Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

A/n1: I heard about that hurricane (Irene, right?) that's slowly but surely approaching New York. God, that sounds so scary… I hope everyone's going to be okay there! I've never experienced anything like that before, but I know how deadly those storms can be. If you're from around New York – please take care!

A/n2: Look at that, I found yet another unused butt-song! 8D Kings of Leon, FTW!~

A/n3: O-okay, I just got to know I'm invited to a Dutch radio-program tonight (from 12.00 AM to 01.00 AM), because I sent in the right answer to a question (which was – and I swear I'm not lying – about the Kings of Leon), so instead of waiting till Saturday, I'm updating the fic a little earlier! Like… right now! :D W-wish me luck…

** Bottoms-Up! **

Chapter XLVIII:

Trunk
(Kings of Leon)

Well.

As I already expected, Antonio easily gave Hungary his permission to take me away from him for a while (fucking bastard, next time I was feeling him up again I swear I was going to tear his fucking nipples right off that hunky but not really hunky but actually, yes, really really hunky torso of his, dammit), and so, before I could even decently present my spiteful middle finger to the stupid Spaniard, Hungary had taken me by the arm and pulled me with her.

'Please come with me for a second, Roma,' she whispered huskily (probably some after-effects from that nasty smut-book), '…I really have something very important to say to you.'

Her breath hit the skin of my neck and I involuntary shivered.

'O-okay, but stop panting down my neck like that! And… w-wait, where are we even going?' I asked her, weakly struggling against her disturbingly firm grip around me as she dragged me out of the living room.

Hungary was taken aback by this question and eased her hold on my arms.

'Oh my, I don't know, actually. Um… well, is there somewhere you want to go?'

Yes.

Away from you.

But I didn't say that, of course.

I was thinking it really hard, though.

'Um… what about the kitchen?' I quickly suggested when her burning and impatient stare was beginning to freak me out a bit.

She cocked her head. 'The kitchen, Romano?'

'The kitchen, yes.'

'Oh, now, that's fine by me, but… why the kitchen, dear?'

'No reason, really.' I muttered, glancing to Antonio's coloring picture in my hands, '…and stop calling me "dear", dammit.'

Hungary watched me for a moment. She looked like she was going to say something, but she changed her mind and smiled friendly at me instead, releasing me completely.

'Okay then – let's go to the kitchen, Romano.'

xXx

As soon as we entered the kitchen, I immediately walked over to the big refrigerator as casually as I could, because somewhere, on some level, I realized it probably looked a little bit… silly, walking to a refrigerator with a peppy picture colored by a 25-year-old in my hands.

I still did it, though.

And I cleared my throat.

'Look, Hungary… if you want to talk to me about the thing I think you want to talk to me about, I can already tell you this much: I don't need it.'

I heard the light taps of Hungary's shoes calmly following after me – and I heard the equally light, amused chuckle that escaped her lips when she stood still behind me.

'Oh, so?~ Well, what do you think I want to discuss with you, then?'

'Just a minute…'

I frowned and looked around me, trying to finding some stupid magnets – I knew he had put them in a basket around here somewhere, because Antonio liked leaving weird notes addressed to me on the refrigerator when he was working in the garden and I was walking around the House, hesitating between helping him out and stubbornly doing something else, because I was an ass.

Still…

…t-those little notes of his always knew to convince me to go outside and join him.

And… and thank him for the nice note.

And… and tell him that I loved him as well.

M-maybe I should leave a note for him once in a while as well…

'Here you go, Romano!~'

Hungary suddenly pushed a small, orange basket into my hands, filled with magnets in the shape of all kinds of vegetables, fruits and… turtles. There was also a single magnet shaped as a football in there.

'Oh.' I stupidly stared at the basket with magnets and gave Hungary a small smile. '…thanks. I was wondering where that bastard had put them.'

She laughed a bit.

It made me frown and feel somewhat insecure.

'W-what's so funny?'

'You are, Romano!~' Hungary said, still laughing, '…oh, I think it's so funny and so adorable how you just keep on calling Spain a bastard, while you obviously love him very much!'

'Oh. Yes. That.'

I turned to the silvery refrigerator and held Antonio's colored picture against it, brushing my hand over it a couple of times to flatten it some more.

'…I can't help it. Old habits die hard. And it's not that bad I call him a bastard. He's used to it anyway. Besides… he knows I don't mean it.'

'I believe you.'

From the corner of my eye, I saw Hungary smiled brightly at me and handed over a couple of magnets – one in the shape of a – oh, just what are the odds! – tomato and one in the shape of a cucumber.

'And…' I swallowed a bit, already hating myself a little more because of what I was going to say, '…and it's not like… I give him bad names all the time…'

'You have started calling him by his human name.' Hungary said, knowingly.

I attached the magnets to the refrigerator, feeling myself blush.

'T-that, too, yes. He really likes that. I mean, I… think I can seriously hurt him if I call him by his nation's name.'

'So… you never call him Spain?'

'Not anymore.'

'Not even when visiting other nations?'

'N-no.'

'Not even when lying in bed with him on top of you?'

'…wha—'

'With the wonderful word Boss right in front of it?'

I stared at her and was suddenly extremely aware of the fact that I was in a room with Hungary, alone, and possibly in mortal danger.

'L-like… Boss Spain, Hungary?' I hesitated.

'Boss Spain, oh god YES…' Hungary gripped the defenseless little basket of magnets so ruthlessly it was beginning to crack a bit, '…don't go telling me you've never called him that during the act of making love before now!~'

'T-the fuck?' I stammered. '…w-why would I call him that, dammit, it's weird!'

Hungary sighed and shook her head with a sad, gloomy smile, touching the side of her face again as if she was fucking mourning.

'Oh, Romano. Romano, Romano, Romano. You don't understand. But that's okay, I suppose. A simpleminded Italian like you wouldn't understand.'

I looked at her blankly.

'What. Wouldn't understand… what, Hungary.'

'A maiden's heart.' she declared, gently putting a hand on her chest.

'Oh please.' I rolled my eyes.

She gave me a stern glare.

'Well! For starters, Romano, calling Spain Boss Spain and letting him spank and repeatedly molest you with tomatoes and handcuffs and maid-costumes and nipple-clamps isn't weird. It's… love.'

'Love.' I repeated dryly. 'I see. You're going for the nipple-clamped kind of love.'

Hungary ignored me.

'It's nothing more than pure, innocent love.'

'If that's pure and innocent love, then I'm a fucking pony.'

'See?' Hungary pulled out a fluffy handkerchief and started wiping away some nonexistent tears, '…I told you you wouldn't understand a maiden's heart.'

'Hungary…' I uttered a deep and tired sigh, adjusting Antonio's picture a bit better '…just… just tell me what you want to discuss with me already, okay?'

Please don't let it be about nipple-clamps please don't let it be about nipple-clamps please don't let it be about nipple-clamps.

'Well, alright then.' Hungary said – and swiftly put her hanky away again, as if nothing had happened, '…but first, I've got to say that's a very nicely colored picture Spain made for you.'

'It… it is, right?' I agreed – and it really was. Antonio apparently had the strangely cute talent to be able to color beautifully.

The picture (of a bowl, filled with tomatoes) was looking like a small painting. He didn't leave a spot uncolored and he hadn't even colored outside the lines. Antonio had also written his name underneath the tomato-drawing, and… w-well, Antonio happened to have a gorgeous, sexy handwriting…

I can't believe I'm even fucking droolingover his damn handwriting. I can't.

'You must be happy and proud to have him as your fiancé, don't you?' Hungary then asked me kindly, looking at the picture on the refrigerator.

'I am, yes.' I admitted, not even mumbling or stuttering or protesting. '…I am very happy to… have him. He's really… sweet. And loving. And caring. And… he's so concerned about me. Plus, he… always knows what to do or say to make me feel better – better about myself. He'll… he'll be a very good husband, I'm sure.'

'That's great, Roma…' Hungary mused.

'And… and that's why…' I continued, '…I don't think I need your advise anymore, Hungary.'

The brunette looked at me, confused at first, but quickly getting the point.

'…ohh, that's right, you said something like that earlier as well!~ Something about knowing what I was planning to discuss with you and not-needing this talk…'

'That's right.' I nodded.

'Well, then let me ask you the same question again: what do you think I want to talk to you about?'

'You want to talk to me about how to top Antonio. You want to tell me about how you did it and what I should do to end on top of him as well. Right?'

I decided to keep quiet about the fact that I knew she told Antonio about my topping plans. At least, for now.

'Right!~' Hungary smiled a bit broader, '…that's right, Romano, I certainly want to talk to you about me and Spain! But not right now.'

'…what do you mean, "not right now"? And why not?' I asked her with a scowl.

She blinked with her big green eyes.

'Well, we have our appointment for this Friday to talk about that matter, remember? You are going to visit me in Budapest, we'll have lunch in a nice little restaurant and I'll tell you all about the perverted things I did with Spain.'

I shuddered and winced at the same time. 'Oh god…'

'Ah, silly Romano.' Hungary smiled faintly. '…I'm only kidding, dear. It's really not as bad as you might think.'

Her tone of voice had changed – it had become a bit lower, a bit softer, making me look up at her in curiosity.

'What do you mean?'

'Oh my, who knows?~' Hungary chuckled. '…you'll find out this Friday, Roma!~'

I didn't get it.

'B-but why bother waiting till Friday, Hungary? That's just stupid! You're here now, so why don't you just—'

'Because I say so.' Hungary cut me off, putting her hands on her hips and looking slightly cranky, '…and because I want to talk to you about something else, Romano, something that concerns you and Spain. And your wedding.'

'What about all that?' I asked.

'Have you arranged anything already?'

'Arranged what?'

'Romano! Are you telling me you haven't thought anything of this out yet?' Hungary clacked her tongue in disappointment and wagged a finger in front of my face, '…you should be ashamed of yourself!'

'Seriously, woman, I don't have a fucking clue what you're trying to tell me!' I exclaimed helplessly, pushing her confronting finger out of my face.

Hungary got a bit angry now.

'Your wedding, Romano, your wedding! Come on, for someone who's been waiting for a wedding proposal for so long, you sure take your sweet time getting the point!'

'But—'

'You're like Bridget Jones, only male, less Hollywood-pudgy and not-single! You're Brandon Jones!'

'I'm wh—'

'Shut it, Brandon Jones, I'll explain to you what I mean.'

Hungary sighed and rubbed her eyebrows before continuing in a critical voice.

'About your and Antonio's wedding. Have you made any arrangements yet? Have you already flipped through some wedding folders or binders? Do you know what budget you're going to need for your wedding? Know where you want to marry? Know where to get your photographers, gardeners, caterers? When are you planning to send the invitations? And when are you planning to give the engagement party? And most important of all… when are you planning to marry, Romano?'

I stared at her like a deer would stare into the headlights of a storming monstertruck.

'I-I…' I gulped, '…I… I haven't… really thought about all of that yet, no… b-but we only got engaged yesterday! How was I supposed to know Antonio was going to—'

'Lies!' Hungary snapped, shaking her head furiously. 'Fem-Fem told me she spilled the beans to you, so you knew it was coming!'

Fem-Fem?

…oh, wait.

Fem-Fem = Femke = Belgium.

Right.

I was so going to whip that Belgian bitch, next time I saw her.

Only I wouldn't, since I liked her too much for that.

Besides, I didn't have a whip.

Anymore.

Moving on…

As I was trying to think of something to say to the raging Hungarian woman, I suddenly remembered my carefully muffled-away sketchbook with wedding ideas, hidden somewhere in Antonio's dusty study – I mean, he never used his study, that's why I had hid the stupid thing there in the first place.

'W-well, I… I might have got… some ideas…' I muttered slowly, flushing as I thought about the way I used to sneak off to the study to scrabble and fantasize about our wedding like some desperate Cinderella or something.

'Really?' Hungary's face and mood instantly cleared up a bit, '…well, that's a relief! Tell me all about that later, then. My, looks like you're more reliable than your cute little brother after all!~'

'Feliciano?' I frowned. '…what's got Feliciano to do with my wedding?'

A short, yet uncomfortable silence followed.

'Ah… well… more than you think – that's why I wanted to talk to you in private for a moment, Romano.'

Hungary smiled, and for the first time since her appearance, she looked a bit nervous.

I got a bad feeling about this.

'Explain.' I ordered, leaning against a table – and looking more nonchalantly than I actually felt.

'Right…' Hungary laced her fingers together, '…um, first of all, you know about your brother's engagement to Germany, right?'

My jaw dropped and my eyes almost burst from spreading them out so suddenly – and ruthlessly.

'He's WHAT?'

'Engaged. To Germany.' Hungary wasn't even surprised to see my surprise anymore, '…for a couple of months now already, Romano. You didn't know? He was pretty vocal about it, though.'

'Is THIS the face of someone who KNEW?' I hissed, pointing to my twitching eyes with a heavily shaking finger.

'No, dear, that's the face of someone who doesn't know much in general.' she scoffed, gently.

Gently. What the fuck.

I pretended I didn't hear her sarcastic insult and fisted my hands.

'I-I don't understand! Why didn't he tell me! W-we're brothers! We're practically twins! So why…'

'Well…' Hungary slowly started, '…now that I think about it, when I visited him yesterday – poor little sweetheart, he's not feeling that well lately – Veni did say something about wanting to tell you about his engagement only after you got engaged yourself. Something about not-wanting to make you jealous. Ah, he's so sweet…'

'Oh. Okay, that… makes sense, I guess…' I hesitated, relaxing my hands a bit, '…but then I wonder why he hasn't contacted me yet…'

'Don't worry, dear, I'm sure he's planning to do it, but, well, he's sickish. And probably too busy having a well-deserved siesta right now…' Hungary mused, '…it's almost three o'clock, after all. And you know yourself how important it is to have a quickie—I mean, nap in the afternoon…'

I glared at her.

'So you went and told me about Feliciano's engagement in his place instead?'

'Romano, would you stop looking at me like that? Like I said, I thought you already knew!' Hungary frowned.

'DON'T make me point at my very much unknowing face again!' I growled. 'Sheesh, how was I supposed to know about his upcoming wedding if he wanted it to be a surprise!'

'Spain knew.' The green-eyed brunette shrugged. 'I figured he'd accidentally have told you about Veni and Germany already.'

'Not when it's meant to be a surprise! God, you call me and Antonio dense, but at least we know when to keep quiet about something!'

'Oh, that's—'

'Unlike some nations I know! Don't you agree, Hungary?'

I looked her way and narrowed my eyes.

Hungary's face flushed and she avoided my eyes, fiddling with the ribbon on her dress.

'E-ehehe… o-oh my, Roma, once again, I wonder what you mean…'

I narrowed my eyes even more, almost shutting them.

OH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, MISSY...

Still, I didn't say anything because I ironically enough didn't want to embarrass her any more (that's right, I can be illogically nice every now and then), so instead, I handwaved it away.

'Anyway…' I sighed, '…you were talking about something concerning Feliciano and potato-bastard Germany's wedding. Right?'

'Ah! Yes, that's right!' Hungary nodded, obviously relieved and not even hiding it, '…I have a very important announcement to make to you – and it's from your boss.'

I groaned. 'First you're talking about my brother's faggy wedding, then you suddenly start talking about my boss… Really, Hungary, this is getting very confusing… what does anything of all this have to do with me and Antonio! And our wedding! And why the hell do you have an announcement from my boss, why doesn't he just… contact me!'

'Because he's busy, Romano – he's got more things to worry about than the weddings of the Italies. And since I'm such a good friend of Veni and the one who's going to help him with his and Germany's wedding, your boss thought it would be wiser if I would be the one to tell you the news.' Hungary explained.

'What news!'

'The news about the decision your boss has made.'

'What decision!'

Hungary gave me a careful smile.

'You and Veni are going to have a shared wedding, dear.'

xXx

For a few minutes, I wasn't able to speak.

I wasn't able to fucking speak.

Oh, mind you, it's not that I was that disgusted or appalled to the idea of having my wedding on the same date, in the same place, in the same room and at the same time as my idiotic younger brother – he's still my brother, after all, and even though I sometimes want to drown him in the deep well in our backyard, I still love him – and really, I should drop by to visit him now that he's feeling ill…

But it's just that…

I hated that I didn't seem to have anything to say in this.

Hungary told me all about it: apparently, since Feliciano was postponing his wedding constantly (because he was waiting for me to get engaged), and since Antonio had suddenly knocked on my boss' door with the burning question to please let him have my hand in marriage, and since the whole country was having huge economical problems (for some strange reason, I could handle the stress that came with it a lot better than my brother or Antonio), our boss had decided to kill two birds with one stone and told Hungary, Feliciano's voluntarily chosen wedding planner, to help me and Antonio with our wedding as well – by planning a shared wedding.

So that was that.

Feliciano and I were both going to get married to our lovers on the same day and all that jazz, and nothing we could do about it.

Yes. That's what Hungary wanted to "discuss" with me, although it wasn't as much discussing as it was simply telling me what to do.

And that's why she was so peeved to find out I hadn't really made any arrangements or decisions yet : Feliciano hadn't planned anything either, so that meant she had to do even more work now that Antonio and I joined the wedding-fest.

Yeah, that sucks, I guess.

But I bet it didn't suck as much as, oh, say, having nothing to say about your own fucking wedding.

'And that's where you're wrong, Romano.' Hungary said with a tssk! when I complained to her about that, '…you, Spain, Veni and Germany have a lot more to say about your wedding than you think… but I tell you more about that later, because I need Spain to be with that explanation as well.'

'Wasn't it easier to have him with this explanation as well?' I commented, raising an eyebrow.

'Yes. Certainly. But I was explicitly told to tell it to you, just you, first. Because it was quite personal information. Orders from your – and mine – boss.'

She shrugged and smiled helplessly.

'Ah… so sorry for the inconvenience, dear. But don't worry – now that you know, we can tell Spain as well!~'

I scratched myself on the head, blinking.

'God. I think I'll never understand politics. What an incomprehensible load of shit.'

'You have a point.' The Hungarian woman agreed. 'But I think politics, no matter how confusing, are still easier to understand than…'

She held her breath, creating a dramatic pause.

I rolled my eyes. 'Wait, I know this one… than a maiden's heart?'

'Yes. A maiden's heart, Roma.'

'That's just great, Hungary.'

'I know.'

'…shall we go back to Antonio now?'

'Missing his abs, aren't you.'

'Oh, shut up.'

XxX

And so, Hungary and I went back to the living room, to Antonio – who had just finished coloring a picture of a big, bright rainbow – and told him everything about the news.

I was suspecting him not to mind this at all, and, as pretty much always, I was right, because he started cooing about how cute and wonderful and adorable Feli and I would look like if we'd walk down the aisle together as two blushing bri—grooms and how thrilled he and Germany would be if they saw us like that.

'It would be fantastic, so fantastic…' Antonio sighed dreamily and winked at me. '…right, sweetie?~'

I just frowned at him and muttered something about him, being a certain kind of bastard. The tomato kind.

'You know what would even more fantastic?~' Hungary said, her eyes getting big and disturbingly sparkly.

Right.

I swiftly grabbed Antonio's arms, pushed him in front of me and shot some incredibly weary glares at the grinning Hungarian female from behind the stupefied Spaniard.

'Say anything stupid and I'll use this!'

I poked Antonio's side, who jumped up a bit in surprise.

'You'll use an attractive Spaniard! Oh my! My magical powers are useless against attractive Spaniards!' Hungary giggled and wiggled her eyebrows playfully. 'Ah, I must say I'm intrigued, Romano. Still, I wasn't going to say anything stupid, dear. Not in the least.'

Antonio blinked and rubbed his side. 'What were you going to say then, Hunga—'

'Romano…' Hungary pointed to me, her face more serious and more determined than ever, '…should wear a wedding dress.'

'A WHAT?' I hissed.

She nodded stately.' Yes. You should wear a wedding dress on your wedding day. Nothing would please my pure and innocent heart more than that.'

'You're not innocent and about as pure as my ass!' I shuddered when I realized my voice was a bit higher than usual and poked the Spaniard in front of me again. 'Antonio! You say something about it!'

'You bet I will!' He fisted his hands. 'Hungary!'

'Yes, dear?~'

'The wedding dress should be pink!'

WHAT THE-!

'Not fucking helping, Antonio!' I snarled, now stomping him.

'Ouch!' Antonio cringed a bit, giving me an unsure grin when he looked up at me again. '…b-but Lovi, you'd look so cute in a pink wedding dress… and wearing a basket with tomatoes… and flowers in your hair…'

'…you really thought this out, didn't you.'

'A-ahaha…'

'Good god.' I sighed. '…yeah, well, you would look cute if you'd marry me naked, but you don't hear me saying you should do that.'

Antonio's face lit up. '…ah, well, if that's what you want, I could do tha—'

'I WON'T FUCKING LET YOU.'

Meanwhile, Hungary made a strange, strangled noise I decided to ignore.

'Look, Antonio…' I started, hesitating for a second – since Hungary was still… being here before taking his hands in mine, '…I… I already have a few rough ideas about… our wedding.'

'Ah! You have?' Antonio asked excitedly, automatically fucking swaying our connected hands back and forth.

'Y-yes.' I swallowed – it was quite embarrassing to confess this, after all, '…I… um, I have a sketchbook with a few… suggestions, so if you'd like, I could…'

'…tell me them?~ Or show me them?~' He smiled, pulled me closer and gave me a quick peck. '…ah, that's great, Lovino! I bet your ideas and drawings are beautiful.'

'I don't kno—'

'Like you are, my love.'

I felt my cheeks getting warmer and couldn't help but letting out a short laugh.

'They're probably not as great as Feliciano's drawing would be, though.'

'Of course not.' Antonio said, stealing another kiss form me before continuing.

'…they're better.'

I…

I wanted to say something nice to him/fidget with his fingers/hug him/kiss him for a bit, since he was so sweet, so romantic, so Antonio, but was distracted from my light and fuzzy feelings when Hungary breathed out a… tad too… loudly.

'My, please don't mind me…' she whispered, licking her lips and rubbing her handkerchief against her temple, '…I'm just standing here, right here, yes, riiiiight here…'

'Okay. Um… about my ideas.' I let go of Antonio (which made the other two personifications utter a depressed "awwww…"), '…I'm going to fetch my sketchbook and… I'll show you what I have in mind. Alright?'

I looked from Hungary to Antonio and felt something rare bubbling up inside of me, something I could only describe as… bouncy anticipation.

Now, this was rare. I… I almost never felt this way – only when I was about to show others something I had made myself… something I felt pretty good about…

Antonio knew – didn't know how to hold a book, but god did he know me – and gave me an encouraging smile.

'Okay! Hungary and I will be waiting for you right here!~'

'Okay!'

I spun around and had to force myself not to make a freaking dash as I left the room.

xXx

I found my sketchbook way too quickly to my liking, what seemed to prove I took that thing out of its hiding place lots and lots of times per week, but that's not true, it's not true, I only took it out three, maybe four, five times a week. Tops.

That's not much at all, so shut up.

And fuck you.

Anyway.

After taking my sketchbook out of Antonio's study and checking if everything was still attached and ordered the way it should be attached and ordered, I quickly got my ass back to the living room, barely able to contain my nervous excitement as I entered the room again and flashed the book to Hungary and Antonio, who were just busy sipping some juice.

'Ah – you found it? Great!~'

Hungary put down her drink on the small table in front of her and patted the spot in between her and Antonio.

'Sit down, dear, and show me everything!'

Maybe it sounds weird, maybe a bit impossible, even, but I didn't hesitate at all when I walked over to her with my sketchbook and flopped down next to her – I was just that focused on… well, showing her what I got.

Got into my hands, I mean.

'I got you some tomato juice as well, Lovi!' Antonio said, pointing to the fullest glass on the table, '…since we haven't eaten anything yet, I figured it would be best to have some delicious, nutritious juice, freshly squeezed out of a big, fat tomato!~'

'T-th… thank you.' I mumbled. Thanking Antonio had never been easy for me, but now that woman was observing every single move we made, it somehow became more difficult for me.

Antonio didn't seem to have that problem, though.

'You're very welcome, my love!~'

He patted my hair and smiled fondly at me, t-to which I decided not to react.

Instead, I took a few deep, deeeeeeep breaths… and flipped open the sketchbook.

'Okay…' I started, feeling myself sweat when Hungary's hungry eyes attacked the defenseless paper, '…this… this is a bit of what I have in mind for our wedding…'

xXx

I think I already told a bit about how I wanted my and Antonio's marriage to look like, but screw that – going to tell most of it again anyway, so just suck it up.

Well.

I told/showed Hungary and Antonio that I wanted our wedding to take place in a nice, little chapel, somewhere in Madrid. It had white bricks – white fucking bricks, that's just so fucking beautiful – and a very friendly (possibly also very gay) elderly priest, who was somewhat of an old friend of Antonio and probably would be very glad to marry us.

I-I had drew a very nice picture of it and I even had reconstructed the chapel with glued-on bits of newspaper and magazine.

I had also written a small map (could come in handy if we really were going to get married in that chapel) and some corny bit of poetry next to the papery chapel since I had been in a romantic mood when making this, but I had written it down in Italian, so I could say it was part of the travelling plan.

Yes. Slyness is me.

Too bad Antonio knew a bit of Italian and started to praise me for my wonderful use of the words love, eternity, passion and sunshine, what pleased me (and Hungary) a lot more than it should have pleased me (and Hungary).

Then, I went to another page and told/showed the Hungarian and Spaniard that I wanted Antonio to be dressed in white, and me dressed in black for our wedding. Or both black. Or both white. There were quite a few of sketches of that (since it was about clothing and since I happened to be an Italian), so the possibilities were endless – as long as I didn't have to be the only one wearing white.

'Why not?' Hungary asked in response to my declaration, '…Romano, white would go great with your olive skin and slender posture! And Spain would look so manly in black…'

'Yeah, a bit too manly – everybody would start to make stupid comments on how I looked like a fine fucking bride, dammit.' I grumbled.

Antonio laughed softly to that.

'Well, it doesn't matter what they would say – dressed in white or not, you'd still be one of the grooms, Lovino. Last time I checked, you were still male, after all.'

'Last time you c-checked—' I shivered. '…god, please stop talking, y-you…'

'In that case, I suggest you both should either marry in black or white.' Hungary said, not acting like a perverted tornado for once and tapping a finger on one of the drawings, '…I mean, it wouldn't be fair to Spain if he married in white and got to be called the bride, too. Right?'

'I don't mind, really.' Antonio shrugged, "accidentally" placing a hand on my hand, the one that was lying on the seat of the couch, '…as long as it pleases Lovi, I'm fine with it.'

'N-no, she has a point…' I realized, frowning and staring at the drawing Hungary pointed to – the one with me and Antonio both dressed in black, '…maybe we both should marry in black or white.'

'I'd say black. Black's cool and manly and gorgeous.' Hungary said. 'Not that there's anything wrong with white, but that's more… feminine and… fragile.'

'You're right about that, yes.' Antonio nodded.

I smiled a bit. 'Well, glad we all agree on that. Black it is.'

Hungary's eyes grew all of a sudden and she tapped my arm. 'Ah! And maybe…maybe it's a cute idea to dress Veni and Germany in white then! Since Veni is feminine and Germany's fragile, it would look very nice on them!'

'Yes!' I said, also spreading my eyes, '…and it would make them look positively wussy when being compared to me and Antonio! Fantastic!'

Antonio grinned a bit and rolled his eyes.

'You're mean, Lovi.'

'Cunning. The word you're looking for is cunning.' I corrected him.

'Well, anyway, I'll definitely inform them later about this, oh yes, you can count on me.' the brunette promised, '…but moving on: do you have more ideas, Roma?'

What a dumb question.

Of course I had!

So I also presented her and Antonio the ideas I had for the flowers (carnations and daisies), for the catering (Italian and Spanish, naturally) and for the kind of music that should be played (same story), which all were great.

It really was a pity that, now that Feliciano and Germany were going to get married together with us, we were forced to throw in some disgusting German elements as well, but oh well – there were more important things to worry about than that.

Like our guest list. I had even already thought a bit about that.

But Hungary laughed apologetically when she read the list and gave it back to me.

'Oh dear, I'm afraid that's one of the things you haven't got anything to say about, Romano.'

'It's already decided who will come to the wedding?' I asked.

'Sort of…' she commented vaguely, '…you see, Romano, you and Spain getting married and Veni and Germany getting married… that's three nations, all three getting married at the same time. It's quite a happening, dear.'

'Weddings always are quite a happening!' Antonio said and took the guest list out of my hands, reading it.

'So… so what are you saying?' I gulped, although I think I already knew what she was going to say, '…are you saying that… that all…'

'Yes, Romano.' Hungary nodded slowly. 'Pretty much every single country should be invited to come.'

'We- we'll have to invite everyone?' I moaned. 'Oh god…'

Looks like I should forget about getting married in the quiet little chapel…

'Well, at least you should invite the whole of Europe and that noisy cutie, America. And his brother. And those other adorable kind-of relatives of England. And Japan.'

'America, Canada, Australia and New Zealand I can understand (just a bit, though), but why, why would we invite Japan!'

Hungary gave me a sweet smile.

'I'm sorry, that's classified information.'

I shuddered.

'Hungary, do the South American nations have to come as well?' Antonio suddenly asked her, looking worried, '…because I really doubt they want to come. And my own sibling's probably not going to come, either.'

'My, I don't know, actually…'

Hungary frowned and looked up, thinking of what to say. Then she beamed a confident smile at us.

'You know what, I'll contact your bosses again and I'll get to the bottom of this and I'll make sure your wedding will be planned as soon as possible. Okay?~'

She stood up from the couch and looked at the clock, frowning.

'Hmmm. I better get moving right away if I want this all to happen the way we want it to happen…'

'G-god, Hungary…' Antonio stared at her, his expression something between admiration and worry.

'Really? You sure you can do this?' I looked at her, feeling some newfound respect for Hungary now that I knew she was planning to do so much for me, Antonio and those other two losers in Germany, '…I mean, if there's something we can help you with…'

'Yes – let me borrow that sketchbook of yours.' Hungary held up her hand.

'W-why!' I stammered, gripping my book firmer.

'Because it's full of good ideas.' She smiled. 'And a lot of them are more thought-out than you think, Romano. Besides, I bet your brother will agree with pretty much all of your creative ideas, which will speed things up a bit.'

I blushed, blinking.

'Y-you think I'm creative…?'

Hungary chuckled. 'You can ask such silly things, Romano. Of course you are creative, dear!~'

Antonio laughed as well, putting his hands on my hips and kissing me on the back of my head.

'H-hey…' I struggled against his grip weakly and unsuccessfully – really, you should know this already.

'Ah, it'll take at least one more century before Lovino will finally be able to wholeheartedly believe that compliment you gave him without having doubts about it immediately afterwards, Hungary.' Antonio said and rested his chin on my shoulder. '…he tends to compare himself to Feli, every once in a while. Especially when it comes to his artistic skills.'

'W-wha… s-shut up!' I nagged, embarrassed, and tried to jab an elbow in his stomach.

'So is it okay, Romano? Can I borrow your book?'

The Hungarian woman looked at me expectantly.

'Um… yeah, okay… just don't damage it. A-and please bring it back to me safely afterwards. I… I really did my best on that thing, after all…'

I swallowed as I gave her my sketchbook.

Hungary gave me another, now reassuring smile as she took the book and pressed it to her chest protectively.

'Thank you. You won't regret it, dear. And I'll personally make sure Veni and you'll get the best wedding ever. Trust me on this one.'

I just nodded a bit – and blushed some more when Antonio gave me a soft, encouraging squeeze, wrapping his arms around my waist now.

'You heard her, Lovi. No matter what's going to happen, it's going to be great, sweetie.'

'Y-yeah.'

I smiled and relaxed a little.

'Yeah, you're right.'

XxX

'Oh! Before I leave, I still have something to say to you.'

Hungary, who Antonio and I had walked to the front door, looked at me, her eyes getting that scary, serious glint again.

'Please don't start about that maiden-shit again. I beg you.' I instantly said, wincing.

'Maiden-shit?' Antonio gave me a confused look. '…what… maiden-shit, Lovi?'

I shook my head. 'Oh, nothing – I don't get it either.'

'Oh no, it's about something else!' Hungary explained, '…about upcoming Friday!'

'Yeah – what about it?' I frowned.

She grinned broadly, opening the door.

'I'm afraid we have to postpone our lunch-appointment in Hungary for a couple of hours, dear: we're going to score some nice suits and tuxes in Italy for you and the others first, so please make sure you take Spain with you when you're coming my way!~'

'What?' Antonio said, confusedly.

'What?' I stammered as well, only more flabbergasted than just confused.

'You heard me.' Hungary winked at us. 'Got to go now!~ Lots of stuff to arrange, have to bring back that truck, have to visit Veni in Germany, have to snicker at my own perverted mind because I said Veni IN Germany, etcetera, etcetera…'

'B-but…' I stuttered.

'Ta-ta for now, dearies! Till Friday!~ Don't hump each other too much!~'

And just like that, she shut the door and went away, leaving Antonio an me with a lot of unanswered questions.

And even more unresolved sexual tension.

'Ohh, I think a little humping won't hurt anybody… right Lovi?~' Antonio lisped in my ear, the fucking second Hungary left.

Then he bit me and kept nibbling the tender skin of my ear, wh-which I… kind of allowed for a while, until I couldn't take it anymore and told him with a unsteady voice to let go of me already.

'Make me.'

He blew into my ear.

Oh god.

This was going to be an awful week, alright…