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Hungary sighed as she opened her heavy eyelids; it was way too early for anyone to be awake right now.
The softness of the sheets tickled her exposed skin and made her smile.
She turned over in her bed hugging her soft white pillow as she did so and proceeded to close her eyes once again, sleep was always a good thing…
"Lizzy! Wake up, wake up!" said a familiar voice form the foot of her bed.
"Huh?" she said in response. Hungary sat up a little and stretched as she saw her old friend in her room.
Italy stood at the foot of her bed, bright face almost as bright as the sun. He had his training uniform on and "special" curl bouncing in the air.
"Morning Feli! Why are you up so early? You usually don't wake up until noon…" she asked as she yawned. She also saw Germany leaning in the door way, "Good Morning, Germany…" she said smiling.
He gave a small head nod and said good morning back.
"Ve? You don't remember, Lizzy?" he said, sitting on the edge of her bed, next to her.
She thought for a moment, last night she had a party with the other female nations, for a reason…but what?
Oh yeah.
She was getting married.
Hungary felt her stomach almost drop to the floor.
Hungary was marrying Austria.
Today.
She quickly got out of bed, ran around the room, gathering her things that she would need for the day.
"Lizzy, calm down! Ve~ We have everything ready! All you have to do is follow us!" said Italy, holding up his hands.
"We need to get you down stairs so that you can get ready at Poland's house," said Germany looking down and blushing because of Hungary's nightgown.
She nodded in agreement and threw on some clothes, and walked down the stairs.
Hungary heard her husband's voice downstairs and heard his footsteps click on the floor.
"Yes, the flowers are to be delivered to the church and the hall…exactly, exactly…thank you very much."
He was pacing all around the room, partially dressed and running a hand through his hair.
"No, no…not yellow roses, white ones…all out? But we ordered them 6 months ago!..Yes, yes I understand…Alright. Thank you." Austria ran a hand in his hair again, he sighed again a leaned with one arm on the doorway. Hungary walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, pushing her face into his warm back. Austria turned around quickly and immediately moves away, "Ah, Hungary! G-good morning! S-shouldn't y-you be at Poland's house?"
"No not yet, I just wanted to say 'good morning' to you before I left,"
"O-oh well, thank you."
She looked at him curiously, "You seem kinda nervous, Roddy…"
He rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I'm sorry, Eliza. It's just the thought of you and me, you know…getting married. I mean, not that I don't want to! I-I really do! Because you're so…you know…ahh..b-beautiful and…a-and
She tried not to smile but she couldn't contain her laughter and Hungary covered her mouth to laugh.
"Austria…" she said, laughing.
He looked at her and only blushed deeper, pouting slightly.
She took his face into her hands and forced their eyes to meet. "Relax…" she said, "If you love me, then everything will turn out fine, I promise."
She offered out her pinky to him, and he looked at her hand then back at her eyes.
Austria took Hungary's pinky his and squeezed lightly. The gentle gesture made both lovers smile and let their eyes met again. They quietly got closer to one another, eyes closing when their soft lips met.
"AWWWW! ISN'T THAT JUST THE SWEETEST THING?" said a voice from behind them.
Poland was holding his hands to face with little hearts in his eyes. Italy and Germany were standing behind him, Italy also smiling.
Austria scooted away, embarrassed and muttered something under his breath while Hungary only laughed.
"Okay, you two no more kisses until the church service! Come on Hungary, we have to get you ready!" said Poland taking Hungary's hand. She waved good bye to Austria and headed out the door with Poland and Italy. Germany stayed behind with his fellow Germanic nation.
"You'd better get dressed," said Germany, "It's not everyday that nations marry…"
...
Hungary was waiting in a small room inside of the cathedral; she was waiting for her call to come up to walk down the aisle. He looked at herself in the mirror; even she would admit that she looked pretty.
Light makeup covered her face; it evened her fair skin and made her look almost like porcelain. Blush rested upon her cheeks, giving her an innocent look while her lipstick made her lips look plump and enticing. Mascara completed the "innocent" look and her golden brown eye shadow accented her green eyes. She sighed quietly and looked at her dress; she picked it out because she thought that Austria would like it.
It was a simple dress, went out slightly, a princess kind of feel, not too much and too little. A sweetheart neckline covered her chest, exposing just enough for her chest. Beads decorated the dress, making a perfectly simple dress.
And on Hungary, it looked absolutely beautiful.
She lightly put her veil on her hair, which was in a bun with strands framing her face.
He peeked out the door, just to see who was already there. It seemed like the whole world (literally) was there. America was sitting next to England, sipping on what seemed to be a milkshake while he was yelling at him, France right next to them. China and Russia next to one another (Belarus not far behind), Ukraine next to them. Spain, Romano, Switzerland, Liechtenstein and the other European nation sat in a row, while Japan sat silently in between Turkey and Greece. Up near the altar, Germany and Prussia stood next to each other in their suits while Belgium and Italy stood on the other side, in dresses. Italy waved at Germany, who only blushed because of his dress. Austria stood nervously to one side, his formal military uniform pressed and perfect. A single rose was in his front jacket pocket.
Hungary could only gaze, he was handsome as ever. She slipped inside the room again and waited in silence.
Finally, she would marry Austria.
They would have a family.
They would live forever, watching their countries develop.
They would love each other, forever.
Her heart beat faster, when she left the room everything would change.
…
Austria shifted nervously while he stood at the front of the cathedral. He fixed his military uniform, the same one we wore during the war of Austrian succession. Of course, he had gotten it fixed and cleaned but the only thing that he did different was a single rose in his jacket. He looked in one of the windows of the cathedral, his curl stood up as always and his caramel brown hair fell around his face as always.
Austria sighed silently, when his lover would walk up that aisle, everything would change. His hands trembled softly, just like the day a few moths ago when he proposed, in front of the very cathedral that he stood in now.
His mind drifted to his memories, that morning just after they had gotten to the cathedral.
…
He walked into the room, to finish getting ready and he found his petite fiancé sitting on the ground, looking down.
"Elizaveta? What's wrong?" he said concerned, kneeling down to face her, "Do you feel sick?"
"No, I'm just…" she began to say. Tears filled her eyes, lips pouting slightly. She brought her knees to her chest, and buried her face in her knees.
"Just…what?"
She only looked down again.
"Please don't be afraid."
"What?" she said, looking up.
"Don't be afraid…remember what you said? That everything will be okay if we love each other. So, please…don't be afraid, to love me. "
Austria took her hand and helped her up.
He picked a small hard candy from his pocket; he unwrapped it and pushed it to her lips. She took it into her mouth and let the sugar stop her tears. He wiped her tears with his thumbs and said, "There we go…"
She smiled at her old Austria, always having hard candy in his pocket, "Thank you." she said quietly.
"I really do care about you…"
"I know, me too."
…
Austria was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard people sit down in their seats and the quartet begin to play. Ah, yes, he knew the piece well, Ave Maria, one of his favorite melodies. The violin strings vibrated slowly and softly, small noted resonated in the vast room, creating a sound that lightened his heart.
He trembled softly, the anxiety and stress all faded away. Nothing mattered anymore; it was just going to be him and Hungary, his wife.
The angelic bride floated down the aisle, simple red roses contrasted against her pure white dress. A virgin blush was hiding her veil, and her heart fluttered more and more with every step she took.
Ave María, gratia plena.
María, gratia plena…
The soft morning light shone through the windows and the cathedral's large door, making Hungary's supple skin glow with radiance.
Beautiful.
This was the only word that was on Austria's frozen mind.
Stunning…
Amazing…
Breath-taking…
He wanted to die a happy man there.
The audience gasped and sighed at the bride's beauty and watched her float down he aisle.
Before he knew it, this angel was in front of him, smiling ever so gently at him.
He felt as if he was blessed by god to have this woman looking at him. In awe, he smiled back.
Ave María, gratia plena.
María, gratia plena…
Ever so lightly, he raised the veil, revealing his new bride to his own eyes. Austria felt his heart beat uncontrollably at the sight of her, did he deserve something so fragile and beautiful?
Today, he would find out.
Together, they took each other's hands and stared straight into each other's eyes. Austria saw the same excitement in Hungary's eyes. Almost like fear, or anxiety.
The priest besides them spoke words of beauty; he blessed and wished them happiness in the presence of god. They kneeled in front of the altar and took the body and blood of their god, together.
And then, at last, it was time for the change of rings and vows.
The wise old priest fixed his glasses and said, "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.
May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years.
May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long
upon the earth. Treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves
often of what brought you together. Give the highest priority to the tenderness,
gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves.
When frustration, difficulties and fear assail your relationship,
as they threaten all relationships at one time or another,
remember to focus on what is right
between you, not only the part which seems wrong.
In this way, you can ride out the storms
when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives -
remembering that even if you lose sight
of it for a moment, the sun is still there.
And if each of you takes responsibility for the quality
of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight."
He turned to Austria and gave him a gesture to place the ring on Hungary's hand.
He took the shining ring from the small box that Sealand handed him and delicately slid it onto her hand, while repeating the vows they wrote.
"I, Roderich Edelstein, take you, Elizaveta Héderváry, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. You are now consecrated to me as my wife from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I ask you to be mine "
It was now Hungary's turn, she took the other ring and copied what Austria had done.
"I, Elizaveta Héderváry, take you, Roderich Edelstein, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. You are now consecrated to me as my husband from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I thee wed "
The small man smiled, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Austria turned to his new wife; he looked at her to ask her for permission. He was so flustered that even his ears were red. Hungary could only smile; she nodded slightly and leaned towards him.
His rosy cheeks became red when he saw his innocent wife smile and nod at him. He closed his eyes until they were the slightest bit open. Then when their lips met each other, Austria closed his eyes fully and felt his heart swell with happiness. Everyone in the room clapped when the two newly weds kissed.
Hungary and Austria broke the kiss and walked down the aisle into the sunset, where their new lives began.
Ave Maria
Mater Dei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
Ave Maria …
….
The room was dimly lit, soft piano music playing in the back ground. Candles stood in the middle of each table, pearl white dishes along with them. The whole room was alive with chatter and laughter, people smiling, catching up and toasting to the newlyweds. Austria and Hungary were at the front of the room, sitting at the table, made just for the two.
She held his hand tighter, "Can you believe it?"
He smiled, "It's almost unreal. We're married, but not as nations."
She leaned on his shoulder, letting the constant buzz of the room ring in between them
"I love you…"
Austria froze.
She just said that she loves him
She. Loves. Him.
What should he say? Tell her how you feel back! Tell her you love her! He had only told her once before that he loves her, it was on the night he proposed.
"I lo-"he began to say but was cut off by a deep voice in the room.
It was Germany; he stood up from seat and called everyone's attention. "At this time, I would like to give a toast to the newly weds, anyone who wishes to saw a few words please feel free to. I shall go first…"
Germany turned to Austria and Hungary, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his champagne lazily.
"Vetter, I want to wish you the best in your marriage. I know that you two will be happy in each other's presence. You two love each other, I know that. You will not find another woman like Elizaveta, she really is something special. I am sure that every other nation in this room is happy for both of you. Please, take care of one another. You two are meant for each other."
Claps echoed through the room, and Austria walked over to Germany to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hungary was surprised at this, Austria usually never showed his feelings so openly, but now he was smiling and hugging and kissing.
It was then announced that it was time for the newlywed's first dance.
Austria blushed softly when he was lightly pushed forward by Germany, but he still confidently walked towards the dance floor. Hungary followed, walking to the middle of the dim lighted room.
Slow vibrating notes and a waltz quietly played in the room, it was a soft melody, romantic and dream like.
He placed his hands on her waist shyly and another holding her hand. Slowly, they danced to the music, the candles making their skin glow dimly. After the music vibrated strongly, the full strings could be heard and it was almost painfully beautiful. The two lover's hearts fluttered, it was almost unreal. It was no longer filled with people, it was just them. It was just the two teenagers living in Holy Roman Empire's house.
It was just Roderich.
It was just Elizaveta.
It was just them.
Austria looked up from the spot on the floor that he had been staring at for the last few minutes and felt his stomach drop when he saw his wife's lovely face. Her eyes were half closed, tears running down a flushed cheek and her lips pulled into a smile, glowing with her own natural beauty.
He wiped her tears with his hand, and brought her head to his shoulder. Hungary smiled into his shoulder and cried joyously while still waltzing. She pulled him closer, closing the gap that kept them apart. Her own chest pressed against his, but he did not blush, because he took the movement as a sign of love.
When the song came near it's end, Hungary pressed her forehead to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. They both closed their eyes in response.
Tears came to the more sensitive guests and hearts were melted when they saw they two.
At last, the song ended and they two kissed shortly, before claps once again echoed in the room.
Through the night people drank and danced, blurred visions and laughter filled the room.
Austria sat with his fellow nations and did the same when suddenly he was pulled away by an unknown person. He struggled against the strong hand that covered his mouth and eyes but it was useless it was too strong. When he was let go, Austria turned quickly to find his old friend, Prussia smirking at him.
"Prussia? What in god's name do you want?"
"Jeeze," said the taller man, walking around him, "Just wanted to talk to ya for a sec! See that you're still a stuffed shirt even after ya married…"
Austria's eyebrows furrowed, "What is it?"
"Well~ I just came to give ya some advice…for tonight."
Tonight?
"W-what do you mean?" Austria said suddenly interested, he didn't want to ruin anything…
"I'm just saying that ya gotta keep your lady happy now that yer married. I mean, you're still a virgin, seriously…"
Austria blushed furiously. " How are you even sure of that!"
Prussia gave him a smirk and Austria only looked away, "So what if I am…" he said.
"Well, I'm not so sure if Liz over there is, what she already isn't? What if the other guy was better than you?"
Austria eye's opened wide. Would she still…love him, even if he wasn't so…good?
"Think about it," said Prussia, "you have to do everything to make that girl as happy as possible…"
Austria turned and saw Hungary chatting and laughing with her friends.
"I mean, ya love her, right?"
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