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Hetalia not mine! OTL

Loud, joyful cheers were heard all throughout the elegant wedding reception as two young people stepped threw the opened, golden trim, doors, hands tightly clasped together. Just who were these smiling two? Arthur Kirkland, and the newest , (Name.) It was such a special day for them, it could easily be seen as Arthur, always irritated and frowning, was actually smiling more so than his beautiful bride, who was just as ecstatic. Also, it was Arthur's two year anniversary of becoming a Policeman.

No one could of ever imagine the king of loneliness to finally find someone he'd spend the rest of his life with, believing he would forever keep his lonely status. Even though, (Name) had been his only true friend since childhood. After his mother had gotten a new job in (state), she, with her other three sons, had moved from England. Being a single mother of four sons was quite difficult, so being offered a higher paying job was too good to decline.

Arriving at his new home, Arthur felt completely insecure, especially when his oldest brother, Allistor, began viciously teasing him about not being able to make any friends. The other two boys had already gone inside to help their mother prepare dinner, not in the mood for taunting. (Name,) their next door neighbor, who was innocently sitting on her front porch, had took notice of the hurtful words coming from a accented voice, most likely to be Scottish. Clenching her little hands into small fists, she stomped her way towards the teenager and little boy, who looked to be about her age, though a little older.

"Hey, carrot top, leave him alone, RIGHT NOW!" She yelled, coming to stand next to the gawking blond-haired boy, who seemed to be lost for words as his small mouth would open, then immediately shut.

Allistor's face fumed red at the name, scowling deeply. "Just who do you think you are, little girl?" He snapped back, lowering his top half so it was at her level, glaring coldly.

"The person who's gonna kick your butt if you don't leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you, jerk-faced, carrot top!" Taking hold of his nose, she twisted it harshly before thumping it, giggling as he let out a high pitched yelped. "What a nice, girly scream ya got there, carrot top!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

"Allistor and Arthur Kirkland, come inside this instant! Dinner is ready." A sweet yet firm voice called out to her sons, waving at the little girl after spotting her next to Arthur, smiling a bit. Allistor glowed under his breath, sending one more heated glare before storming into the house, leaving Arthur behind.

Said boy was still in a state of utter shock, never having seen anyone stand up against his older brother. Seeing her gaze turn onto his slightly shaking form, he quickly averted his eyes from hers, choosing to stare at his tiny feet instead. She only giggled at his bashfulness, letting her hand slip into his own. He blushed furiously at this action, tugging his hand for release.

"L-L-Let go, bloody wanker!"

"No, I just saved you! So that means you're my best buddy now!"

"...buddy? You mean, as in, f-friends?"

"Yeah! Oh, and what's a 'wanker'?"

"...What has been seen can not be unseen..."

"...?"

Years had passed by since then, and after entering high-school together, they had started dating. Of course, no one expected them to last, high-school relationships were nothing more than fun little flings you go through without much care. And yet, these two had proven them wrong. Cliché? That may be, but did either care? Not at all.

So now, they both shared their first dance as husband and wife, slowly swaying to the romantic melody. The (H/C) haired woman lifted her head from the dashing man's shoulder, letting their eyes meet before leaning down for a quick kiss, smiling softly at one another.

Soon enough, the song ended, waking the bored Dj-ing American up, making him grin widely at being able to blast a more danceable beat. Arthur rolled his eyes at him before softening his gaze onto his love, whispering into her left ear that he was going to get them something to drink. Even though it was nothing more than a small whisper, she still heard him over the booming music, causing delightful shivers to flow down her body.

Returning shortly after, the sight before him was not very welcoming. His wife, seemingly being flirted with by that damn Romanian, Vladimir. To make matters worse, she was actually laughing along with him. About to say something that would surely make his mother faint, he stopped dead in his tracks as the ruby-eyed man kissed her forehead before walking away to another man with brown hair.

A strong feeling of jealously blinded his eyesight, and mostly mind. No man-anyone, was to touch her like that, besides him. She was his wife now, his one and only precious treasure. Not a soul would take his love away, leaving him to be alone like many years ago. So if she felt the need to break these laws, he would be sure to punish her, immediately.

"Oh, Arthur! There you are, I wanted you to meet-" Not letting her finish, he dropped the wine glasses to the floor with a loud cruuuushhhh, then roughly lifted her onto his shoulder with extreme ease, seemingly fuming out the ears while his face burned red from anger. The people could only watch with wide eyes and agape mouths as he, almost literally, ripped the doors opened as he carried his, now enraged, wife away.

He could hear her shouts of protests, feeling her kick and punch at his anger filled body. He paid no mind, even when forcing her into his own car, instead of the awaiting limo, did he not care when she questioned him, eyes infuriated. She tried once again, only to receive a darken scowl as an answer.

Her (E/C) irises held many emotions from shocked, anger, to confusion. She didn't understand why he was so angry all of a sudden, not when only moments ago he was smiling more happily than she's ever seen him before. Her thoughts were running wild, until the car finally stopped, her eyes widening somewhat at where they were.

It seemed to be their home, but she couldn't get full details when she was suddenly being held bridal style by her equally angry husband. "What are you-"

"Hush."

Mouth opening, closing soon after, she gasped at his tone of voice. He has always had a cold tone, but this was putting blizzard temperatures to shame greatly, and it was starting to scare her. It took no time for him to unlock the door, slamming it shut soon after. Arms tightening somewhat around her smaller body, he quietly made his way towards the bedroom.

Throwing her onto the king sized bed, he said in a warning tone, "Don't you move a bloody muscle." then going inside of their walk-in closet, shutting the doors as well.

"You...You...JERK! How dare you tell me what to do, after dragging me back here when we were AT OUR WEDDING? You're lucky I haven't kicked your British ass! I-W...W...What the hell are you wearing that f-f-for? And what's with the cuffs...?" Midway through her rant, the British man had stepped out from the closet, wearing his Police uniform, twirling the handcuffs with a slender finger.

"You've broken a few severe laws today, love..." He whispered smoothly, slowly walking towards the flushed woman with an unknown look darkening his features.

There is a lemon to this, but you'll have to read it on my DA account, which is Mew-Ayame