Ivan took yet another deep breath, ignoring his shaking hands. To say he was nervous was an understatement, he was terrified. Terrified of making a mistake, or worse... Although he didn't know what would be worse than that... It was the big day. The day in which he would have a husband. He didn't dare call Matthew his wife, he'd gotten slapped the day he called him that. Ivan had stared at the Canadian in pure shock, before both of them had busted out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Even worse, he hadn't seen his lover all day yesterday or the night before because of some western 'marriage tradition'. It killed him to sleep in that bed alone. He actually hadn't slept at all. He couldn't without that warm little blonde snuggled against him or writhing beneath him as he played out his own dreams on his lover. That smell of maple faded when he wasn't around, leaving Ivan with the same old empty air he had grown to love before he met Matthew. The empty air of loneliness that followed him everywhere after the fall of the Soviet Union. But after today, that empty air would be gone forever. The thought made him smile like a fool, unable to keep the excitement at bay. He reached up to fix his bow tie for the hundredth time when a knock came on the door. It made him jump, and he swore to never tell anyone about it. "Come in!" Ivan called, and the door swung open to reveal his sisters, both dressed in the same black dresses with white headbands. It had been Katyusha's idea to dress alike. Ivan himself was wearing a black tuxedo with a white rose tucked into the breast pocket. Natalia had quickly agreed to the sibling-match-plan as she had a few black dresses already in her possession. It was nice, and Ivan appreciated the gesture. Although he'd had to leave his scarf in his suitcase, and although it was his choice to do it for the sake of formality, he was regretting it. "How are you doing in here, Vanya?" Ivan just held up his hand to show her how badly it was shaking. She gave a happy smile and pulled him into a gentle hug. He laughed, reaching to pull Natalia into the hug as well. They stood there like that for a bit, both sisters rubbing Ivan's back in attempt to calm him, but they all knew it was in vain. Especially when Toris popped his head in. "Ivan, it's time for you to go to the altar. Here, I'll walk with you and your sisters." He swallowed thickly, nodding and feeling both his sisters taking each hand in their own. Another shaky breath was let out. "Do not worry, Ivan," Toris soothed, "You'll be fine. I've seen Mathew today and he's just as nervous." Ivan looked at his friend, grateful for his care. He suddenly felt like he could do it, like he was going to be okay. Which he was. He survived wars and he was worried about this?! "Спасиба. I feel a bit better now. I'm just worried about messing it up somehow." Natalia smirked, reaching up to fix a strand of Ivan's hair. "Брат, let's be serious. With this whole ceremony being conducted in English and you having a tendency to switch to your native tongue when nervous, you will mess up at least once. But despite that, Matthew will love you just the same." Ivan looked at her, his eyes softening. Ukraine was laughing along with Toris, and Ivan couldn't help joining in. "Да, сестра. I just hope I don't mess up too much. Although I doubt Matthew would be perfect either with that stutter of his." All of them laughed at that, and Ivan was feeling better due to the sudden distraction. "Alright, let's get to it then." Ivan strode into the brightly lit hallway of the building being used for the wedding. The decor was classic, reflecting both nations pasts fluidly and beautifully. It was amazing to see how well the coloring worked and how everything had turned out as a whole. It didn't take long to reach the door leading to the altar, and Ivan adjusted his tie nervously. After another hug from the group following him, he opened the door and went to his place. He caught America's gaze and rolled his eyes as the man made a rather inappropriate and sexual gesture before getting hit by a irritated Brit. Ivan giggled childishly, nodding to France just as the music began to play and the church doors opened. As soon as he saw Matthew, his eyes widened and he didn't doubt his jaw dropped too. The boy was wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a vest that had gold stitched in to match his hair. His glasses weren't on, which meant he had switched to contacts prior, and Ivan was a bit let down by that. Another thing was that his hair was pulled back by a white ribbon similar to the one Francis always wore. It allowed the light to shine on his neck, one that was a pure and creamy color. Ivan couldn't help but think of the marks he would put there tonight. He stared at his bride for the entirety it took the boy to reach him, which wasn't long, and he smiled softly when Matthew was across from him. The ceremony began, them saying vows and soon after, everyone watched in amusement when Kumajirou walked down the aisle with their rings. The Ring Bear. More vows, and then the final part. Ivan's heart pounded. "Do you, Ivan Braginsky, take Mathew to be your lawfully wedded Husband?" "I do." He swallowed thickly, watching Matthew as the man smiled at him. He returned it, hoping the blond couldn't hear his heart beating against his ribs. "Do you, Matthew Williams, take Ivan to be your lawfully wedded Husband?" Ivan swallowed again, and couldn't help the smile that broke across his face when he heard Mathew's reply. "I do." The next few moments happened quickly, all leading up to the kiss.

"You may kiss the bride." Ivan reached up slowly, taking Matthews face in his hands, and kissing him. The blond sighed into him, placing his hands on the Russian's chest softly. The room erupted in applause, and they broke apart, Ivan hovering for a moment before glancing at his sisters. Katyusha was smiling insanely, and Natalia was laughing at something Alfred had said to her. They even shared a small peck.

"I love you Matvey, so much."

"I love you too, Vanya, so much."

OoooooO

"Hey! Ivan!" The Russian looked over at his new brother-in-law to see him holding a platter of shots. "Time to see who is the ultimate drinker!" He smirked, this would be fun. The reception had been nice so far, the food was amazing (a certain Frenchman having been the one who overlooked the chefs) and the music wasn't too rowdy, or too low key.

"Ah, yes, I will be sure to kick your ass, да?"

"Try it!" The platter was sat in front of him, and he scooted into the table. His husband looked over at him, rolling his eyes, and picking up a shot for himself. The blond knocked it back, and placed the glass upside down on the table top. Ivan was next, and he did the same, reaching for the seat of Matthews chair and pulling the man towards him.

"We are a team, да? Let us drink together." The Canadian grinned, leaning over to kiss him softly.

"Let's kick his ass, eh?"

"Like that'll happen, lil' bro! I am the champion!"

OooooO

Matthew swayed to the music, catching Ivan's hand and beckoning him to dance. The Canadian relaxed into his husbands hold, sliding his hands up to rest on the man's neck. Months ago, the Russian would have flinched or pulled away at the touch due to the sensitivity of the area, but now it made him melt under Matthews fingers. It was often an area that the blond took advantage of, as the Russians neck was an erogenous zone of sorts.

"You are enjoying yourself, да?"

"I am. It seems surreal, ya know? I get to spend my life with you, Vanya." He looked up to catch the violet eyes so similar to his own.

"That is good. I never thought I would ever find anyone, Matvey. I thought I was end up alone until my nation fell. Then I met you... And being alone made me scared, I felt lonely just not being able to sit near you in meetings... I cannot live without you."

"You don't have to. You'll never have to."

"I know that now. I would die if something ever happened to us. Knowing that I couldn't have you would kill me." This man is making it hard for me to not to tackle him. He's mine. No one else's. Ha, now I sound like the old Belarus!

"Don't worry about that. Let's dance some more, and then we can escape to honeymoon." He allowed the devilish tone to be heard, and could see the lust in Ivan's eyes. The man had been staring at his neck for some time now, and he didn't doubt it'd be covered in marks. The thought excited him, and he pulled Ivan down into a heated kiss that left them both wanting more.

He was a bit drunk, wasn't he?

"Why wait to consummate our marriage, мой дорогой?" The Russian's voice dropped low, lips at the Canadian's ear. Matthew shivered, imagining them other places, and quickly shoving Ivan towards the exit. "Wait, wait! We have to tell them we're leaving. Patience, love."

"Uhg, okay. Meet me back here in two minutes."

They ran off in different directions, Matthew catching his brother by the arm and pulling him into a quick hug.

"Enjoy the party, Al! Ivan and I are headed out. Getting kinda loud, ya know?"

"Which is code for 'I won't be able to walk in the morning' right? Don't worry, I'll keep your bear for a few days as planned and you can pick him up whenever on Saturday, 'Kay?" Matthew blushed, nodding and hurrying to hug his papa and father before running back to the meeting place.

Ivan was standing there grinning ear to ear as Katyusha teared up for the hundredth time out of joy. Matthew pulled her into a hug.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him!"

"I don't doubt you, Matvey. I'm just so happy that you and Vanya are together. Now run along you two, and have some fun." They both flushed at her meaning and the woman merely laughed, saying something about finding Belarus.

OoooO

Ivan moaned, his fingers twisting into Matthews hair as the smaller man went down on him, suckling his tip gently before taking him in as much as he could. Oh god, that mouth felt so good. Matthew hummed, creating vibrations that travelled along Russia's shaft, and sent chills racing up his spine.

The Russian moaned loudly when the boy bobbed his head, gently rubbing the area around his crotch while he did so. Ivan watched through heavily lidded eyes, as his cock disappeared and reappeared through those plump lips, and began to rock his hips carefully.

And oh god, Ivan was losing composure, groaning in ecstasy and trying to stay still. It had been awhile since their last, and Ivan was eager to make his spouse feel good.

"You like that, hm?" Matthew breathed, making Ivan shiver. The Russian could only nod, resting his shaking hands on the sheets. He then got some sense back and decided to be daring.

"I'd like it better if you were under me- oh god-" Matthew was on him once again, and Ivan sucked in a quick breath at the teasing that was no doubt punishment for his comment. The blond continued to hum every so often, working Ivan higher and higher until- he didn't release.

The Russian looked down at the grinning Canadian, who was slowly crawling up his body. Ivan took advantage of this and before Matthew could say anything, flipped himself over the smaller man.

He was quick to shower the giggling boy in kisses and touches that were quickly crossing into the dirty side of things. In one swift twist, the button on Canada's pants was undone and Ivan was working his hand into the heated area. Matthew panted and muttered incoherent sentences in French as Ivan pleasured his lover, quick to reach over and grab the bottle of lube that he had packed for tonight.

Matthew squirmed, moaning softly as Ivan slid one finger in, searching. A few more movements and he added another, reaching deeper, and locating the boy's sweet spot. He made sure to hit it moments later when he added a third digit, causing the man to arch his back. Ivan took this opportunity to slip Matthews pants down and off, working his shirt up as well. He marveled at the body beneath him, as he always did, and continued to run around while coaxing the shirt over Canada's head.

"Y-you t-too, please.." At the plea, Ivan slipped his fingers out and stripped, making sure to stretch his body in all the right ways to make Matthews watching eyes widen. After finishing, he leaned back over Matthew and resumed the preparation.

"I love the sounds you make," he dropped his voice down, increasing his accent, "Matvey..." The boy whined, moving to meet Ivan's fingers, and cueing that he was ready. Ivan positioned himself and started off slow, as usual, making it loving and sensual. Ivan never got used to the way Matthew felt, the way he moved beneath the Russian.

The pace picked up and kisses became sloppy, unable to connect due to Ivan's powerful thrusting. Matthew was a mess, mumbling nonsense and moaning louder than his companion was. It really was interesting how quiet the boy was during the day but as soon as Ivan got him naked...

Ivan could tell he was close, as was Matthew, and he went even faster, trying to get both of them there.

"I-Ivan, ah, Ivan!" The Russian growled into Matthews shoulder, clutching the man close as he came, and following not to far behind.

They both panted, trying to catch their breath. Ivan shuddered from the aftershocks of pleasure and the feeling of him slipping from his Husband. Matthew, pushed the Russian onto his back and cuddled against his chest.

"You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"Me either."

"I love you, Ivan." The Russian smiled, happier than he had ever been.

"I love you too, Matvey."

Ooooooo

This is it guys, the end. I want to thank you all for sticking to it, and I hope this was a good ending? I suck at weddings haha.

I'm still having issues updating Light Within You and I hope to get it figured out soon. Until then I have made an account on AO3 (Archive of our own) and my username is the same as it is on here. I'm on the fourth chapter and it can be found there!

Happy reading and until next time my lovelies,

MapleSunflower1230