Love
The most powerful feeling a human can have.
The ultimate joy in life.
The funniest thing to ever happen.
Romano paced back and forth in Antonio's living room, the coattails of his black tuxedo with every swift turn. The wedding would begin in about thirty minutes, right in the courtyard of his beloved Spaniard. "Oh damn," Romano muttered, "Everyone I know is out there, and they'll be staring too. Oh fuck, this is going to be so embarrassing!" He growled in frustration as he glanced in the mirror for the twelfth time, hoping he looked alright. Did his hair, especially the one 'special' strand, look alright? Was he too casual? Despite the fact that he was wearing a tuxedo, Romano felt underdressed. "Hey, Brother! Aren't you excited, ve? You're about to be married! I'm happy!" Feliciano happily skipped in, looking over his brother in satisfaction. Romano looked very presentable, and there were no words of fashion advice Feliciano could give. "Wow, you look really good, Brother! Brother Antonio is going to be very pleased, and I bet he'll start crying too! You better hurry! Ve! Ve! The priest that was going to say the ceremony fell ill, bu--"
"WHAT!!!??" Romano screeched. Oh God, it was all over! They would have to reschedule, and perhaps cook all the food again the next time?! Romano freaked out, wondering what to do and why God was cursing him like this. 'Its because I'm marrying a man, isn't it!?" Romano panicked, trying to repent and ask for a miracle at the same time.
"Don't worry! Big brother Francis is going to say the ceremony for you, ve!"
"How the hell is that going to make me feel any freaking better!? He's a dumbass!"
Feliciano pouted, scooted closer to Romano, and gave him a hug. "Don't worry, Romano. Even if something does go wrong, Antonio will marry you! So just relax, and think about the good times you'll have with Antonio after the wedding! Ve!" The rare and determined side of Feliciano came out, shocking Romano. After all, Feliciano only talked seriously when it came to his past childhood love. "You don't know how lucky you are, Brother. You're marrying the one you've loved and been with since you were a child. I....I would love to marry the one I loved when i was a child...." Romano blinked in surprise. "H-hey, don't get teary eyed! You idiot, hey!"
"Ve? Ah, sorry."
They both silenced as piano music, played by Frederich, filled the air. "Shit, it's already been thirty minutes? Crap, wish me luck, or else I'll pummel you..." Romano said nervously, making his way towards the exit door that led to the courtyard. Everyone smiled at him as he took his first step outside, their eyes either teary or amused. The wedding, which took months to create, was happening. I won't cry....I won't cry..... Romano repeatedly chanted this in his mind as he slowly walked towards the altar, where Antonio was waiting patiently. The Spaniard's eyes began to water as Romano approached, a smile of pure joy crossing his face. This was his dream come true. His final moment as an unmarried man were here, and soon he would be reborn as a husband to Romano. As Romano stepped up onto the altar, he couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. Everyone he knew was watching!
"We gather here today to celebrate the joining of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Lovino 'Romano' Vargas," Francis began. Antonio watched Romano as Francis continued on with the ceremonial words, the Spaniard's eyes glazed over with pure joy. Romano, following the Spanish wedding traditions he found online, had an orange blossom pinned to his tuxedo. This made Antonio's heart swell with joy. Their final lines, the vows, were next. "Do you take Lovino 'Romano' Vargas as you...um....partner?" Francis had paused, wondering if Romano would kill him for saying bride. Antonio blushed and said, "I do."
"And do you, Lovino, take Antonio Fernandez Carriedo as your...partner?"
"I do," Romano replied, blushing. Francis smirked, happy to say the next part. Despite the bruises, and perhaps other wounds, Romano would bestow upon him, he couldn't help but say, "You may now kiss the bride!" Before Romano could tackle Francis, Antonio wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Everyone cheered. "Like, no dress?" Feliks whispered to Toris, pointing to Romano in wonder. Toris rolled his eyes. Everyone got out of their seats and rushed towards the altar, congratulating the newlyweds. "Evviva gli sposi!" Feliciano cheered, hugging Ludwig, for some unknown reason.
"May there be endless love, joy, and good sex! Lots and lots of good sex!" Francis shouted loudly.
"WHY YOU...!!!!" Romano raged, chasing after Francis. Antonio paled. "L-Lovi! Not the vase again!!!!" Oh well, at least he could look forward to quiet times with Romano after everyone leaves. Alfred, being the boisterous one as usual, somehow managed to weave through the crowd of cheering nations to talk to Antonio. "Hey, congratulations, man!" Alfred said with his usual grin. Antonio grinned back, expressing his thanks. "Hey, after your honeymoon, can you tell me about the best way to have normal romantic moments? I think Arthur and I need more of those innocent moments in our relationship....." Antonio nodded, a serious look on his face. "I promise!" Typical. The Spaniard wasn't very good at reading the atmosphere; the conversation they just had was a bit awkward to say in public. Arthur turned bright red. "YOU BLOODY GIT!!!!!! ALFRED, I SWEAR I WILL MURDER YOU!!!!!"
"Ahahahaha, you love me too much, Iggy!"
"S-Shut up!"
"U-Um, perhaps we should let A-Antonio and Romano make....make their wedding toast?" Matthew piped up, timidly fiddling with his tie. Everyone looked at him in wonder, except for Francis, and tried to remember who the hell he was. "I'm Matthew," Matthew said with a pout.
Elizaveta turned to Frederich, a blush appearing on her cheeks. "Um...Frederich, I thought your piano piece for the wedding was lovely," she said coyly. Of course, this was done with some flirtatious movements, as it was in her nature to be a bit, shall we say, dirty. She made sure to look as innocent as possible to the Austrian, whom was blushing. "Thank you, Elizaveta. Of course, my music could never compare to your own loveliness." Elizaveta smiled and nodded her thanks, blushing even more. Perhaps now was a good time...? Frederich blushed a bit, nervousness taking control of his mind. "Elizaveta....I was wondering, would you care to join me for dinner this coming Saturday? Perhaps around seven at night?" Elizaveta smiled graciously; that is, until familiar laughter filled the air.....
"NIYONIYONIYONIYONIYO~!"
Elizaveta's eyes turned steely, a frying pan suddenly appearing in her hands. Frederich scooted back, knowing full well that the frying pan would be swung around rapidly at any given moment. "Gilbert, aru!" Yao cried out in surprise. "I thought you weren't coming, aru!"
The Prussian was standing on a sturdy branch of a nearby tree, his usual cocky expression etched onto his face. "I, Gilbert, have decided to grace you all with my pure awesomeness!" His lips slightly twitched as he eyed Frederich and Elizaveta, but soon he grinned once more. "Elizaveta, marry me!!" Everyone practically screamed out in surprise. Even Romano, although it was partly because he was previously kicked by Francis in defense. "W-What!? why the hell should I!?" Elizaveta shouted, racing towards him with her frying pan raised. Somehow, she was able to knock the Prussian out of the tree. "Please? I love you, you know! And I'm waaay better than that wussy Austrian over there!" Gilbert pleaded, his eyes glued to hers. Elizaveta blushed. Well, he did sound very convincing... But what could she do about it? She was already in love with Frederich, was she not? Gilbert hastily hid behind one of the buffet tables, hoping she would consider his proposition.
"A-Anyways, I'd like to propose a toast!" Antonio shouted above the commotion, pulling Romano to his side. He raised a wine glass, although not every nation present raised theirs in turn. Most of them were enjoying the drama going on around them, and did not notice the announcement. Antonio smile at Romano, kissing his chastely, and to his utter joy, Romano kissed back. As he pulled away, he began. "Love is a funny thing, you know? Its amazing that once, Romano and I hardly even knew each other. He worked in my house as a fledgling nation, right, Lovi? We didn't get along very well, but we still enjoyed each other's company." Romano blushed in response. "Well, I don't know when it happened, but we fell in love. And here we are today, in this not-so-perfect world, having our perfect wedding."
"The world would be perfect if you all became one with Russia, da?"
"Aniki! Aniki! Let's get married too!"
"Shut up, aru! Let him finish!!"
"Nah, I'm done! Right, Love, dear?" Antonio cooed, hugging Romano.
"In that case," Feliciano said giddily, "lets open gifts!!" Everyone stared at him in surprise and confusion. Was that normal? To open wedding gifts in front of everyone? It was rather rude, on one hand; and on the other, it was just embarrassing. "It's not a birthday party," Arthur said sternly. Alfred rolled his eyes and planted a rather sloppy kiss on the Briton's lips, making said Briton punch his arm in embarrassment. 'Stop doing that in public, you clueless moron!" Alfred smiled in response.
"Well, I'll open just one. A small one," Romano sighed. He agreed with Arthur, it wasn't a birthday party. But despite this, he wanted to have some kind of fun. "Hey, Heracles! Can you grab that small white bag were the gifts are? Wait...sorry! Continue on!" Antonio had called this out to the Greek, adding the last sentences as he saw Heracles was busy. And by busy, he was kissing Kiku. "Awwww, what do you know? It seems everyone's hooked up these days," Tino cooed. He turned red as a certain Swede inched closer, trying to show affection indirectly. He'll never learn... Tino thought with a smile.
"Here, open this one," Francis said, handing a small black bag to the newlyweds.
"Um, Francis, not that one!" Matthew cried out, but Francis ignored him. The Canadian grew red and tried to hide behind Hong Kong, although most of the present nations had no clue who he actually was. Antonio and Romano opened the gift together, only to turn redder than tomatoes as they saw what it was.
It was a #%$......
Silence.
"In case you want to know how to use it in bed, ask Mattieu and I! We have our own, and we use it very often!" Francis said happily.
More silence.
For once else looked at Matthew, but this time, Matthew did not want to be seen.
"M-Maples...."
"Well, that was a nice wedding, wasn't it? They looked so happy," Arthur sighed, a dreamy smile on his face. What if, one day, he and Alfred stood on a wedding altar? "Yeah, and Romano actually smiled without frowning afterwards. Pretty cool, huh? Hey...Arthur...." Alfred blushed a bit, taking Arthur's hand in his. "Hm? What is it, Alfred?" For once, Alfred was rather quiet and timid, almost like Matthew. But after the gift fiasco during the wedding, Arthur wouldn't call Matthew a timid person again... "Well, I was just wondering if we could get married someday, you know? I'd like to be with you, yeah...."
Arthur blushed, then smiled.
"Git... even if we don's get married, you're the only one for me."
He kissed Alfred, not chastely, but not wildly. Alfred pulled away after a few moments. "Hey, let's grab some hamburgers, Iggy!" "But we just ate at the wedding! You're still hungry?" Alfred rolled his eyes, laughing as he did so. Arthur realized what really happened, and he frowned in annoyance. 'You didn't eat anything? Tell me, does classy food really seem inedible to you?"
"Who eats fish eggs, really?"
"A lot of people."
"Ah, whatever. Come on, dearest," Alfred chuckled, leading his lover towards the car, holding hands. Arthur smiled, secretly pleased by the term. Perhaps he could encourage Alfred to use endearments more often. "Whatever you say, love," Arthur said with a smirk. As they began driving to the airport, something clicked in Alfred's mind. "Arthur, you know what? We haven't slept together yet, if you know what I mean," the American said, almost as if the statement was nothing more than a simple sentence. It sounded more like a "Hey, you know what? That teacher used to work at convent." Arthur's cheeks turned bright red, his eyes widening in surprise. "E-Eh?" He didn't sound offended, just a bit embarrassed. Alfred nodded, his eyes still on the road. "Yeah, I mean, we've never done the dirty, but we've done some play...."
Arthur sighed, and before he could say anything, a pair of freezing cold hands gripped both his and Alfred's shoulders.
"There's a motel up ahead. You can stop there, da? Yao and I usually go there when we're in this country....can you take the next exit, da?"
"Sorry, aru. Our car broke down.... So, it will be your first time, aru?"
Alfred and Arthur screamed, and then nearly fainted.
Evviva gli sposi= Hurray for the newlyweds! (Italian)
It is finished!
I'm actually a bit sad. This story was a pleasure to write, and you've all been so kind in your reviews. This is the first chapter story I have ever finished on this site! Woot! Anyways, thank you everyone. I'm sorry, I can't remember all of your screen names, because I suck at remembering names, and I don't think I'd be able to thank each and every one of you enough. You're all awesome.
Now I'll be working on short stories and "Engraved", my USUKFRA love triangle story. The first chapter was sucking, because I was tired and I just wanted to post the freaking story, only to realize it sucked.
Um....lets see.....I suppose a sequel isn't needed, unless you think so. Well, thank you for reading Pieces of the Puzzle!!
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