Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya


"What are those?" Natalya wondered, looking at the huge stack of magazines thrown down in front of her.

"Wedding, home improvement, and family magazines," Feliks said, picking up one with a smiling bride on the front to prove his point.

"Why?"

"Why?" Feliks repeated, "Because, we have to like start planning!"

"Planning—" the blond woman began to ask before comprehension dawned, "oh."

"Yup, I bet you haven't even thought of what kind of flowers you want, or what kind of cake, or anything else. I'm right aren't I?"

His answer was a pause of silence.

"Shut up," Natalya muttered with a slight pink flush on her face when Feliks smiled a smug smirk.

"Didn't say anything."

Natalya gave the other a glare but he shrugged it off easily before he grabbed several bridal magazines.

"Now let's like check these out."

Reluctantly, Natalya sat closer to the Pole and scanned the photos with him. They both decided they didn't like any of the dresses they came upon. So instead, the two began sketching out their own design. In an hour the area around them was littered with crumpled paper and there were pink eraser shavings all over.

"I…" Poland cringed while he waited for the bride to be to say something negative about his recent creation. Instead, he was rewarded with a confirmation.

"I like it," Natalya said with, almost, awe to her voice. Feliks sighed in relief before shouting in victory. He put the drawing inside a plastic cover and added it into a portfolio labeled, "Wedding Plans" in beautifully loopy cursive letters. His perfect handwriting to be exact.

They had an even harder time trying to decide on flowers, color scheme, and how big the cake should be.

"Five feet high is ridiculous!" she shouted, "And all pink?"

"Well everything else about your wedding is going to be white, why not add some color to make it pop!"

They bickered some more before they came to a middle ground: the cake would be three feet tall and have very small pink flowers among the main flowers. And speaking of flowers, they decided on blue flax flowers surrounded by a variety of white and purple flowers. The bouquet eventually set up the color scheme for the wedding too which would also consisted of purples, white, and blues. Feliks was pretty disappointed and pouted about it for a while, until Natalya grudgingly promised him he could be the decorator in charge of Toris and her's first one year anniversary dinner.

They moved onto the place the wedding should take place. They browsed a tour guide which held all the churches in Vilnius.

"There, I want to have it there," she said pointing a familiar church featured in the tour guide. Poland paused on the page and scrutinized it. She remembered Toris had taken her to that exact one and she remembered how much she wanted to get married there. It was very beautiful.

"I like your choice." Feliks agreed, "Finally, we agree on something!"

With the unspoken observation that invitations and a guest list were the only things left for them to plan, Feliks decided they were done for the day.

"Hey look at the time, well Toris should be home soon, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"Ohh we should like bake something! That'll be fun, huh?" He said as he pulled Natalya to her feet and pushed her in the direction of the kitchen. She looked behind her back at their area of work and really wanted to start on the list. Maybe she could recognize some names? Maybe dig up some memories. Although, Feliks was having none of that. Even as they baked (horribly), Feliks avoided her questions with ease. She grew frustrated with him. In the end she decided to drop it. She would get answers later.


"What is that smell?" Toris asked once he returned home from work. A sugary sweet aroma was wafting around the house. He followed the smell to the kitchen where Poland was sitting on the island, in the middle of the kitchen, with his legs crossed. He was dressed in light pink unicorn pajama bottoms and a matching white v-neck t-shirt.

"Pajamas?" Toris asked. Feliks was known for his great taste in fashion, so it was rare to see him lounging around in comfortable clothes. Although the outfit still looked highly coordinated and he looked like his hair was slightly damp. Just out of the shower? At this time of the evening? Strange.

"Me and Nattie had another girls day. Don't hate Liet."

"What is that smell anyway?" he asked again, with a roll of his eyes.

"Cookies!" Feliks shouted excitedly popping a recently baked sweet treat into his mouth. At the moment Natalya entered the room, also in pajama bottoms shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. Her hair was damp too. She was braiding her platinum hair into a loose plait. She paused briefly when she spotted her fiancé. Her face slightly burned when she saw him looking at her intensely again, like the day before.

Emerald green eyes rolled at the awkward teenage—no two year old—thing the two had going on. Seriously, they acted like they hadn't already kissed or held hands. They seriously needed a moment, or something.

Sadly, she went back to braiding her hair instead and nodded to Toris, then looked down at the bowl of cookies beside Feliks, "Have one."

"We er—Natalya—made them for you," Feliks said off handedly but he got his desired effect when the Belarusian woman's face turned a shade pinker and Toris got a big goofy smile across his. Oh my god, totally innocent. The fluff!

Toris' olive green eyes lit up once he took a bite of the treat. They were really good and he voiced his opinion. Natalya avoided his gaze as he praised the food, but she felt very her confidence shoot up. Then it dropped back down when Toris asked why they had taken a shower when it was five in the afternoon. Feliks explained it had gotten quite messy while they had cooked. Thankfully they had cleaned it up…most of it anyway.

"Just don't look up."

Immediately olive green traveled to his once sparkly clean ceiling. It was covered in white flour, yellow egg yolk, and a bunch of other cookie ingredients, "Feliks!"

"I told you, like, not to look up!"

Natalya smiled as the two bickered. She then spotted where Feliks had placed the cookie sheet. It was still on top of the stove and she picked it up to move it to the sink. Feliks saw this from the corner of his bright green eyes, "Nattie, No!"

His shout was too late as the girl's pale hand had made contact with the flaming hot metal cookie sheet. It was like slow motion for the three as the blond woman's eyes widened from the inexplicable pain searing through her hand. Instinctively she dropped the pan and from her mouth flew words in a language she had not spoken since her fall.

"Ебать! Это больно!"*

It was quiet a heartbeat or two before all three occupants looked at each other in alarm.

"Was that…Russian?" Natalya asked looking very shocked. The two men in front of her glanced at each other uneasily, before they both nodded lightly.

"You took it in college!" Feliks thought fast. He pulled a smile; it was a little too tight though. Ohh…this might not be good.

Natalya thought that over for a bit and said the words a few more times and they did feel familiar. In seconds they were sliding off her tongue easily. She blinked her large icy blue eyes a few times and felt almost giddy.

"I speak Russian!" then she went onto a rant, completely in Russian, and both occupants tried not to flinch from the sound. Halfway through describing how beautiful the day was outside, she realized how pale her two companions looked. She noticed how Feliks looked too harshly down at his nicely manicured nails and Toris shuffled his feet staring at his shoes like they had something interesting to tell him.

"You do not like it?" she asked.

"Not really," Feliks muttered with acid. "Belarusian and Lithuanian and especially Polish are totally better."

"Toris?"

"It—isn't my first choice."

"Oh."

It was quiet between the three. The tense atmosphere was broken by the sound of a doorbell ringing. Repeatedly. Annoyingly. Only one person ever rung Lithuania's doorbell like that. Olive meet emerald, yup it had to be him.

"I-I'll get it!" Toris shouted already halfway to the door. Before he left he shared a quick look with Poland to keep Belarus out of sight.

"Yes?" he asked once he pulled his front door open, but only halfway. He was met with a broad chest and the faint smell of worn leather. He looked up to see none other than the United States of America smiling down at him.

"Mister America," he greeted only half-heartedly, "What are you doing here?"

"I forgot to give this to you after the meeting today," he said producing a manila folder and a binder. "I thought I would drop this off today before I leave tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Mister America," he said snatching the contents out of the other's hands. He tried to close the door but America's hand stopped him. He sniffed the air a few times.

"Do I smell cookies?" before Lithuania could shut the door America was following his nose to the heavenly scent of sweets. Toris tried to get in the way of the blond man but he was easily pushed aside to his chagrin.

"Mister America, don't go into the kitchen!" he yelled loudly, hoping that Poland had heard him and was dragging Belarus out of said area. Sadly he was not heard as they walked in on Poland chiding Belarus and wrapping her hand in gauze. The two blonds looked up as soon as they heard the door open. Feliks' eyebrows disappeared into his fringe at the sight of the American but only one of Natalya's brows lifted. Thankfully, the American hadn't noticed them and practically jumped onto the defenseless cookies on the island.

Feliks' eyes snapped to the only brunette, who was standing in the door way looking lost. He mouthed,

"What the hell?"

Toris shrugged his shoulders as his answer. Feliks rolled his eyes in slight agitation, seriously too damn nice. Quickly the Pole jumped to be beside America. He frowned once he realized the other blond was already halfway done with the batch of sweets. They had worked really hard on those! With graceful speed Feliks pulled the bowl away and rested it on his hip. The other whined at the action.

Thankfully he still hadn't noticed Natalya. If they were lucky they would be able to shove the man out without him ever knowing that the personification of Belarus was in the same room. America wasn't known to be the most observant country anyway.

"Alfred," he said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

"Had to drop some files off," America answered distracted, he was not aware the other had used his human name. His navy blue eyes were trained on the bowl on his hip.

"Have you like done that?"

"Yeah—"

"—then leave."

With that Poland turned the taller man around and began to push him out of the kitchen.

"But—" he began to whine as he turned his head to look over his shoulder to look down at the one pushing him. Halfway through the action he had turned his body around too, but he stopped when his eyes caught sight of something. Or rather someone.

"Be—oof" America tried to say before a certain Pole inconspicuously shoved an elbow into the American's stomach. Azure blue eyes looked questioningly at the shorter blond man. There was a hint of 'what did you do that for' in his gaze as well. All he got as an answer was a very sharp glare that told him that if he said a word he would be in deep trouble. Confused, America looked to Lithuania. The other avoided his gaze. Lastly, he looked to Belarus. She had a curious look on her face and had her head cocked to the side.

"What's going on here?" he asked finally catching onto the tense atmosphere.

"Why don't we like talk in the study?" Poland asked him with fake cheer. Behind the normal words was a threat. Somehow America had caught it. He nodded, a little frightened about what would happen if he declined the offer (that was really a demand).

"We'll be right back!"

Before anyone could blink, the two blond males were out of the kitchen.


"Forget what you just saw!" Poland almost shouted to America, "Don't mention it to anyone else."

"Why?" he asked, so what if Belarus was hanging out with them? He was worried about her after what happened at the last world meeting. He tried not to flinch at the memory of Belarus trying to keep herself together after Russia yelled at her. It was nice to know she was doing well and not locking herself away like she did with him. The memory of how dead she looked the first few weeks when he took care of her popped back up.

"Just because. Like, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

"What's exactly is going on?" he wondered. Why was Poland getting so defensive? He folded his arms across his broad chest. Now, he was suspicious.

"You really shouldn't ask questions," Poland sighed going from bitch fit mode to serious. "All you need to know is that Belarus is going to fall in love with Lithuania soon."

Blue eyes blinked behind glass frames, "What? Seriously?"

"Yeah, and the less people interfere the more likely it will happen," Poland gave America a pointed look.

"What? How can you say that to me now? I want to help!"

It was Poland's turn to be perplexed, "What?"

"Lithuania is a good guy, Belarus should stop obsessing over Russia, and when you add those two things together you get a Happy Ending."

"Again, what?" Understanding American could be such a pain.

"The hero always helps those who need a happy ending. Let's face it if this works you, Lithuania, Belarus, Ukraine, me, and even Russia will be happy. It's the ultimate Hero mission."

"Okay?"

"So I can help?" America asked with big shiny puppy dog eyes. No one could say no to those!

"No." Apparently Poland could….

"Oh come on! Please!"

"No, nope!"

After a half hour of arguing America gave up, only because his people wanted him back at the hotel. Everyone knew that if the personification of America didn't get enough sleep, even a stomping elephant would not wake him in time to get him on his flight. With a nonrefundable ticket that not the best scenario.

"Don't tell anyone. Promise," Feliks said holding out his pinky when the American was ready to leave. America rolled his eyes but linked his pinky with the other's, "I promise."

"See you like later America!" Poland said with cheer as he shoved the other nation out of the house. He slumped against the wooden door with a sigh of relief. Crisis somewhat averted. He just hoped the normally loud mouth American would keep the encounter a secret.


"Who was that?" Natalya asked forgetting about the burning pain in her hand. The man was an unusual sight to her. From her few seconds of seeing him she saw he was childish but he was far from one with his tall statue and muscular build. Something about those attributes drew her attention to him. Almost like a moth to a flame.

"Alfred," Toris answered honestly, "He is an associate from work."

"You are friendly, no?"

Toris frowned when he noticed the interest in Natalya's tone of voice. A feeling he hadn't felt in a looong time came bubbling up in his chest. The feeling burned and was not a feeling he enjoyed. It was the ugly emotion called jealousy.

"He visits."

"Hmmm," She mumbled looking deep in thought. "Can I meet him?"

"No," he answered automatically, with a tinge of harshness.

"No?" Natalya wondered looking up at the other in alarm. It was the first time he had not allowed her something she had asked for. "Why not?"

"He's leaving for America. He just stopped by for Feliks and to drop off forms."

"Oh," she said feeling slightly disappointed. She had only seen him for a few seconds but something about those characteristics…just called to her.

"So he didn't play a role in my life before?"

"No."

"Alright."

They sat in silence. Natalya deep in thought, Toris paranoid on what she could be thinking about. It wasn't until Feliks popped back in that the atmosphere cleared up.

"He left," he said with exasperation and he plopped himself down on the table.

"You do not like him?"

Feliks ran his hand through his sunny blond hair, "He's a handful and not in a good way, like I am."

Feliks eyes caught sight of Toris' slightly tense stance, and quickly changed the topic.

"Hey Toris, don't you have something to show Natalya?" he asked and he looked toward the living room. His eyes widened, remembering the documents hidden there.

"Oh right!" he said and turned to Natalya, "let's go to the living room."

She lifted a curious brow but followed the other with a Feliks behind her.

"What's that?" she asked once she saw a pretty navy blue binder on his lap, almost like the one she and Feliks had been working on earlier that day. She looked around the floor to see that their wedding planning had been cleaned up. Feliks must've done it while she showered.

The three of them were seated on the couch with Natalya in the middle of the two males.

"Our memory and photo album."

To prove his point Toris opened to the first page where there was a nice collage of photos of them. The photo ranged from all kinds of events such as birthdays, amusement parks visits, etc. Natalya noted that most pictures were of Feliks and Toris.

But those thoughts flew out the window when he turned the pages of the book to a page with both their university graduating diplomas.

Without her consent, Natalya's uninjured hand shot out to touch the plastic covering over the piece of paper. She traced her name written beautifully on it and stared at the university seal. She had doubted the reality of it when Feliks had first brought it up. Now, with it under her finger tips, Natalya felt her uncertainty ebb away. But a new feeling replaced the old, fear. Even as she touched the paper, no memories popped up. She did not feel anything. What if she never did? What if none of her memories came back and all that she had was a black abyss that replaced years of her life? While she was happy now, with Toris and Feliks, she just needed to know.

"Hey are you okay?" Toris asked the woman who stared vacantly at the book. Her eyes blinked before she answered, "Yeah, fine…but I was wondering…"

"What?"

Natalya bit her lip a bit and glanced down at her hands. The question she wanted to ask had been on her mind for a while now, but she felt a little silly about having to ask it. It was one of those things people in a committed relationship should not forget.

"What was our first date like?" she finally asked.

"Yeah Toris, what was it like?" Feliks teased with a knowing smirk. He pulled the couch pillow into his arms and hugged it. He looked like a child who knew he was going to be told a comical bed time story.

"W-well," he began, "uhh I asked you out to dinner."

Natalya nodded.

"I bought you a bouquet of flowers before we went to a fancy restaurant to eat."

Feliks rolled his eyes, Toris conveniently did not mention that she had barely glanced at the fresh flowers and shoved them back into his arms.

"We got there, I talked and you listened. You seemed very interested in what I had to say."

Feliks lifted a brow, again the brunette skipped over the detail that she was only interested because she had asked him about Russia. He snuck a quick look to the Belarusian. He noted she looked interested in what Toris had to say. She really had changed.

"Afterward we took a walk around the park near the restaurant. Then you held my hand until we got back to your house."

At that Feliks perked up, scoffed, and muttered playfully under his breath, "Broken fingers~"

Toris glared at him, but it had no effect on Feliks. He only stuck out his tongue childishly as his response. Toris rolled his eyes at the other with an exasperated expression. The Lithuanian then glanced at Natalya, who was too distracted have heard the muttered words. She stayed quiet, her attention focused completely on the photo album.

"That sounds nice," she said after her small pause, then sighed, "I wish I could remember it."

At her confession, both males glanced at each other.


The next day, Feliks had been called away for business.

Before he had left, Feliks had shoved into Toris' hands the wedding plans Natalya and he had been working on, to the blond woman's horror.

"Look through that and tell me what you think!" were the Pole's departing words. By the time the front door clicked shut, Natalya was already jumping to grab the portfolio from Toris' hands. The man was surprised by the action but used his height advantage to hold the portfolio just out of the woman's reach.

"Give it to me!" Natalya demanded, jumping to reach the portfolio.

"Can I please look at it?" Toris pleaded with her.

"No, it's embarrassing!"

"I'm sure it's wonderful."

The way he said it and the way he looked made Natalya's heart skip a beat. She bit her lip, trying her best not to give in. Another second of looking into the olive eyes of his and she lost. With folded arms and a pout Natalya mumbled, "Fine."

Finally the two resorted to sitting around the floor of the living room looking through the wedding planner Natalya and Feliks had worked on. The room was delightfully warm and the plush blankets beneath them comforting and soothing.

"Wow you guys went all out," Toris said in awe with every page he flipped. It looked like something out of a professional wedding planner's own collection, "This is really amazing."

"Thanks."

They continued to flip through the portfolio, before they began to dip into the idea of life after marriage.

"I think since I've chased after you this long, I'll stay around," he said with a playful air to his tone.

"Even if I gain weight with pregnancy, or wither with age?" she asked jokingly, while she nudged the other with her shoulder. She expected him to look a little goofy and silly like she was feeling, but once she laid eyes on Toris she almost froze from the intensity in his eyes.

"You'll always be perfect to me," he said with full sincerity, devotion, and love. Natalya drowned in the dark green eyes with the same emotion. She leaned closer to fall deeper into their depths, not at all aware of the rapid beating of her heart. The moment their lips touched their kiss started out soft, lovingly, and slow. Although, the more seconds passed the more frenzied their kissing became.

They broke apart and realized how pressed up against each other they were. They were hyper aware of how fast their heartbeats thumped, and how their hearts synchronized in the action. Natalya's face flushed slightly and she let out a few breathy gasps to fill her empty lungs. Toris had his hair tousled, curtsey of the blond woman, and was also fighting a heavy flush on his cheeks while he held Natalya around her slim waist.

She looked up at him from under her lashes and it captivated him like no other.

"You're beautiful no matter what."

There was no denying he believed the words.

They kissed and the world only consisted of the two and the words, "I love you."


"Hey guys, guess who—oh?" Feliks said bursting into the doorway of Toris' house the next morning. He paused abruptly in his sentence because he of what saw on the floor. Several articles of clothing littered the floor and lead up their way up the stairway. He easily recognized them as Toris' and Natalya's. His green eyes widened to an impossible size and he looked down at the clothing and up the stair, then back again several times. Finally, he let a small giggle through his lips and smiled before turning around and exiting the household.

Wow.

Someone wasn't going to be wearing white at her wedding anymore.


A/N: YAY! I updated, sorry it took forever and a half:/ But I hope that this 4,000+ word chapter makes up for that. Well I just really wanted to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter, past the fifty mark. I can't even believe this story even got past 30 reviews, so yeah I am beyond happy:D Also thanks to those who favorited. followed, and/or read along silently.

*("Fuck! That hurt!") or so google translate told me. If you know the right way to say it, don't hesitate to tell me:)