Title: The Bridal Shop
Summary: Ukraine is quite willing to follow her friend's advice for her wedding. Why not, if it helps?
Pairings: Ukraine/Estonia, implied Norway/Unknown
Disclaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and the 200 Phenomena in the City of Calgary are the creations of Hidekaz Himaruya and an unknown author respectively. I am merely a writer taking creative liberties.
[The style of this entry is much more informal, like it was written for someone in particular]
So you're getting married? Fudge, I know you call it hand-fastening, but that's fiddlesticks. It's a wedding, even if you're not wearing white. Matt says you should try this place on fourth southwest. The selection is shizzle and the staff is snotty, but they get all kinds of imported shizzle. Real weird Asian ju-ju, and we all know that that's more important than how you look in some photos you're never going to look at again in your life, right?
The secret is smell. Smell is really key for this kind of thing. If you haven't learned it already, you'll learn it soon. Smell tells you what kind of shizzle has been worked over on what you're about to wear. Avoid anything herbal. I know you dykes are wild about herbs and poultices and spices and all that shizzle, but that's just window dressing. No real powerful stuff is unrefined like that, especially the Asian imports. What you have in that scenario is some factory worker who's trying to pull a fast one by rubbing the thread with ginseng or something.
If I were you, I'd pick something that smells like fish. Fish means Dagon, God of Agriculture (which means prosperity) for the Canaanites and happiness for the Buddhists. Sure, it stinks, but I've smelled that vegan shizzle you people eat. You have no room to complain.
Ukraine giggled slightly guiltily at the letter in her hand. Although she had never taken such things seriously, she considered her marriage to her fiancé very important, and she was willing to try anything that would help it flow smoothly. Even if the suggestions in the letter sounded slightly out of the ordinary, she trusted the writer very much. He was, after all, the friend of a very pleasant person, and had gotten married himself, even if he pretended nonchalance. Her source knew the importance of such a ceremony.
Her phone rang. Although she normally ran to answer it, this time she let the machine get it. It was very well that she let people think she was absent during this particular excursion.
"Are you home, Miss Ukraine? I just wanted to ask if you have time tonight. I know a restaurant that just opened near my home, and the food it serves is excellent. Please answer at your convenience."
Ukraine smiled; she never tired of hearing her fiancé's smooth-flowing voice, with its endearing accent and economical pauses. It went well with his glasses and scholarly appearance, by all means. She was going to look rather out of place in their wedding ceremony, though…she hoped he would not object.
But of course; he never did, and nor did he ask too many questions. He was simply trusting, and Ukraine never tired of seeing those earnest eyes.
She picked up the phone and answered.
"I'm really sorry about this, Eduard, but today Natasha asked me to eat dinner and stay over with her. Can we meet tomorrow?"