Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Abby, or a TARDIS. What I DO own is Dalibora, the Dummkopf Rock, this story in general (kind of), a bag of scones, and the Unofficial Hunger Games Handbook.
England: Is it time yet?
Me: yeah, this is kind of the last chapter.
Hailey: I should sue you for pairing me with people I don't know.
Abby: you're using all your money to get me "help". You have no room to sue! I need to go to Hawaii!
Me: this is basically the last chapter, and I want to tie up all loose ends with this messed up and semi-pointless tale of old. WARNING: KAWAII AHEAD!
"Gwen, I've wanted to ask you something for awhile now." Arthur drops on one knee and opens the little velvet box in his hand. It was their four year anniversary of dating without excessive violence (well... they've had some pretty bad fights during that time, mainly in football [aka soccer]), and England decided to take Dalibora to the Eiffel tower. "Will you marry me?"
"No."
"Wait- what?"
"Just kidding, of course I want to marry you!" The Czech's eyes light up as England slips the diamond ring on her finger. They kiss, and hold each other as close as possible, vowing never to forget this moment.
A Swede of giant proportions trudges through the Antarctica wilderness, ready to give up on his journey. No. He must find her. This place was his last hope. Texas had kicked him out of Austin because things were a bit awkward between them (give him a break, Texas! His big brother is Sweden for crying out loud!), and he has been searching for the lovely Finnish girl, Amanda (oh, and Brooke too) for who knows how long.
All of a sudden, the over exhausted Swede hears a familiar voice in the distance. He uses whatever strength he is able to muster up and dashes towards the sound. "AUSTIN! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!" Amanda runs up and hugs him. Turns out, Amanda had made friends with the penguins that lived there, and hung out with Carolyn, the personification of Antarctica for all this time.
"Come back to Sweden with me."
"That would be great." The two of them start to head back to Austin's ship, holding each other to stay warm.
"Hey, what happened to Brooke?" Austin asks.
"Ivan sent me here when I tried to kill him, but he let Brooke go back home to Belarus safely. She just doesn't like to show up to anything."
Wallachia walks into the dressing room to see Czech in a Bohemian wedding dress. "You're getting married?" She asks, puzzled.
"Yes. Arthur and I are getting married. I'm trying on my dress." Gwen has a dreamy look in her eyes as she says this.
"Well then, that's good for you. I was just here to tell you that I'm moving in with Sealand for the time being, so I'm leaving you're lame house for awhile. By the way, that dress is totally unawesome. Kay bye!"
"So Prussia was an influence when she was at Austria's house... That explains a lot, especially her love of Justin Bieber." The Czechoslovak muttered under her breath.
"What in the world?" Czech asks Abby, who set up the bachelorette party. Hungary, Lili, Seychelles, Vietnam, Hailey, Poland, and a few of the other next generation nations are also a bit weary of their surroundings.
"Welcome to the Warsaw Comic-Con! I have costumes for everyone! Oh, and don't worry, I didn't forget about the strip club later on!" Abby beams from her efforts.
Ten minutes later, the group is dressed in costumes from many different fandoms (Vietnam as Cho Chang, Lili as Tris [She wanted to keep her gun with her], Poland as the typical anime schoolgirl [he likes cross-dressing, and the convention is in Warsaw...], Hungary as a Shadowhunter [Isabelle], Hailey as a Vulcan [if only her husband could see her now], Abby as an Asgardian, and
Seychelles as Katniss.)
Czech decides to be an elf from Lord of the Rings, and if she had brown hair like in the beginning of the story, she would've looked like Arwen (which is also the Arthur/Gwen ship name). All of a sudden, France pops out of nowhere. "Seychelles! My little girl! You need to change out of that generic and overly modest costume!" He drags her into the nearest dressing room.
"Does anybody know why the frog is here?" Abby asks quietly, doing her best not to take out her enchanted axe and destroy whatever is to her left (in this case, a Darth Vader cosplayer).
"I'll tell you when he comes back." The Czechoslovak says with an evil look in her eyes.
A few minutes later, Seychelles returns wearing a sexy warrior outfit, the Frenchman close behind. Czech calls attention to the group and begins to make her speech.
"We have recently lost a great ship. The S.S. Ablex is sinking as we speak, and there is nothing to be done about it." Czech says somberly. "Even though it should be a day of joy, it is a tragic event that cannot be overlooked. Today, I will help Abby in her journey by starting her off with a... rebound. France has rule over London for the next twenty-four hours." She keeps calm as she says this, trying not to read the expressions of horror on the others' faces. (Abby: I hate you so much right now.)
"Onhonhon! I have a perfect idea for-" Abby whacks the Frenchman in the face with a plate, interrupting his perverted thoughts.
The first thing England sees is sparkles. Actually, that's all he sees in the party hall. "What is this sorcery?"
"DUDE! ARE YOU READY TO HAVE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE?!" America's appearance nearly scares the Brit to death. He looks like a drag queen on steroids. (If Hailey could only see her husband now...)
"W-what in Busby's name are you wearing?"
"Oh you know, the usual German sparkle party attire. Don't worry; I brought an extra pair of party pants for you! #YOLO #GermanSparkleParty #PartyPants"
"You do know I have a wedding tomorrow- and how are you hash tagging your sentences?"
"I'M AMERICA SO I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT XD #Freedom #IMTHEHERO #TrollTheBrit"
"Just give me the pants you wanker."
"You need to get up off your bum and get ready for the wedding, Bo." Abby attempts to wake a sparkle covered England. Let's just say the bachelor party got a little out of hand (America's the best man, so it was bound to happen), and England passed out on his living room floor once he got home. The closest thing the Londoner gets to a response is an extremely hungover groan. "Fine, if you're gonna play it that way... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING LYING AROUND?! IF YOU ARE LATE FOR YOUR WEDDING, CZECH WILL DECAPITATE YOUR BLASTED HEAD WITH A KITCHEN KNIFE!"
"Ughhh, maybe that will make my head feel better." England mutters, and doesn't even attempt to rise.
"I have to do everything myself these days." Abby grumbles, starting to feel a little sympathetic towards him. He always helped her when she was hungover, so why not return the favor? She drags England into the kitchen, enters the tea cellar (yes, England has a room just for tea), and grabs what she needs.
Ten minutes later, England is back to his normal self after drinking Abby's secret hangover tea (she just threw anything she thought would work into the mix). "Thank you. I think I've had my fair share of drinking for awhile. I don't want my bride to sever my head off." He smiles. "How was the bachelorette party last night? You spent the last few weeks planning it, being the maid if honor after all."
"I'm not telling. But let's just say I have France waiting for me in bedroom- uh I gotta go." Abby runs away to avoid seeing her father's petrified reaction.
"Are you sure you're okay dad? You look like you're about to cry." Czech puts her hand on her father's shoulder attempting to comfort him.
"No! The awesome me doesn't cry!" He says between sobs. Czech is a bit surprised about the Prussian's explosion of feels right before he had to walk her down the aisle.
"Seriously, is it about me getting married? I'm still a nation, you know."
"It just seems unreal that I'm here to walk you down the aisle." A tear falls from his eye, slowly trickling down his cheek. "I'm just so happy for you!"
By this time, feels are bouncing off every wall. The wedding march starts to play, and the doors open. "Please calm down; you don't want to dent your awesomeness at a time like this."
"Sorry, it's just that you two are my OTP."
The bride slowly strides down the aisle with her father linked with her elbow. All eyes turn towards her as she reaches the end of the line, letting go of the Prussian. She steps up on the platform, and Italy begins the ceremony.
After a bunch of extremely tedious and boring but romantically symbolic wedding rituals, they start to say their vows. Czech starts out, quoting Shakespeare:
"But love, first learned in a man's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From man's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world:
Else none at all in ought proves excellent"
England is frozen at this point. That was exactly what he was planning to say. He would have to make up something on the spot, something directly from his heart.
"Gwendolyn, what I wish to say is that you complete me.
You are the Hermonie to my Ron,
The apple to my Draco,
The Sherlock to my Watson,
The tea to my scones,
The Doctor to my Rose,
The Ringo to my George,
The Bonnie to my Clyde,
The Loki to my Abby,
The world to my eyes,
The Czech to my Slovakia.
Gwen, my love for you is boundless, and can't be described with mere words. Ever since we ruled Camelot together, I've slowly started to realize how much I need you in my life. Now, everything is perfect."
He stops speaking to see his bride form little tears of joy from the corners of her deep, red eyes. Now feels are everywhere, because apparently CzechUK is an extremely popular paring.
After their "I do's, the newlywed couple kiss and the partying begins (after the tedious photography session). The two remaining Beatles members came along with Mick Jagger, who all have been close friends of the nations for awhile.
All of a sudden, everything in the room freezes. Tom Hiddleson makes his grand entrance and all the others are dazed from his hotness. "I'm terribly sorry that I'm late. I hope you don't mind- wow." Hs mesmerizing eyes are fixed on Abby as if he was looking at an angel.
"No, not at all. Abby smiles." This was the first time they have officially met, and it was love at first sight.
Britain smiles when he sees this. A charming British gentleman was a perfect match. It was much better than Alex, who he was never too fond of in the first place. He looks over to Czech, and she only says "I've already arranged them a room."
Towards the end of the reception, Gwen takes the mike and Gives a speech of thanks.
"I appreciate you all coming here to see us get married. I also wish to thank those who found the Narnia closet, and after our honeymoon, England and I will be going to Narnia for awhile, and no one's aloud to come with us- even if it only counts as a few minutes here. There's only one way to get to Narnia these da-"
Italy, who was the priest for the occasion, jumps out of the wedding cake that Austria had so generously made. Facepalms circle around the room, and Germany scolds him. But Czech is laughing. She queues the music to start up again, and the wedding continues.
If you were wondering who caught the bouquet and the garter it was none other than Abby and Tom. They left the hall together soon afterwards. Eventually, everybody except France, America, and Hailey leave.
"I'm so happy for you guys! I respect you guys taking it slow- even if it was like over eight hundred years. That's cool." The two of them leave.
Now France is the only one left. He is holding two boxes in his Hands, and he gives one to both the bride and groom. He smiles kindly- too kindly, and without saying a peep, he leaves. What were inside those gifts only the author knows, but I will say that it was extremely kinky...
Soon after, Czech and England became one with each other as a married couple, and they had a wonderful honeymoon in a house Japan set up for them. It was in the mountains, and England was able to take a bath with his Japanese magical creatures again. They lived and still live an eventful life without any boringness to it.
The End
Okay, maybe you're wondering what the heck happened to everybody else- or not. I really don't care either way. I was hesitant to put this part because it repeats a certain theme throughout, so this part only is rated M. This may also give you avid lemon writers some ideas for your yaoi XD
Wallachia and Sealand are still not recognized as actual nations, and their relationship is going strong.
Hailey and America are still married, and he dressed up like Spider-Man for their fifth wedding anniversary. Then they had lots of sex.
Mackenzie is starting to warm up to Hetalia, but is not a fangirl (yet). She and Romano like to have sex that involves food and kitchen counters. Fun times right?
Colin died again. We're expecting him to appear any day now,
Brooke B (the one that was lost since chapter 1) created an artificial island in the middle of the ocean and became the Chosen Republic. Ethan helped out, but soon died. He was not missed.
Matt jr. is still Canadian and still in the yaoi pit of doom. He's also single for you Canada fangirls.
Austin and Amanda went back to the Nordics and got married. They had a kid called Avery, but they never became nations.
Rich turned out to be exactly like Poland.
Last of all, Abby was not pleased about Gwen being her stepmother, so Sherman away with Tom Hiddleson for about a month before she came back to their home in London. Czech and England had just come back from their honeymoon, and they were thrilled about Abby's new lover. Their story will continue, but in an alternate universe that my next Fanfiction takes place in (Possibly Divergent but maybe not).
Aww, it's over, I know. Abby may be writing another chapter, but I promise nothing. I need to get on with my life with Arthur, so I better go before my feels go insane. ~Czech
Italy: Make Pasta not war!
England: Make tea not war. *sparkle*
America: DESTROY IGGYS TEA AND MAKE FREAKING WAR!
Hailey: make booze, not war
Prussia: make beer and war!
Czech: I guess I'm making more alcohol...
Abby: You are all wrong. MAKE LOVE NOT WAR!