Chapter Ten

Finally, the day of the wedding came. England was so happy, but America was worried. He didn't show up to the rehearsal dinner the night before. No. He was too busy pacing in his room, worrying aloud. "What if he ends up hating me? What if I trip while walking up the aisle? WHAT IF HE DIES DURING THE WEDDING!? Or... what if he doesn't show?"

Canada calmly sat in America's living room and listened. When America was done, he got up and hugged his brother. "America, you're working yourself up with all this worrying. Everything will go fine tomorrow. England loves you. You love him. The rest will work itself out." America slowly stopped crying. "You know what Canadia? You're pretty wise." Then he skipped off to bed, completely forgetting Canada was there.

Anyways, it was the day of the wedding. America and England were in their separate dressing rooms, getting ready. After months of planning, it was finally happening. They were getting married. There was no turning back.

"How do I look, Canadia?" Canada laughed a little. "Um, America," he giggled. "I think that's a little too small on you." America lowered his head and frowned. A tear formed in his eye. "This was the outfit Iggy gave to me when I was younger. I told him I would only wear it on special occasions. I thought it would make him happy to see me wear it since I never really did when he gave it to me."

America rubbed his eye, wiping away the tear. Canada placed his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry America. You look just fine in it." America lifted his head and smiled. "You really think so?" "Yeah! Ok, so it's a little small, but it still looks good. You should wear it." "Alright!" America shouted. "I will!"

Canada looked up at the clock on the wall. It was three o'clock. He looked back at America with a smile. "It's time," he said. America gulped as he walked out the door. This is it, he thought to himself. This is when my whole life is gonna change.

As he walked down the aisle, he looked at all of his family and friends. All of them were smiling. When he got up to the front, he signaled the minister to start the music. He cued the orchestra, and as they played the music, the groomsmen (America's and England's) came down the aisle and stood on their sides.

It was finally England's time to walk down the aisle. Everybody stood up and looked at him when he approached the doorway. He walked down the aisle to the speed of the music. With every step, he felt like his heart was going to explode. He was certain that this was going to be the HARDEST thing he would ever have to do.

He noticed that America wasn't wearing a formal suit. England tried to see what the hell he was wearing. When it finally hit him, a huge smile appeared on his face. "America! You're wearing the outfit I gave to you a long time ago!" America nodded, then looked at the minister.

"Dearly beloved," he started. America and England smiled at each other until the minister said, "You may now recite your vows." England went first.

"America, when I first met you, you were just a cute little thing. But what I didn't know was that I was going to fall in love with you. I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I never had the courage. That day in the hospital, when I finally confessed, I had no clue you heard. But I'm glad you did. If you didn't, I probably wouldn't be here right now, telling you how much I love you." A few tears fell down his face when he spoke.

Now it was America's turn. "Iggy, when you took me in, I knew somewhere deep down inside, that I was going to marry you when I was old enough. And here I am, standing in front of you, never been more in love with you than I've ever been. And I couldn't be any happier."

The minister started speaking again. They put on the rings then got ready for the final part of the reception. "Now, Alfred Jones, do you take Arthur Kirkland as your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part?" America looked at England with a smile and said, "I do."

The minister looked at England. "And do you, Arthur Kirkland, take Alfred Jones as your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part?" England looked at America with a smile and said, "I do." "I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom." America grabbed England and kissed him. Everybody cheered.

Now it was time to party! America and England had just shared their first dance as a married couple. Another slow song was on. Canada was sitting alone. He sighed sadly, as Netherlands passed by, and heard him.

"Hey. What's wrong?" "Oh! Hey Netherlands. It's nothing." Netherlands sat down next to Canada. "I know something's wrong. Tell me." Canada sighed again. "It's just. Nobody ever asks me to dance." There was a short pause between the two nations. Then Netherlands finally said, "Let's dance."

Canada quickly looked up at Netherlands. "W-what did you say?" Netherlands smiled. "You heard me. Let's dance." He held out his hand. Canada took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. Canada wrapped his arms around Netherlands as they danced.

"You know Canada. I really like you. I've wanted to tell you for a while now." Canada gasped in surprise, his face turning a bright red. "And...I was wondering...if...if you wanted to go out sometime?" Canada smiled and nodded. Then he kissed Netherlands on the cheek and continued dancing.

The rest of the night went smoothly. And for America and England, they spent the rest of their lives together in the U.S, raising two beautiful children. Hannah, and Lisa.

The End!