Once everyone had finished eating France stood up and tapped his glass.

'Speeches!' he cried. Everyone internally groaned as America stood up.

'Well, just wanna say thanks for turnin' up, especially everyone's bosses too. Also thanks to Elizabeth whose lettin' us use her gardens. The food was done by Japan, china, the Italys and Spain, so a big thanks to them!' America went on in this fashion for a good twenty minutes when England got bored, pulled him back into his seat and kissed him, just to shut him up. America pouted when the other countries cheered.

'Don't worry, love, everyone hates speeches. It's not you.' England comforted him, nuzzling the taller nation's neck. America kissed England's head softly, a small smile playing on his lips. A loud CLICK! Could be heard followed by Hungary and Japan muttering as they compared pictures.

-

On the other side of the Marquee the bad touch trio were talking about the newlyweds.

'Aww! It's so CUTE!' Spain cried.

'I give it 2 months.' Prussia said.

'Non, they'll last at least 3.'

'France! Prussia! You guys are so mean!'

'L'espagnol, it shall not last. I have known Angleterre for many years. He will soon grow weary of Amérique and toss him to the side like he did to everyone else.'

'It might be different this time! England isn't a dirty, stinking, ship sinking, spice stealing, good for nothing, bloody pirate! Anymore.'

'The awesome me agrees with Spain, he's sober, that means something.'

"Hmm, just have to wait and see then, oui?" France said and they all went back to his wine.

-

England looked round, he kept hearing his name and phrases like "not going to last" and "I hope they don't start another war" floating about.

"What's up, Ig?"

"People are talking rubbish, again."

"What do ya mean?"

"France is bitching, Asia is taking bets on how long we'll last and Spain's running around with Italy yelling 'CUTE!'"

"Oh god, just ignore 'em. They'll get bored."

"Yeah, I know, it's just frusta-" England's eyes widened.

"Ig? What's wrong?" America followed England's eye line until his eyes settled on young woman who was making her way towards them.

"Ah, England, nice to see you." The stranger said.

"Nice to see you too." England choked out. "but I thought you said you couldn't make it..."

"What, you think I'd miss my little भौहें getting married!"

"Who are you? I'm America!"

"Oh, yes, I'm India. I'm a, let's say, acquaintance of England" She smiled, then spotted France and bounded off towards him.

"Ig...?"

"Oh bugger." England muttered and began banging his head on the table.

-

They finished the meal and got through the pictures alright, until India wandered over to America and began talking to him about England.

"Is he still grouchy in the morning? I remember he used to be useless without his tea."

"Erm... yeah, he's not great..."

"Does he still go all red and flustered? I used to find that adorable!"

"Yeeeaah... Who did you say you were, again?"

"India, England and I dated for a while..." America stared at her at shock.

"O-oh... Ok..."

"Does he ever sing to you?" India questioned, oblivious to America's discomfort.

"N-no..."

"Oh, he always used to. He has such a good voice!"

"He does?" America asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. How could he not know these things about England? They were married for goodness sake!

"Errm, I've got to, er, go see, FRANCE! Yeah..." America stuttered, then more or less ran off. India stood there and smirked, she loved screwing with people.

I GIVE YOU

INDIA

just cos i felt like screwing with England and America's lives again.

btw,

OMFG.

I have failed my science test

I just know it.

One of the questions asked

'What substances speed up digestion?"

I wrote laxatives.

I'm screwed.