June 8, 1867
He didn't expect this. He didn't expect to be married. To a special girl. His boss broke the news just hours before He was being fitted into his suit. Now he is there, standing at a little alter. It was just him, his boss,
Hungary's boss, and soon to be Hungary when she walks down the aisle.
It began. Though no music. He saw her, a little bouquet in hand while her head didn't even look up to see him, her "one hour fiancé". The two stood at the altar. He was taken aback by her beauty. He didn't expect brides to be so beautiful until now. It began, like a declaration of war, there is no going back. They said their vows and repeated what the bishop said.
Time seemed to go by so slowly. Minutes froze and hours seemed to just walk by at a slow pace. The two, now married, countries were in their room. Hungary, or Elizabeta, was getting out of her gown while her husband was turned away from her. Yes they were married but he still didn't want to seem like a pervert. She got dressed in her nightgown, she was exhausted. Her hair was teased and she had to wear those damned high heels. She wasn't used to this, and it shows. Austria started to get undressed from the suit he wore.
"You know, I think married life would be worth it. Don't you think so Austria?" She asked, her back turned to him. Like what he did to her over thirty minutes ago. "Ja, I do believe so." He said. He knew how marriages would last. He can't seem to make one stay. His boss or his spouse's boss got in the way. His boss usually makes him marry others to solve tension. He came close to marrying France, which he is now thankful that he didn't.
"We've known eachother since we were little so it wouldn't be hard to interact with each other under the same roof." The optimistic newly-wedded wife said. In response, he nodded. They both were tired, it was a long day after all. He got undressed, and he slipped into his nightwear.
He took his glasses off and let his hair get messy. His hair wasn't naturally curly, it was usually straight,though no one seems to mind. Elizabeta took the flower out of her hair and laid it on the nightstand. They both layed down, snuggling up underneath the covers. She was instantly out like a light. He looked at her and smiled softly, he kissed her head and brushed the hair out of her face. "Guten Nacht, liebe." He said before falling asleep himself.
The next few days were somewhat awkward. Roderich always knew Elizabeta as the kid who could defeat anyone if she was dedicated enough. With her history, that seems to be prevalent. Roderich got beaten by her a couple of times, but never remained bitter about it. They both were tiny after all, so they really couldn't be bitter about it now. Funny thing, she actually worked for him way back, they both raised Italy but under one country. Elizabeta was once under his control, and now here she is being his Commonwealth should be a booster for both countries, raising their economies and land was good for both.
Though their duties as countries never went away. Roderich continued his piano praticies after doing paperwork and the occasional military duties. With Elizabeta, she did what housewives at the time did with the exception of raising a baby. She still had her military and givernment work as well. Making it a bit difficult to get it done in one day. The two lived in a good house that was near the palace in Austria's capital. Not everyone in Austria-Hungary knew that their country was personified, so a secret was kept usually. The two hoped for a bright future, one that will have only love.