer.
The blond notices the new closeness but before he could act on his instinct to claim Japan, the plane arrives and the Asian stands quickly and grabs his hands to rush inside.
The plane ride feels longer than usual to Japan on his way to America's home as only a hour passes with him already craving his lover. The wedding is still only the next day, but never in his life could Japan recall a time he feels more impatient.
The feeling is very much mutual as the two attempt to sleep for the rest of the flight or even play some card games to beat the boredom of waiting.
Once they finally arrive, an obnoxious voice manages to break through the crowd and call out to them. Apparently America already has a car ready followed by Greece and Liechtenstein as a welcoming party for the two.
"Brother! I am so happy for you! And Japan, please be wary of him, he gets too emotional sometimes, I think. Still, I am so very happy for you two! You make the perfect pair! Oh!" the short nation exclaimed giving both males a loving hug.
America coughed loudly and beamed at the scene. "Man, I can't see it all! You sure you ain't lying, Liecht? I mean, SERIOUSLY, Kiku! I can't believe it! It's so amazing! I'm really happy for you two but anyway, we have things to do and the Italian brothers are screaming their heads, or at least Romano, off wanting to make sure the dr-clothes fit right! We shouldn't keep them waiting much longer, plus, I had an extra large cola and I seriously don't want to piss in airport bathrooms. C'mooooooooon!" the hyped up American pleads already walking heading towards the door.
Greece mumbles a quick 'congratulations' before leading everyone back to America and his truck.
"Just throw your stuff in the back, okay? There's a lot of room in here so don't worry, I made sure to bring one with a back-seat." the dirty blond states unlocking the doors for everyone to get in. America was the driver while Greece took shotgun, Switzerland and Japan in the back-seat window spots with Liechtenstein taking the middle due to her brother's insistence that it's the proven safest part and that with America driving, she needed to be in the middle.
Japan smiles at the way Switzerland is so protective of his sister. He looks so cute getting all flustered over making sure she's okay, not minding at all the space between them seeing how America tends to break every speed limit, speed through red lights, stop signs, and every sort of common driving barrier to arrive at the hotel he booked for them.
Everyone gets out so dizzy and wobbly, when Switzerland tries to shoot at the reckless American he actually misses and hits the side-view mirror instead.
"HEY! I'm still paying this off! This is my baby, asshole! I thought ya'd want to be here as soon as possible!"
"I WOULD LIKE TO ALSO BE IN ONE PIECE WHEN I GET HERE, BASTARD! WHAT IF SOMEONE GOT HURT!"
The two continue to argue until Japan interrupts and drags the Swiss by the ear inside. "St-stop making a scene and come in!" he orders blushing.
America laughs a little and smirks. "Switzerland is so whipped...!" he jokes leading the other dizzy nations back inside.
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"THE HELL IS THIS!" Switzerland screams pointing at the item in question angrily.
"Well, we thought about it, and we thought blue is more your color and Japan should have red, ve? We're sorry, please don't hurt us!" the younger Italian pleads trying to hide behind the older.
"Wh-what are you doing, bastard! Don't hide behind me, stupid! I didn't want to do this in the first place!"
"V-Vash... Please, d-do not shoot them! I-I am sure they did not know any better, they are... the Italian brothers after all. It was bound to happen. And I think the dresses... look very nice... so... very... nice..." Japan inputs darkly to his lover trying to figure out how his plans steered so far.
"Damn it, Kiku! Don't just defend them! Who would REALLY think making us wear dresses would be a good idea? Can't we just rent something!" Switzerland protests angrily.
Japan sighs and grabs his finished looking gown slowly before shooing everyone out. "It starts in barely four hours, we do not have much time to complain, get ready, okay? A-and get out! It is bad luck if the husband sees the bride in the wedding dress so... Out!" The Japanese commands pointing to the door.
"B-but then wouldn't I need help with my dress? And... damn it I hate you two." Switzerland states glaring at the fearful Italians.
"W-well, more guest should arriving soon. I think Poland said he made it and some others can help you out, France and we can help Japan for now. Germany can lead you to your changing room, he's right outside..." Italy suggests next to Japan.
"THAT PERVERT IS COMING? No way in HELL is he helping Kiku dress! Did you just screw around and invite all the damn nations in the world!"
"Hey, don't ask us. America was the one who called up everyone, damn cheese bastard! Now if you can't hear, I think a certain someone asked you to leave!" Romano defends shoving Switzerland his dress and out the door.
"I am going to kill America..." he murmurs noticing Germany and shrugging. "Can you lead the way?"
"Ja, and about the wedding..." Germany scratched his head guiltily, "try to just think about the afterwards, America did try to only invite the more approving nations. Everyone here is here to support you two. I think you and Japan will have a long and thriving union together, congratulations."
"Yeah, yeah, I've been hearing that type of thing a lot lately, thanks..."
The German nodded as he turned to lead the Swiss to his preparation room.
In it, Switzerland already sees a certain Austrian and Prussian in the room fussing about something he can't make out and coughed angrily for their attention. "The hell are you bastards doing here?" he asked in a flatly hostile tone.
Austria cleared his throat and softly smiled at Switzerland in a way he hasn't seen in years before beginning to speak. "I, for one, am here to simply wish my longtime neighbor good luck. I... I know I'm far from your favorite person person, but even still, I am so happy for you. I think this is really amazing, Vash. Any other time, I would have already been shot and maimed out the door so... Congratulations. -As for him-" the Austrian throws in giving a quick glare at the Prussian, "I cannot say."
Switzerland gives a gruff 'whatever' to Austria annoyed by the fact people really seemed to think he couldn't get someone for himself until the fact Prussia is still in the room dwells on him. "And so then what are you doing here?" he questions the albino sharply.
Prussia does his whole 'kese' chant and smirks victoriously at the question. "Oh, nothing. Just trying to win the bet with Spain and France about which one of you two would be the husband but... judging by the dress, I take it I won?" Prussia mocks cockily.
With that comment, Prussia's face is happily able to greet Switzerland's fist (since guns weren't allowed in the church) up close and personal, knocking him to eagerly meet the ground while he is at it.
"You bastard! Must I have to admit to wearing the horrible excuse for clothing and be pestered by worthless non-nations! You asshole! If I correctly when we were younger, you took me up the ass rather eagerly if I may say so myself. You think Japan can make me a wife!"
After a few harsh stomps on Prussia, Germany finally steps in and Stops the fuming Swiss.
"I am sorry, Switzerland. I am afraid Gilbert is rather oblivious to things like this and manners." the gelled back blond apologizes kindly before pulling Up Prussia's head. "And I'm sure that he's so sorry he will be leaving right now to go fetch Poland, right bruder?"
"And why the hell would I do that!" the beat up ex-nation questions angrily to his younger sibling.
"Well, one could assume none of us knows how to make a dress look proper on a man so, clearly, Poland's help would be most useful." Germany replies calmly.
Switzerland opens his mouth to protest before Austria speaks up in agreements and he's left to follow along. It did makes sense after all.
"I hate you all so much right now..."
~...~
"Ooooh! JAPAN! You look so AWESOME! We haven't even done your make-up and you are ROCKIN' that leather! Swissy'll love it, I'm sure!" A certain Hungarian female squeals taking pictures of all angles involving Japan in the tight leather outfit.
"A-are you sure? I-It feels tight... I cannot breathe!" Japan chokes out trying to stretch and have the 'clothes' loosen up on him.
"Nonsense! You'll get used to it! It's called being a wife, dear. No women ever died wearing things like those stupid griddles as far as I know! I had to wear one every day when I was with Roddy! Besides, if it's not tight, it would look bulky under the dress! You want your first night as one to be really special, right?" Hungary replies patting Japan firmly on the back. "You think this is perfect for your bro, right Liecht?"
"Perfect! It is exactly big brother's style! You look perfect, Mr. Japan!" Liechtenstein agrees smiling innocently to her female friend/role model.
The Italian twins are not in the room at the moment for something about having to get the shoes making Japan, gratefully, the only male in the room. He still hates the fact that Italy kept insisting he should get someone else to help out and chose Hungary of all nations! How he wishes he could leave and not have to do any of this but reluctantly stays and tries to cover himself from the examining eyes.
Japan only blushes and tugs lightly at the little straps on the top and can't think of a more embarrassing thing to wear. Trying not to glare at the females in the room, Japan takes his dress once again in hopes to actually put in on and cover the ridiculous outfit he is forced into. "L-let us just please move along...!"
The girls nod their heads sadly beginning to work the Asian busily.
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"Like, you hair royally suck as it is! Do you ever do anything with it? We like, totally need to fix this! And stop fiddling with your dress! It'll get all wrinkle and that would just not be cool!" Poland scolds trying to envision a good look for Switzerland.
"The hell you mean wrinkles! It already is! And my hair does NOT such, asshole!"
"You fashion idiot! Those are frills! They're like, mega-cute! Wrinkles would just make you look tacky, -or more tacky, really."
"Shut up! And- Ah!- stop pulling on my hair, bastard!"
"Like, I need to! I think you should get a ribbon. It's simple and boring like you! and with all that hair in your face, some pins. I'm guessing if Japan is crazy enough to marry you, Japan would, like, want to see your face, right?"
"I will kill you. 'Neutral' or not, I will make lead merge with your skull." Switzerland growls feeling part of his hair yanked back and being set with two red pins and a bow being tied in.
"Like, whatever. You're almost done, I guess. I have to say, you do sort of work the whole crossdressing thing! Once the German jerks come back with the shoes I asked for, you'll, like, be all done! Italy can be like, such an airhead when it comes to remembering all the details!" the Pole sighs out ruffling up the frills one last time before said German trio walk on in and finish preparing the Swiss.
~...~
It was about 6:51 p.m, Nevada time. This meant about nine more minutes before the wedding would start and the invited nations would be waiting in their seats as the not-so-quiet manner. Nations keep crowding in as America ushers at the door. Why, why were people always last minute? Korea running after China groping him to the floor and causing other nations like Taiwan and the Nordics to growl in response from the line blockers. Canada somehow goes in unnoticed so slips in through with ease holding Kumajiro tight and thankful for invisibility.. Eventually it takes Russia 'koling' at the two Asians saying if they do not move, he would personally have them all become one with him while they were at the wedding. Sure enough everyone makes way fearfully inside.
Many countries notice the decorations with the red-white coloring around and more things shaped as a cross in red and most things in a shaped as a circle in white. Supposedly America thought the odd twist would make it feel more welcoming with red and white flowers floating just about everywhere.
Over towards the end of the room The Holy See stands as the priest with small red and blue banner covering the columns behind him waiting patiently for the time for things to begin with a serious expression commanding everyone to settle down as Switzerland in all his crossdressing glory takes his place in the front, feeling his short, frilly dress really start to burn into his skin.
'Almost there. In just a few hours, it will all be over and this thing is going to get ripped off!' the blond tries to think optimistically.
As the time gets closer and closer, Liechtenstein comes in as her role of the flower girl throwing white and red petals throughout the floor, Japan following behind her, escorted by Greece. Austria begins to play the cliche 'Here Comes the Bride' on the according to the side as Switzerland can't take his eyes off the scene. The three and slow and graceful walking down the aisle and by the time Liechtenstein reaches the end, Switzerland finally has clear view of Japan.
Japan's face is covered by a thin blue veil up front and a long red part in the back. Still, the veil does nothing to hide the deep red cheeks on the Asian's face as he finally takes his spot beside him on the altar. With new permission, the Swiss leans in lifting the translucent fabric away.
"Your dress makes you like such a rape-able bottom." the blond whispers sweetly for only the other to hear.
"And yours makes you look like the desirable slut, dear." Japan counters just as quietly.
"Ahem. Let us begin." The Holy See interrupts ready to start the unification.
Okay, so... in hopes you do not absolutely KILL me, I made you guys this. It's a mild spoiler-but-not-really sort of thing. It's also why I didn't REALLY explain what their dresses looked like. Just check it on my deviant:
http:/ d-gray-angel. deviantart. com/ ←-my devi page for some whatever pics
http:/ hetalia-kink. livejournal. com/15769 .html? thread= 41384345#t41384345 ←-Greece/Switzerland/Japan... I think I'll make a request for just S/J one day but... I don't actually think someone would fill it so... ^^;