Author's Note:

Annddd we got another request thing from HeartHorse11:

WOW YAY THAT MADE MY DAY OMG YAY! Now after excessive amounts of exclamation points, can you do the USUK wedding? You brought this upon yourself. Just FYI.

Yeah, I was going to hold off this one off for a later time, but some one-shot I've got planned will make more sense if I post this first. Enjoy, or something.

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"Alright, dudes, how do I look?" America said, spinning himself away from his mirror to face Japan and Canada.

America was all dressed to the nines in a black suit with a blue tie and some sort of red flower thing pinned to his chest. He was all dressed up because he was getting married today. To England. He was getting married to England. Japan was his best man and Canda was his other groomsman. England had been stuck with France as his 'maid' of honor and Spain as the other member of his 'bridal' party. England was stuck with them because nobody else would do it, and it turned out that some of the only people that England was close to were people he argued with. It had also been decided that England would be taking the role of the bride when they went to a furniture store to buy new stuff for when they moved in together more permantly and England actually knew what a duvet was. The embrodery and his other slightly feminine tedendencies had been unhelpful to any fight England had put up against his statis as 'bride'. But, since England was a stickler for tradition, he insisted on being given away, and since his mother was dead it was decided that Scotland would be giving England away. Scotland had agreed to behave himself for the day but America still didn't want imagine the sort of time England was going to have getting ready with those three circling around him. America just hoped they would go easy on him.

"You look great, America." Japan gave a respectful smile. Japan didn't smile much, but he figured that his best friend's wedding was reason enough, right? Japan actually wasn't sure, but he figured it might help ease America if he smiled a little, that was what the best man was supposed to do, right? Japan wasn't really sure of that, either, he just knew what America told him about Western weddings.

"Yeah, but we should really get your hair combed so we can go greet the guests, eh?" Canada said, lifting up the dreaded comb. America groaned.

"Alright, get it over with." America said, stepping forward and allowing the evil comb to be run through his hair, letting Canada give it a little more style. "There, now lets go wait to greet people."

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"Come on, you should wear the veil." France egged England on, lifting up a veil towards his head, only get swatted at.

"Get that bloody veil away from me!" England screeched, straitening his tie before picking up his comb to slick his hair back. (Think back to the episode were England impersonates an italian but without the curl taped to his head.)

"But I thought you wanted to be traditional, you've already refused the dress, you should at least wear the veil." Spain said, putting his hands on his hips.

"I refused the dress because I'm traditional, not a damn cross-dresser." England growled, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"Just try it on, don't be a baby." France said, forcefully putting the veil on England's head with a smirk and then poofing it up. "There! Now you look like you're getting married. Oh, you look so pretty!"

To Spain and France's surpise, the veil stayed on his head. England just sort of... looked at himself. It wasn't the only strange thing England had done today. He was much more tame today, he had only tried to strangle France once. It was starting to freak them out.

"I... Actually sort of like it. It really ties together the irony of the outfit, don't you think?" England asked, tilting his head to the side. "I still don't understand why Alfred wants me to wear white, the symbolism doesn't work for me, but this really pulls it together."

"If it is the irony that will make you keep it on, then whatever works." Spain put a happy hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you feeling okay, old friend?"

"I'm fine, just nerves I suppose." England was fiddling with his tie again. Damnit. France and Spain were worried this would happen. They knew part of their jobs as the 'brides maids' was to help out if the 'bride' was having trouble. They were just hoping everything would be fine so they avoided any uncomfortable talks. Now all they could do was hope it was something in their wheelhouse, something about love, and not some weird English thing.

"Now, now, England, we are here to help you, it doesn't do us any good for you to keep things from us. I know you've practically got China's wall built around you, but it does you no good now. Talk to us, maybe we can help." France said, putting on his friendliest face.

"It's not anything important, frog, it's just wedding day jitters. Everybody gets them, I'm no special case." England shoved off Spain's hand before continueing to fiddle with the tie.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm sure America is having no such jitters." France assured his old enemy. And he could tell from the look on the other man's face that it had worked, he'd broken through the wall. Sucker.

"You think so?"

"I know so! Nobody knows love better then me, so I know well enough to know that you and America have got the real thing here. Plus, you know America better then anyone else, so you've got to know that he does everything full speed ahead, and that he is always one hundred percent postive about everything he does... outside of war that is. He has too much confidence in himself and in you to have any regrets. He's young and stupid like that, and that's why you love him, oiu?" France brought England into an unwanted, uncomfortable one armed hug.

"Yes, I suppose it is." England nodded, then blinked, and after that blink was over it seemed like a switch was turned on in England's brain. France was shoved away in a fit. "Get your hands off me you bloody frog git!"

"Ah, there is the England I'm used to." France sighed with relief. And just when the dust settling, the doors burst open.

And there, standing in the doorway was Ireland, Northern Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, all with gaint grins on there faces. England looked at them, blinked and then promptly tried to escape out the window. He only got halfway out before his brothers pulled him back in, and hoisted him overtheir heads and carried him from the room, kicking and screaming, leaving France and Spain confused.

England's brothers carried of to the area near the where the cermony was, after making sure he would be quiet, that is. With a gag. They gagged him. When they finally sat him down, England assessed his surroundings. He looked and saw him, America, greeting the guests. England hid behind a column and removed his gag.

"You gits brought me out here just to see my future husband?" England hissed, trying to glare at them, but quickly lossing focus and peeking at America, who was greeting one his states.

"You haven't seen him since yesterday, right? When figured you might be missing him." Scotland gave his brother a rough pat on his back. "We may hate your slimey guts, but today is your wedding day. We can behave ourselves."

"Was the abduction really nessasary?" England sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Just keeping you on your toes, laddy." Ireland grinned.

"Of course." He grumbled, resolutely staring at his America.

"Don't be such a grumpy gus, England." Wales said, trying to cheer his brother up. "It's your wedding day. Mom wouldn't want you to frown on your wedding day."

"You know full well I wouldn't know anything about what Mom would want! I barely knew the woman." England was fiddling with his tie again. "And given the time she was from, I doubt she'd support me marrying a man."

"Details, details, wipe that scowl off your damn face." Scotland rolled his eyes. "I'll never understand why someone as chipper as America would end up with someone like you."

"Maybe it's because we love eachother?" Even though it was a true statement, England said it with a sarcastic tone. His eyes then trained themselves onto America again. A smile graced his lips when he saw who he was greeting. "Oi, Maryland and Virgina brought little D.C.! I hope he behaves though the whole thing. Adorable little thing."

"Who brought what?"

"America's states, Maryland and Virgina, they have joint custody of the district that his capital is in. That's the little tike that America is giving razzberries to." England said, pionting to his love, who was showering his littlest child with affection. "He's a cute little git, he is. One time we had to babysit him. It was a delight, he's such a well behaved child. He fell asleep between America and I in bed, he gripped tight to America all night."

"He looks like a cute little bugger." Wales said, tilting his head.

"He is, and America loves him. He loves all his states, they are like his kids."

"So... you are going to be step-father to over fifty kids?" England could hear the smirk in Scotlands voice, he hated his brother so much...

"It's not like that! They are all very independent. They live on their own, even the smaller ones."

"Doesn't make you any less their step-father."

"Shut up."

"Alright, let's get you back to your chambers, you need finish getting ready."

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Everyone was seated, nations, states, and important political figures that had been invited. America was standing at the front with the Justice of the Peace, his regular goofball smile on his face. He was very clearly excited. Germany, who was at the back, controling the activities, signaled the music to start and the wedding began. First came Canada and Spain, Canada in a regular suit, matching America's, and Spain was in a bright red suit with a florencent pink button up underneath. England, out of both tradition and spite, decided to have his wedding party wear ridiculous colors. Just his luck that the bastards loved it. Damn.

Canada and Spain took their places up on the stage and then France and Japan made their way down. America's heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was going to get married, England was about to walk down the aisle. This was it.

The music changed, the piano stopped and a bass guitar started to play 'here comes the bride'. America gave a smile at that, he was glad Germany had allowed that. He was sure England loved it. And then England stepped out, his brother next to him, both looking very serious. England looked beautiful, he was in white, and he actually had the veil on! America was hoping that he would opt for the veil, the irony was halarious, even to America, and England looked so nice in a veil. Adorable, even. It seemed like time was moving slower, and America wished it would speed back up so England would be up here and also so he could breath again.

But it seemed like just as soon as time had slowed, it was going too fast and suddenly England was right there. They were standing at the altar, they were about to get married. Holy Shit. This was happening. Woah, England looked nice... It was the veil, the sun was through the veil and making England look all glittery and awesome. He could just kiss...

America then realized that the justice was clearing his throat to get his attention.

"Oh? What- right, yes, lets get started." America chuckled sheepishly when he realized he had zoned out staring at England's face. Opps. England rolled his eyes.

The wedding went on smoothly from there, there were readings, symbolic thingies. And Then came the vows.

"Do you, Alfred F. Jones, take his man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?"

"I do." America said with the upmost confidence, letting the ring get slipped onto his finger.

"And do you, Arthur Kirkland, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?"

"I do." And his ring was slipped on as well.

"Now, by the powers invested in me by God and the state of Virgina, I now pronounce you man and husband. You may kiss your husband."

The ground would have had to literally spit them apart to keep this two from kissing each other. They kissed, people clapped, and then to the suprise of everybody in attendence, America lifted England up from his feet and carried him bridal style, and completely booked it down the aisle.

"See you dudes at the reception!" America laughed as he reached the end of the aisle, but he wasn't stopping.

"Let go of me, you git!" America did no such thing. The pair disappeared off somewhere, most assumed to consumate the marriage.

AN:

So this happened. There is probably goig to be an influx of non-request chapters, because I'm running dry on requests and have a build up of ideas. I've got or two USUK chapter things planned and that will be that for the shipping madness... Unless you guys request for me to write something involving a ship and I agree to it. So yeah. Hope you guys like it.

And seriously, dudes, leave a review or a PM or something, tell what you think. Did you like it? I'm not a mind reader. XD