A/N: Yo.
Well, this chapter is one that Princess of preposterous has been waiting for since Scotland was introduced and was forced into a marriage with Netherlands.
It's the wedding chapter.
There will be perspective changes and timeskips, and since I don't know much about weddings so there will be mistakes.
Lastly, I have a challenge for you. Go out and find a flag of a male country. (I'm assuming my readers that read this far are strait women, or gay men) Look at the flag for as long as you can before giggling, laughing, or imagining the super sexy man making out with you. I lasted about two and a half minutes before I imagined Scotland coming up and snogging me.
Let's start off with Netherlands' perspective for the chapter.
I looked up at Canada, who was taking something out of the oven. It smelled absolutely heavenly.
"What is that?" I asked. He looked up at me. I was holding my bag that Cyprus packed for me. It apparently had everything I needed for the wedding day. I didn't want to look inside.
"Hash brownies." He said nonchalantly. I blinked, multiple times, trying to figure out why Canada was making that. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked and set the pan on the windowsill to cool. I shook my head and rested my bag by the door. I wanted to stick around, but Cyprus practically dragged me out of the door.
I'd called Tara to tell her that I needed her back for about a week and a half. She had said she'd be over right away.
Cyprus threw my bags into the waiting taxi. She said we were going to Limburg. Vaals to be exact. I sighed as I sat down, knowing it would be a long day.
In some odd amount of time, I was tugged out of the car and over a long road to a church.
When we were inside, I looked around at the beautiful religious art. I wanted to stop to look at it all, but Cyprus had a firm grip on my arm.
She said that there was a superstition about if the husband sees the wife on the wedding day before she walks down the isle, something bad will happen. I didn't care though.
She quickly talked to the Father and he led us out to a small square house separate from the church. I didn't pay attention to either as I flopped onto the bed. I buried my face in the sheets, my only thought was of America.
I wondered where he was, and if he was OK. I quickly remembered the image of a bloodied up America in a t-shirt and jeans. A gray t-shirt, what I had only realized then.
The shirt America was wearing the day he disappeared. And yes, it did have a witty saying on it. "You want to play Final Fantasy XXX with me?" was what it said. And it seemed like there was that saying on the shirt in my dream.
That meant he was being tortured.
I quickly came back to the conscious world when two arms wrapped around my shoulders. I pushed the person away and rolled onto the ground.
"Denmark! Let go of me!" I said angrily. He pouted at me sadly and held out a plastic bag. I looked down at it and scanned the Dutch, German, and Swiss foods. I hugged him quickly and dug out the ice cream and Swiss chocolate.
One night of pigging out won't hurt. I thought. Will it?
"I can't believe I'm not one of your bridesmaids!" Denmark whined. "I would have worn the dress." He said and pouted again. I spit out some of the soda I was drinking in surprise. "It's true, I totally would wear a dress."
"I'm sure you would." I sighed and looked up at the clock. I also looked over at my scythe, which was laying against the bed post. "Den-den, it's time for me to go to bed." I said quickly. He got up, stuffed one last piece of chocolate in his mouth and pulled on his coat.
He crouched down to my level while I was still sitting on the bed.
"Try and get some sleep." He said like the old viking I only remembered a few days ago. "I know that you haven't been sleeping, or eating. Do both and I'll see you tomorrow." He poked the tip of my nose. He kissed my forehead and quickly slipped out the door.
Cyprus was already passed out drunk on the cot a Father had brought in for her. I sighed and finished throwing away the food scraps. I brushed my teeth, took my medication, and finally slipped into the unfamiliar bed.
I stared at the ceiling, and quickly fell asleep.
I laid on a bed. One that was soaking wet. I stared at the blood spattered across the ceiling in terror and felt my hand clench around the knife I had only loosely gripped before. I finally smelled the blood I was laying on and swallowed thickly. This much blood set me off, so I knew I never could be around it in these quantities. I slowly turned my head and looked at the door. It swung open, as if it were inviting me to leave the room. I slowly stood up, feeling the cold blood run down my neck and onto my bare back. The back of my shirt was torn away in jagged pieces, and the only thing that kept my chest from falling out was the dried and fresh blood plastering the cloth to my skin. I felt the blood running down my cheek and I blinked rapidly. I looked into the mirror next to the door and saw someone I haven't seen for decades. I saw myself, with my hair cut ragged and unevenly so it slanted downwards, with one end landing at my shoulder and the other near my earlobe. The blood dripped down my face and down my chin. I looked farther down and saw the torn up pants and bruised feet. I looked down at my scarred hands, one holding a knife, the other, something much worse. It was a collection of body parts. I saw an ear, a finger, an eyeball, and a large piece of skin in the bloody stew. But the the thing that scared me the most was something I've only had in my hand twice before.
It was a human heart.
I quickly dropped it and listened to the soft thunk of it on the ground. I also heard the other pieces of humans fall to the ground. I looked at the floor, practically painted with blood. I saw hands and feet strewn across it, as well as a few lungs, a complete liver, four pieces of different brains, and even a head. I stared around at them all and looked to the door before it slammed shut loudly. I looked back down at the appendages and turned around to see a wardrobe that wasn't there when I was first in the room. I opened it out of curiosity and immediately wished I hadn't. Laying on the dark wood were three hearts, but there was something different about them. They were all still moving. My breath hitched in my throat when I looked farther back. There was a jar of the same thick red liquid that was drenching to room and myself. I heard a loud creak so I nervously looked around. I froze in sheer terror as I saw the severed head's eyes open. They weren't like that before. I looked at the rest of the fleshy bits strewn on the floor and saw that they were all inching their way to me. The skulls on the bed were even moving, trying to look at me with unseeing eyes. I turned back around, hoping to climb into the wardrobe to get away from the severed humans, but when I set my foot on the lighter wood, something stirred in the back. I stopped, staring deeply into the back, where I saw a body hanging by the skin of it's shoulders. It unstuck itself and started walking shakily. I blinked as it came into sight. I saw that there was a bloody hole where his heart was supposed to be. I looked up at his face. It was Spain.
"This is all the pain you ensued in your life as the Netherlands. Look around at what you've done." He said. I noticed he was also holding the jar of blood. I looked around at the floor and noticed there was at least triple of what there was before, as well as more blood pouring in from the window and through the outline of the door. It was also swelling up from the floor boards and flowing out of the wardrobe. "Sickening, isn't it?" He asked, obviously mocking me. He strode towards me and grasped my wrists behind my back and spun me around. "Now take some of the pain you dealt." He shouted and tipped the blood into my mouth. It had the metallic taste again.
"No!" I screamed and felt the blood pour over my face coldly. I was about to throw up from the exact same smell and taste overloading my senses.
"Yes! You've already drank this once, haven't you?" He asked sinisterly and forced the sickeningly sweet liquid down my throat. When he let me go I fell to the ground, gagging on the idea of what I'd just done. "You see! You cause so much pain to others you fail to realize what it does to you." He shouted and laughed. The hands finally got hold of me and forced my face down into the growing pool of blood to drown me.
I started coughing up the blood that I really didn't have in my stomach as I sprung off the bed. I ran to the bathroom and vomited all of the contents of my stomach, to see no red.
I panted as I sat against the wall. Cyprus came and sat down next to me.
"What was it about?" She asked.
"P-pain. Pain and death." I stuttered out. She heard my fear in my trembling voice and wrapped her arms around me.
I refused to cry. She was one person who I refused to cry in front of. I was the older sister in our relationship, and there was no way that I'd let the tears fall down my cheeks.
"It's alright sweetie." She whispered into the top of my head.
"Psyche." I whispered shakily. "I think I'm going insane."
"No!" She said and looked me dead in the eye. "You will never be insane. You are my sister, and I couldn't imagine a world without you, now that I've been living with you for the past month." I looked up at her sadly. "You've protected me, you've made me laugh, you've let me know that you can love people outside of what I knew." She shook me softly. "And if you can do all of that, insane my ass."
"Thanks, but I still-" I started, but she interrupted me.
"No. No buts no ifs and no maybes. You are my favorite country, and there's no other way about it. I know insane, and you aren't it." She said and hugged me again.
I smiled weakly and let her help me up. I walked into the main room with her.
"Will you tell me about it?" She asked. I told her everything, from the details of the skulls and the fact that the blood was cold.
"And then I woke up." I finished. She nodded, deeply in thought. "But I do have one last thought about that dream." I sighed. "Why the hell couldn't Narnia have been in the wardrobe?" She burst out laughing at that.
"That sounds like one of my dreams." She said after she finished laughing. We both looked out the window and saw the sun was fully risen. "Looks like it's time to start getting ready.
ΞΞΞTIMESKIPΞΞΞ
I sprayed the whip cream in my mouth and stared in the mirror. It wasn't the me I was used to seeing. It was a me that looked bright and awake and happy.
The makeup concealed the bags under my eyes and my sickly looking skin. Slovakia had come in at one point and started fixing my make up.
I felt as if I was going to die on the inside. I was only faintly holding back tears. I choked them down and forced on my happy face that I knew no one would believe. I looked up when Ireland walked through the door.
"Are you guys good?" He asked vaguely to the three females in the room. Cyprus and Slovakia both turned to face him while I only stared at him through the mirror. While the other two agreed happily I shook my head in the slightest, and watched him immediately look the smallest bit less happy. "Australia needs the ring." He sighed and I handed it to him with trembling fingers.
He nodded and gracefully left.
I started coughing again, knowing I'd caught something. I wasn't vomiting blue, and I was feeling any pain above my eyebrows, so I was good.
I was about to rub my eyes when Slovakia and Cyprus grabbed both of my wrists at the same time. I sighed, knowing what they were yelling at me about.
I picked up my pipe and lit it so I could take a long drag on it. When I exhaled, I stared at the image of the transformed me gravely.
Come on Netherlands, I thought, It's only a few hours that you need to put on a happy face for. Who cares if America's not here, I am an independent nation and I don't need him to lean on.
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Half an hour. That all I had as an unmarried woman. I stared out at Leon and Cyprus' horse, Dannatoth. I swallowed thickly and looked at myself in the mirror again.
I couldn't stop looking at the familiar stranger. It wasn't out of amazement, it was of terror. I couldn't find Netherlands in it all. It was as if someone had painted over my identity and replaced it with something completely fake.
"Dit ben ik niet." I mumbled. I watched Cyprus quickly stride back in in her bridesmaid dress. She helped me into the heavy Ukrainian dress and zipped it up. I squirmed slightly and twisted the cross around my neck.
I looked over at Cyprus' neck. A turquoise orb hung there on a sterling silver chain.
"Who gave you that?" I asked, mocking her.
"Romano." She said, embarrassed. I smiled, knowing he'd worked up the courage to do something.
I looked back at the room. My scythe sat against the wall, my bag hung off my chair as did my coat and scarf. My pills were in my bag and most of my drugs were too. Tara was at my house with Gunner, Alta and Twelve.
I didn't know why, but it felt like something bad was going to happen.
I turned to pull out a cigarette, quickly smoke it, and washed out my mouth with mouthwash. I heard the bell of the church ring and quickly grabbed my bouquet of white roses France forced on me.
When I approached the doors I took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure if I can walk down this isle and give myself away like this." I breathed to myself, and stepped inside anyway.
ЖЖЖSCOTLAND'S POVЖЖЖ
I stood, waiting. I was obviously nervous because of her habit of running off.
Oh god, I thought. I hope this doesn't turn out like that Katy Perry music video.
I swallowed hard when I heard the church go silent and watched the doors. When she walked in, I was stunned.
Her hair was done up so it fell off her head like a waterfall of snow. Small crystals decorated it all, making it seem like it was made out of diamonds. Blue and red roses were pinned in her hair around the clip that held up the hair.
I looked down at the dress, wondering how much it cost. I examined the dress closely and stared at the lace and the silk rose on her left hip. She wore gloves to cover up her scarring. I could still see the darkened skin licking up, past her elbow.
She walked up to me and smiled, but I saw through it.
The makeup made it so you couldn't see the bags, but I could tell they were there. The silver makeup around her eyes made it so her eyes didn't look as half-lidded as they probably were.
She smiled weakly up at the Father, who smiled right back.
"We gather here today-"
Let the torture commence.
ЖЖЖAMERICA'S POVЖЖЖ
"We gather here today-" At those words, I knew where I was.
I was in the basement of the church, listening to Scotland and Netherlands getting married. I felt another tear slip down my cheek, knowing I could do nothing about it. I started coughing again, because I hadn't eaten anything for the last stretch of time. I didn't even know what day it was.
I lifted my head because I thought I heard something, but it was only the ceremony upstairs.
I stared blindly around the room, trying to see through the black cloth that was wrapped around my eyes.
"Save me." I croaked lowly and only wished that I would just die before I had to endure any more of this.
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ЖЖЖNETHERLANDS' POVЖЖЖ
I was daydreaming through most of what the Father said. Scotland hit me on the shoulder to get my attention. He looked at me sternly and mouthed, "Vows?" I was shocked and blinked a few times.
"Oh! This is where we tell each other how much we supposedly love each other, right?" I asked, loud enough for it to ring through the entire church. I heard a few of the countries start snickering. "Sorry, go on."
"Alright." Scotland sighed. "Since we met, I always was interested in you. You literally popped up in my dreams. I only realized just realized that I loved you, and when I told you, your nasty little habit of running away caught up with you." He chuckled and took my hand to slip my ring onto my finger. "But I'll tell you right now, that I don't care if you run away from any type of decision, I still will love you."
I swallowed hard and exhaled. I took the ring from Australia and took Scotland's hand.
"I'm not sure if I'll give you undying love until the end, because that's really far off, but I'll try to give you my love until I can't anymore. You can be stubborn, and obnoxious, and a little creepy at times, but I'll love you all the same." I finished and saw him smile.
I looked back up at the Father and smiled, completely ignoring him up until he started saying something that would interest me.
"-speak now or forever hold your peace." He said and I waited, just waited, for America to come bursting through the doors screaming "I object!" but it didn't come. My heart dropped and I looked back. "Do you, Cyn Riddel, take this woman to your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"Do you, Spelletje Vos, take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband?" I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I choked on my words until I found them again.
"I do." I croaked hoarsely.
"By the power bested in me, I now pronounce you to be man and wife." He said and looked at us both. "You may now kiss the bride."
I looked up at Scotland, who looked down at me sweetly before kissing me.
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I'd finished eating and I was chatting with England over something completely irrelevant. I had gotten used to the fact that I was married, and decided to roll with it, no matter how sick felt.
I felt a hand grasp mine, and I resisted the urge to break it. I turned to see Scotland.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked. I forced myself to nod and smile until he led me out into the center of the floor. "What's wrong?" I paused before answering.
"I wanted America to be here." I muttered. "I even asked him to walk me down the isle."
"Well, he's probably too embarrassed to come. He saw how well we clicked and he just ran. That just proves that he doesn't love you enough to come and show his face." Scotland sighed. I nodded and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry I didn't love you before." I sighed quietly. He looked at me, shocked.
"Does that mean you love me n-" I cut him off.
"Maybe." I said, smirking. My lips finally touched his and I was instantly elated.
"YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! ! !"
My gaze shot to a part in the crowd to see him. Alfred Fucking Jones. Covered in blood and bruises, but he was there.
And then the room exploded in gunshots and screams.
A/N: Translation:
Dit ben ik niet.:: This isn't me ::Dutch
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