Based on your votes, this is what will happen:

1. Heracles/Kiku has been added. I can't believe I forgot about this couple, especially since I support them.

2. This was a tough one. Many of you wanted Francis to become part of a love triangle with Alfred and Arthur, and some wanted Kiku to become part of a triangle. Unfortunately, I have to agree with one reader that told me to avoid love triangles in this story. Alfred and Arthur are already having enough problems as it is, that and they're already realizing their feelings a bit. However, if you REALLY want a love triangle story involving Alfred, Arthur, and Kiku or Francis, leave a message on my profile. I'll gladly accept requests. :)

3. Lastly, some of you reminded me that I have barely included any time for the other couples. Which is why this chapter does not contain Alfred or Arthur until the end. What happens in this chapter is going on at the same time, pretty much.

Thank you for your ideas and comments. Now, onto the story! :)

"Have you heard about Antonio and Romano? They're getting married in a few months," Heracle said simply. A dark brown tabby cat rested on the Greek's lap, softly purring with content as Heracles petted it lovingly. "Yes, I have. They announced it when I was visiting Arthur-san in the hospital a few weeks ago," Kiku replied in an equally simple voice. The two were sitting on the old, chipped, and worn out steps of Athens. "So," Heracles asked, "Will you attend?"

"I have been invited, so I must, I suppose."

Their relationship was very simple; few words were spoken between the two, even though there were many things left unsaid. Silence filled the small gap between the two. Francis would have laughed if he knew of their secret relationship. There was nothing going on, really. They would always sit together in silence, glancing at each other for a few moments while having short and quiet conversations. Of course...there was that one single time when they slept together, but they never spoke of it. It was strange to Kiku. That was his first time, so he did not know what was supposed to happen AFTER they did it. Were they supposed to do that more often? Or do what they were currently doing, which was sitting around quietly? "Heracles-san, a few months ago, we..." Kiku paused to blush. "....we had it. But, I was wondering...what do you usually do after?"

Heracles looked at Kiku in slight surprise, then sighed, "Don't know. It depends on who you did it with."

"So...are we suppose to pretend like nothing happened?"

Heracle scooted close to Kiku. "It did happen, though. Right?" Kiku blushed again, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. "Well, it did, but is there a specific thing to do after a while? Any kind of ritual or something?"

The Greek shrugged. "Do it again?"

Kiku yelped in surprise. "W-What!? We must?! Are you certain!?" Heracle smiled a bit and place an arm around the Japanese man. "Only if you want to, Kiku." Kiku calmed himself down, gulping as he prepared for his next question.

"Um, H-Heracles-san...I was wondering...would you accompany me to Antonio-san's and Romano-san's wedding?" Kiku said this with a bit of boldness in his voice. Heracles blinked in surprise, then nodded silently. "I would like that very much, Kiku."

The two sat together in silence once more, but this time, they were smiling.

"Kumakichi, aren't you glad that our home is fixed up?"

"My name is Kumajiro. Who are you?"

"Matthew....Canada."

Those weeks at Alfred's house weren't so bad, despite the fact that Alfred practically attacked him every morning when he couldn't remember who Matthew was. But, even so, it was always nice to spend time with Alfred. "Ah! Home sweet home!" Matthew exclaimed. They finally reached his house, which looked even cozier than ever after his long absence. After reading the note the contractor left, Matthew let Kumajiro walk off to the TV, and then he started going through the kitchen. There wasn't much left in the kitchen. Just a few cereals, canned foods, and some nearly-expired milk.

Matthew turned to go look in the pantry, only to find a bag on the counter.

Hot Stuff: Adult Store

Inside the bag was nothing disgusting or perverted. It just contained a bottle of champagne (Although, Matthew was suspicious of what was in the champagne)He didn't need to be told whose bag it was. The Canadian looked around nervously. "F-Francis? A-A-A-Are you here?"

Silence.

It was time to form Operation: Search and Find the French Pervert! Matthew frowned a little and began wandering around his house, looking for Francis. Where could he be hiding? He checked the bedroom (in case Francis was planning.....you know), the garage, the laundry room, and every other room in the house. Where was that French maniac!? Matthew sighed heavily, leaning against the hallway closet. It was at that moment when the closet door suddenly burst open, and two strong hands yanked the Canadian inside. "GYAH! FRANCIS!!!?" Matthew yelped in surprise. The Frenchman grinned evilly. "I'm sorry I was late, I had a little argument with your brother, Alfred." Matthew trembled a bit, embarrassed and scared. "F-Francis..how about letting me out of here....please?" He was answered with an evil French laugh and Francis stroking his cheek lovingly. "You're too coy, Matthew. Just like Arthur..."

Matthew blinked in surprise, thinking about what Francis just said. He pulled out of the Frenchman's grasp. "W-What do you mean!? You w-w-weren't d-doing what I think you were...were you?" Francis laughed heartily in reply, "Ah, you misunderstand. Today, your brother did something very scandalous to Arthur, and Arthur got embarrassed and pushed him off. I snapped at him a bit though."

"For what? Jumping Arthur?"

"No, no. I was just reminding him of how cruel life can be. That Revolution of his really did damage Arthur, even I was amazed at how zoned out he was. I just told Alfred that Arthur may not be willing to love him so quickly, that is all. Of course, I paid the price for my little speech." Francis pointed at his nose, which was a bit bruised from the American's punch. Matthew chuckled a bit, lowering his guard. Was it wise to lower your guard around Francis? No. You would have to be either incredibly stupid or too easygoing. Francis' eyes almost seemed to be filled with some unknown, evil, and red light... Matthew paled.

"W-Wait am-m-m-minute, not in--GAH! WAIT! NOT I-I-I-IN HERE!!! GYAAAHH! HEY! W-WOULD YOU LISTEN!? GAAAAAAHHH!"

In the TV room, Kumajiro tilted his head in curiosity as he heard Matthew's screams fill the air.

"Who is that...?"

"Ah, Feliciano! Ludwig! I'm glad you came to help me out," Antonio said with his usual smile. Feliciano waved at the Spaniard with a cute expression on his face. "Where's Romano? Ve?"

Antonio frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "Hmm....I think he went out to organize somethings. I can't really recall what he was going to organize for the wedding, but I think it was important. Food...? Hm. Anyways, here's what I need your help with." The Spaniard led them around his house to his backyard. There were already some wedding decorations being set up (the altar was being built, light drawings in the ground for where to place what, etc.). "You're already setting it up? You have two months still, and you only proposed a few weeks ago," Ludwig commented. Antonio ignored the comment and dragged them both to where the altar was almost finished. "Aha! Stand up on the altar, will you? I need to see if its in a good position before we finalize it. 'Kay? Here, you two stand like you're the ones being married." Feliciano happily obliged, already standing in position on the altar. "Ve! Ludwig, its like we're being married! Ve!"

Ludwig turned a deep shade of red, almost redder than Antonio's tomatoes.

"D-Don't say such things, Feliciano," Ludwig muttered. He hopped up onto the stage and stood in position, facing the Italian with a not-so-straight face. "Ah, hold up, let me back up a bit..." Antonio muttered as he scooted back. "Yeah, this is a good angle. .....Say, move a little closer, will you? I just need to know if the altar will look any better depending on where we stand."

Feliciano, with a cheery smile, jumped closer to the German. "F-Feliciano, that's too close...!" The Italian was almost leaning against the German. "Isn't this fun, Ludwig? It feels like we're getting married, right? Right?" Innocent, or not so innocent, Feliciano kept babbling about a pretend marriage with Ludwig, and how fun it would be. The German's eye twitched in embarrassment, knowing that Antonio was happily watching it all. "A-Aah, Antonio! You finished yet!?"

"..hm? Oh! Oh, yeah! Ahahaha, sorry. You were both so cute, I couldn't help but space out!"

"Ve! You hear that, Ludwig? We're cute! Ahehehe!"

How could someone say that and sound innocent!? It was amazing, really, what the Italian could get away with. He could yell out the dirtiest phrase ever in public, and people wouldn't care! Despite how embarrassed the German was, he did not move from his spot. The same went for the oblivious Italian. And the Spaniard merely watched with a gleeful smile.

"Hey! Antonio, where the hell are y--WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!?? FELICIANO IS MARRYING THE POTATO FREAK!!!???" Romano had walked in on the moment, staring in horror as his brother stood up on the altar with Ludwig. Ludwig turned deep, deep, DEEP, red. "A-Ahh! It isn't w-what you think!" Ludwig desperately tried to explain.

"AND YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED ON OUR WEDDING ALTAR!!???? FUCK YOU!!!!"

"Lovi, my love, calm down! No, wait a minute! Put down that vase! That's really old! Lovi!!!"

Arthur sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at his feet.

Fucking git probably just did it to piss me off. Like hell he'd actually love me or anything...if anything, he probably despises me. The Englishman's eyes were downcast. What Alfred had done, with the scars and all, just hurt Arthur more than anything. Yes, he enjoyed it a lot. If Alfred actually did love him, he'd urge him to continue, and maybe even do it back to Alfred. But to have him kiss him in such a way when he clearly did NOT love him just killed Arthur inside. He felt stupid. Embarrassed. Angry. But above all, he was sad.

Alfred....

This game was tearing him apart. He couldn't stand it. To see Alfred, smiling and laughing, each day made Arthur feel worse. He would gladly give his all to be with the American but.... it wouldn't work.

Maybe its best if I don't talk to him anymore outside of meetings and politics....and if I stop spending free time with him.... It will hurt me deeply but, its the only way out of this hell.

Arthur closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Forgive me, Alfred.

Not my best chapter in the story.... -_-

Nothing really happened for Feliciano and Ludwig, just embarrassment and a pretend wedding. i'll put in some more moments for the supporting couples later.

Poor Canada.... France was very evil, wasn't he? France is in the closet (Boy howdy, that sure does sound messed up. XD he's already out of the closet! He's dating our favorite Canadian!)

Let's see.....oh yes. In case you didn't read my note at the beginning (shame on you!!!), I am not including any love triangles. But if you really want one that badly from me, I'll write one of you ask for it.

Anyways, I want to thank all of you that like the story and have left your reviews. That and added this story to their favorites. You guys are so awesome.

They're dubbing Hetalia... 0_0....The end is near, my friends. There will be crappy voice actors.....there will.