Chapter 11
"Wait! I object!" The entire audience, including you and Nikolai, turned around to stare at the person who shouted out. There, standing tall and proud, was Arthur. Half the audience looked like they expected this, while others were as surprised as you. He was blushing from all the stares but glared at Nikolai, who looked about ready to kill. You on the other hand were so confused.
"I object as well." Anya said, breaking the silence. Nikolai was the one in shock now, while you were angry now. Kiku pulled out his camera to record the entire thing.
"Come on little brother, do you really want to marry her?" Anya asked, stepping into the aisle way. Arthur moved forward as well.
"(Name), I've always loved you, so you really want to marry this man? I mean he kidnapped you for Pete's sake!" Arthur and Anya were standing in front of you and Nikolai.
You looked from Arthur to Nikolai to Anya, wondering what was going to happen next. You had never seen Nikolai look so confused and torn before. He hadn't even let go of your hand, and you were already starting to panic. Is he going to go with Anya? He had wanted to marry her for the longest time. Oh God, what do I do? You thought to yourself. Shakily you let go of his hand.
"It's okay Nikolai. If you want to be with her you can." You chocked on the words, but they still came out clearly. Nikolai turned his stare to you.
"I don't want to be with her though. I want to be with you." Nikolai said.
He let go of your hand, and gently lifted your veil. He stared at how beautiful you were, with your hair done up and make up set just right. To him there was nothing that could rival your beauty. He cupped your cheek, and gently leaned down to kiss you. It was wonderful, his lips molded perfectly with yours. When it was over tears started to fall down your cheeks, and Nikolai brushed them away gently. Out of the corner of your eye you say Francis dragging Arthur out, and Germany, Prussia, and Alfred dragged a very mad Anya out as well.
"Well since the drama is over, I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," Nikolai pulled you into another kiss and the church rang out in applause.
The reception was just as wonderful. The food was great, Francis was behaving, and you even got Nikolai to dance with you a few times. It was magical in your every opinion of the word. When it was time to throw the bouquet, you threw it over your shoulder only to watch as it landed into the arms of a very disgruntled Italian. It made him blush as the tomatoes he loved so much. Romano spent the rest of your wedding hiding from Antonio and muttering curses about him.
The cake was tall and white, and the best that you had ever had before. You were surprised when Kiku told you that it was Ludwig was the one who made the cake. You didn't say anything, and instead let Ludwig enjoy being anonymous. Many men asked you to dance, but you declined all of them, in favor for your dances with Nikolai. He also wouldn't let you do the tradition with the garter.
Yet at the end of the night Nikolai took you home to really make you his.
This was the final chapter. Except you get a lemon sometime soon.