It's here, it's here! Wedding day has arrived...in chapter eight? Wow, that was quick...

But yea, of course I've time skipped a lot but from what I can gather in my reviews, people seem to be enjoying this fan fic too...I hope it becomes just as popular as 'Kilts, Lambs and Drunken Brothers'. Speaking of which, 'Kilts, Lambs and Drunken Brothers' recently reached 100 reviews! Thanks you guys, you made it happen! WOO!

In the mean time, would you readers be interested in one shots too? Like, set in the same timeline/setting as this series but as stand alone stories...? I was thinking of writing one about America asking England who was his very first...say in a review if you would be interested!

And I am still open to looking for roleplay partners as well! Just message me on AIM, via 'brideofraiju6'

But anyway, onto the wedding!

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Eight - Nice Day For A White Wedding

England's pregnancy - Two months three weeks one day

Wedding - Today!

"You are so lucky that I like, remembered to bring my sewing stuff with me...you are like, really piling on the pounds England!"

England's face was flushed red at Poland's comment. Though, he wasn't allowed to open his eyes until Poland had made his alterations (upon the blonde's command) but he was sure that if he had them open he would be glaring down at the man. Was he really looking so big? He didn't think he did anyway...his stomach just looked more full! Well it should, considering that he was carrying a little life inside of him...

"Ok, you can like, open your eyes!"

The Brit slowly opened his eyes, though they widened instantly when he saw his reflection in the full length mirror. Now he thought that wearing a dress would look ridiculous on him...but strangely, it seemed to suit him. The dress itself was not over the top, not one of those giant cupcakes you see on 'My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding'. The one word England could describe it as was 'elegant'. The boddess was snug on his torso, thankfully not to tight and the fabric of the rest of the dress clung to him in a way that made his little bump flattering on his figure. The dress was simple, a lovely ivory white with only the smallest of crystals decorating the boddess. England blushed even more when Poland nestled the vail into England's hair (Poland claimed that even he couldn't do anything with England's hair...but atleast America loved it).

"ARTIE! LET US SEE!" called Wales from outside of his room, eager to come inside and check out his younger brother.

"Like, calm down, he's ready!" Poland yelled back, walking over to the door and opening it, stepping aside to allow the three brothers inside.

England was actually quite impressed with his brothers...they looked actually quite handsome (though he would never say that out loud). As his bride maids, Wales and Northern Ireland had decided to go on white tuxedo's that matched England's dress, black shirts beneath and blue, white and red tri-colour bow ties (because Wales insisted that bow ties were cool). Scotland though had probably put in the most effort. He was indeed wearing his best kilt, a black suit jacket over his white shirt. The longer strands of his ember hair were tied back in a tartan ribbon though his fringe still fell over the left side of his face.

"Oh my gosh Arthur, you look so beautiful!" Wales cried, jade eyes becoming watery. "I think I'm gonna cry!"

"Oi, no tears, I dinnae have any tissues..." scolded Scotland, though he did make an honest attempt at smiling at England.

Northern Ireland merely tilted his head to the side, giving England a smile as well. "You sure you don't want to back out now...?" he asked England.

The bride-to-be merely shook his head with a warm smile. "I'm going to marry Alfred...that's what I want..."

The sound of a car horn beeping outside sounded, indicating that the limo had arrived to pick up the bride's party. Poland was accompying England so that he could make sure the dress wasn't creased (because apparantly that was very important). All England cared about was seeing America...his future husband.

Wales reached over and gently took a hold of his hand. "And you're gonna get married, once we get you to the church!" he sang, happily leading the blushing Brit out of the house, the rest of the party accompying them out...

At the church...

The church wasn't very popular but it was big enough to house the nations invited over for the wedding. The only humans there would be the priest (as Austria had kindly offered the play the wedding music on the church's organ). America stood at the alter, idly chitchatting to France to keep him company. On his other side, Sealand stood looking quite proud, a cushion in his hands with the rings in hand.

"Who is your best man mon ami...?" asked France as they waited.

"Oh, I can't remember...maybe he hasn't shown up! You'll fill in if he doesn't show up, right?" America said, head swivelling round the church.

"A-Alfred I'm right here..." whispered Canada on his other side, waving a distressed hand in front of America's face.

America let out a nervous laugh. "Right! Sorry about that bro, lost you for a minute there..."

The sunny blonde went back to fidgeting with his hands nervously. Where was England? Maybe there was traffic? Or there had been an accident on the road his poor Brit was laying trapped in a crushed car...

"Maybe I should call and see if they are alright..." suggested America with a bite of his lip, damn he was so nervous!

"I'm sure they are well..." France assured, turning his head as he say Italy run up to him and whisper something into his ear before returning to his seat. France smiled a little and patted America's shoulder. "Good luck..." was all he said then he returned to his seat.

The American looked around helplessly as he heard Austria begin his music. The doors to the church open, though he kept his back to the door...he didn't want to see England until he was right next to him. First to walk down the ailse was Hebrides, who England had chosen as his flower girl. She smiled at the nations who were going 'aww' at the sight of her scattering petals around until she reached the ailse, patiently standing on the bride's end of the alter. Next to come down were Orkney and Shetland, the page boys, dressed in matching kilts similar to their father. They took their place next to their sister, waving a little at Sealand. After that it was Wales and Northern Ireland, each holding a small bouquet of red roses.

Then everyone turned their heads as they saw England walked down the ailse, clutching onto Scotland's arm as they walked in sync with one another. England bit his lip at all the watcheful eyes, glancing up at the alter and suddenly relieved that there, his future husband stood. Scotland gave England a quiet 'good luck' as they finally reached their destination, England stepping up next to America and Scotland on his other side.

America's eyes fell on the Brit and he felt his heart thud harder in his chest. England was...was so beautiful, there could be no other words to describe him...and that dress! That dress on HIS Arthur was amazing... "You look beautiful..." he said softly to England.

England couldn't help but blush, slipping his hand into America's with a soft smile. "And you are the most handsome man in the world..." he whispered back.

The Priest cleared his throat quietly, everyone turning to him so that the wedding could go on as planned.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones in holy matrimony," The priest began, an honest smile on his face as he gazed at the couple. "Which is and honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocence, signifying to us the mystical union which is between Christ and his Church. Which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with His presence at the first miracle which He wrought in Cana of Galilee; and is commended of Apostle Paul to be honourable among all men, and is therefore not to be entered into lightly or inadvisably, but reverently, discreetly, and in the fear of God.

"Into which holy estate Arthur and Alfred come now to be joined and to unite two hearts and lives, blending all interest, sympathies, and hopes. I charge and entreat you, therefore, in entering upon and sustaining this hallowed union, to seek the blessing of Him whose favour is life, whose blessing maketh rich and addeth no sorrow. Let us now seek his blessing."

With that, everyone bowed their heads in prayer (even those nations who were no of Christian faith). America caught a glimpse of England smiling at him from beneath his vail...he couldn't wait to seal their love with a kiss...

"Our Heavenly Father, we beseech Thee to come by Thy grace to this marriage. Give to these who marry a due sense of the obligations they are now to assume, so that with true intent, and with utter reserve of love, they man plight their troth, and be henceforth helps, meet for each other while they journey through life. This we ask in Jesus' name. Amen."

A mumble of 'Amen' chorused throughout the church out of polite curtisy. "Who is giving Arthur in Holy Matrimony to Alfred?"

Scotland lifted his head with a confident smile, looking at England. "I am" he said, quite proudly in fact as he gave England's arm a small squeeze, stepping back to stand with his other two brothers and children. The Priest nodded his head and returned to the waiting bride and groom.

"I charge you both as you stand in the presence of God, to remember that true love and loyalty alone will avail as the foundation of a happy him. If the solemn vows you are about to make be kept inviolate, and if you steadfastly endeavour to do the will of your heavenly Father, your lives will be full of joy, and the home you are about to establish will abide in peace. No other human ties are more tender, no other vows are more sacred than those you are about to assume. You are entering into the holy estate which is the deepest mystery of experience, and which is the very sacrament of divine love."

England felt his face flush slightly, feeling America squeeze his hand. 'This is it...' he thought. 'I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams...'

The Priest turned to America first, gazing into excited yet nervous blue eyes. "Arthur, Will you have Alfred to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony; will you love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you both shall live?". The sunny blonde turned so he could face England, taking hold of both his hands. His Brit's face looked so elegant and stunning behind the veil curtain...he knew this was it, this was the man he would be with for the rest of his seemingly never ending life...he would be England's hero, he promised. "I do..." he said quite clearly, flashing the blushing Brit his heroic smile.

"What pledge do you give of the sincerity of your vows?" the priest asked. "A ring..." America, turning to Sealand who held the cushion with the two silver wedding rings. He happily picked up England's ring, clasping it in his hands safely. The Priest gave a small nod, glancing at England who was staring into America's eyes with total devotion. "Do you accept this ring as a pledge of the sincerity of Alfred's vows?" the priest said clearly.

"I do..." England replied, watching as America's eyes lit up in the upmost of delight. He was so childish, honestly...yet it was endearing all the same.

"Repeat after me please...I Alfred, take thee Arthur, as my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, to cherish and to love, in sickness and in health, till death do us part."

America took a deep breath before he began, just to boost some confidence in himself. "I Alfred, take thee Arthur, as my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, to cherish and to love, in sickness and in health, till death do us part...Arthur, I will be your hero, I'm gonna care for you and love you...you mean so much more to me than the world, even the galaxy and universe...let there be war, let there be disaster but know I will remain by your side...forever yours, as you will be forever mine..."

A few tears slipped down England's smooth cheek...words could not describe how much he loved America right now. With the vow said (in America's own way) the sunny blonde slipped the ring onto England's finger...a perfect fit. The priest then looked at England with the same welcoming smile. "What pledge do you give the sincerity of your vows?" The priest repeated the question. "A ring..." said England, giving a small smile to Sealand as he gently picked up America's wedding ring.

"Alfred, do you accept this ring as a pledge of sincerity of Arthur's vows?"

The blue eyed American gave a small nod, not minding England's tears because this time, he knew they were tears of joy. "I do."

"Repeat after me...". And thus England repeated the vows, giving a small tilt of his head as he smile lovingly at America. "Alfred...you are the eternal light of my life. I know I will cherish each day we have together, and the days that are yet to come...my love, forever...I love you...".

With this England slipped the ring onto America's finger. As soon as it was on, the nations stood and began to applaud the newly wedded couple as Austria began to play the organ again. America grinned at his now husband and lifted the veil away from his face, capturing England's lips in a passionate kiss, showering him with the intense love that he felt for him. England happily returned the kiss, slipping his arms around his husband's neck while America wrapped his arms around his love's waist. Confetti was being thrown by Sealand, Hebrides, Orkney and Shetland all over the happy couple but they didn't mind. With his heroic strength, the sunny blonde scooped his English love into his arms, carrying him bridal style out of the church with the sound of the organ music and applauding behind them. England rested his head on America's broad shoulder, smiling happily up at the blonde...

He just had the perfect wedding...

End of Chapter

ANYONE ELSE CRYING HERE?

This is the longest chapter because I worked hard on this one to make sure you guys love it. Normally I aim for around 1000 words per chapter, this chapter is over 2000 words long I believe...

So did you all enjoy the wedding? I had fun writing it!

Now some references for you~

'bow ties are cool' - This is a Doctor Who reference to the Eleventh Doctor, who insists that bow ties are cool. Wales made this comment because most of Doctor Who is filmed in Wales.

The next chapter will be the reception...WHO'S GONNA WIN THE BET!

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