Well then... that was a long year to wait! I do apologize for not finishing the chapter sooner but I honestly lost the drive to finish it because I'm not into Hetalia as much any more. That being said I am excited for season 5, and I guess I finished this in celebration! So, yeah, here you go, the final chapter in my first Hetalia fic with chapters... At least I didn't give up on it completely!
Why didn't you tell me?"
Disappointment ran thick through China's words, as he stood in the door way of the chapel, talking directly to Hong Kong. He spoke softly but with a stern edge, just like a parent would to a child who did something they knew they shouldn't of. China's delicate features were turned into a small frown, his chocolate-brown eyes casting a hollow look right into Hong Kong's own big, dark brown orbs. That look of utter disappointment was worse than he could imagine. As a child, he was always trying to get China's approval and attention, but had learned a long time ago that he didn't need it; he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Even as the years went past, it still hurt Hong Kong to see his elder, his 'big brother' look down on him in such a way. As if he was a disobedient child in need of stern discipline.
China didn't even seem mad. He looked slightly disappointed tired and for the first time in over a hundred years, he looked old. Not the type of old that the elderly have, with weathered skin and grey receding hair. The type of old as in they've seen to much for their time and know the difference between right and wrong. They type of old that carries centuries of wisdom and knowledge. Both of which China liked to think he had, and gave him a sense of superiority.
Hong Kong really did not know how to reply to that. He couldn't just simply say to him 'Because I knew you'd stop me' or 'Just to see the look on your face when I eventually did'. No. He knew that whatever he said next would be turned againgst him, just like it always was with the older nation. It was as if everything he did was never quite good enough in his eyes. Hong Kong could always do better. He was still treated like a child after all these years.
When China said 'Why didn't you tell me?', Hong Kong could hear the underlying message within his words. Why did you do this? That was what China meant he just didn't say it. How was he supposed to answer that? 'I didn't tell you because you were going to freak out' doesn't exactly pass for a good answer. It wasn't like anything bad could go wrong, so Hong Kong took what he got and made the most of this situation.
"Did I really need a reason to? It's not like it would've changed anything." Hong Kong didn't even think twice about just letting the words pour out of his mouth. The audible tension in the room had simmered down. What he had said was true though. If he had told him of his intentions to get married, there was nothing within China's power to stop him, or anyone else's for that matter.
Now it seemed as if China was at a loss for words. There was truth in Hong Kong's words. He never really did have any intentions of preventing the inevitable. He let out a long sigh, shrugging his shoulders. Like any parental figure understood to well, it wasn't easy coming to terms with the fact that someone wasn't a child any more but it wasn't impossible either.
"You're…" China began to say, "You're right. I'm… proud of you." He spoke the truth. A truth that meant more to him than it did to Hong Kong. China thought for a moment, what do I do now? He wasn't one for awkward hugs, and neither was Hong Kong, so he settled for a soft smile.
"Well then… that was touching," Denmark said, interrupting the special moment with a lop-sided grin and sarcastic slow clapping. "Anyone care for a drink?" He said, clasping his hands together and holding up a bottle of vintage wine, the soft lights of the Chapel shimmering through the red liquid.
"I thought you'd never ask." Iceland muttered, grabbing the bottle out of Denmark's hand and taking a swig of the delicious red liquid.
"Easy there, champ. You want to remember this night, don't you?" Denmark said as he watched Iceland easily down beverage.
"How could I forget?" He said with a smirk. He tossed the bottle back to Denmark, who caught it just in time, the bottle fumbling in his hands. Iceland shrugged and left to join Hong Kong. Denmark turned to Norway, who looked proudly at his brother and his drinking skills.
"Remember when we were their age?" Denmark said, wrapping his arm around his shorter lover.
Norway cocked his head slightly, and squinted as he thought back. "Well, I remember you complaining about the cold, getting into arguments with Sweden and thinking that sheep's wool was the most amazing thing ever. Also beer. I remember beer."
"Ah, young love. Isn't it just wonderful?" Denmark replied, ignoring what Norway had said.
"It's all fun and games until someone finds a grey hair, isn't it?" Norway said with a small, devilish grin.
"It was just one hair! And it was just very, very, very light blonde!" The Dane exclaimed in a whining manner, crossing his arms in a huff.
As the night went on, so did the party. Hong Kong had managed to escape Korea's clutches and was making his way through a sea of well wishers. Taiwan had managed to get herself drunk, and was one of those people who became extremely friendly when tipsy, her arm wrapped around whichever person was closest. By the end of the night she was snuggled up to Korea, who had fallen asleep in a seemingly uncomfortable position; legs propped up on a couch with his body on the ground. By this time the other guests had either gone home with someone or were sprawled out on the floor something. As for Hong Kong and Iceland, they managed to sneak out and were standing out the front. The air was cold and fresh, causing their breathe to appear in little puffs of smoke around them. The music from inside was still blaring, but from where they were it was a pleasant muffled background noise.
They stood in a comfortable silence for a minute or so, as they usually did, until Iceland turned to Hong Kong and spoke up. "Did we just get married?" His voice was a rough, bewildered whisper, rasped from talking and drinking.
"Yes. Yes we did." Hong Kong answered, a shy smile in his voice. He stepped in closer and wrapped his arms around the others waist, pressing a soft kiss to Iceland's cool lips.
"Cool."
With that simple statement, they both knew that everything was going to be perfect. This wasn't a mistake. It was reckless and impulsive and exactly what they needed.
The end.
