I don't know how weddings work, so this will end badly.

Disclaimed.

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Day 26: Getting married.

Kiku was playing with a bit of string, something very rare for the quiet nation. Well, getting married was an excellent reason to be nervous, and Kiku had to keep his hands busy when he was nervous. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.

The fact that he'd allowed Hungary and France to talk him into wearing a dress didn't help.

"I will look awful," he complained for the seventeenth time. "Men don't wear dresses, except Poland-chan, and that's different."

"What about the incident three weeks ago?" Francis asked. "I remember you were wearing a dress then."

Kiku thought about this for a minute. "You drugged me. It doesn't count."

"I drugged half the world, mon cher."

Hungary sighed contentedly. "Remind me to show you the pictures later."

Later. Right. "I think I should get ready now," Kiku decided uncertainly. "I mean… I can't be late to my own wedding…"

His friends both nodded in agreement. "Besides," Francis added, "I want to see you wearing a dress."

"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Kiku muttered, staring distastefully at the white dress.

"Neither can we!" Elizabeta laughed.

The Japanese sighed, pulling the dress off its hanger.

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Lukas straightened his tie, checking his reflection in the mirror and fixing his cross clip. "How do I look?" he asked anxiously, turning to Emil.

The Icelander rolled his eyes. "You look fine. Just like the last fifteen times you asked."

"I just want to make sure. You'll feel the same when Hong Kong stops beating around the bush and proposes."

Emil blushed. "He's not going to-"

Lukas chuckled. "Yes, he is. Kiku called it. I swear, he's like a little matchmaker." He frowned, turning back to the mirror. "I just want to make sure this goes perfectly."

"OCD much?" Emil muttered. "I'm gonna go see how China's doing with the catering." He left, pausing to shoot his brother an encouraging smile. "It'll be fine. Stop worrying so much!"

"Big brother."

"Ruining the moment, Lukas."

They shared a quick smile, then Emil left.

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Lukas coughed, eyes spinning over the chapel. Where was he? Well, the ceremony had only started a minute ago, but still…

Emil elbowed him in the ribs, nodding in the direction of the door. Where-

Well. Hot damn.

Kiku should wear dresses more often.

His fiancé was wearing a white floor-length wedding gown with the veil pulled over his face, concealing his dark eyes and blush. China held his arm, gently leading the younger nation down the aisle. Lovino and Gilbert, in the front row, whistled. But that was just their style, so Lukas thought nothing of it.

Kiku halted at the altar, smiling shyly. "I look ridiculous, don't I."

"Kiku, you look amazing." Lukas smirked at him. "Remind me to get you in dresses more often."

"Never going to happen." Kiku turned to the altar, normally calm eyes wide and nervous. Lukas took his hand and squeezed it.

"Let's begin."

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"You may now kiss the groom."

Now that was the line Lukas had been waiting for. He tugged back the veil, pulling Kiku towards him and pressing their lips together. There followed the usual whistles and catcalls. Kiku just smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his husband's neck.

"I do," he murmured once more.

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Such shit, wow. School is sapping my creative energy.

Next up: On one of their birthdays.

See ya~!

-Bird