Um, hey guys^^'' I know you're probably mad at me for not updating this story for so long, but please don't yell at me, okay? I'm doing my best over here, it's just that there are tons of exams right know, so most of my free-time goes to studying. Like I said, sorry^^''
Anyways, let's get on with the story!
Prussia was leaning on the kitchen wall, a grumpy look on his face and a checklist and a pen in his hands.
After the events that had occured shortly before, Prussia was once again in a very foul mood. Although the butler who had taken a quick look at his nose on Germanys demand said it wasn't broken, Prussia still felt like every bone was going crunch-crunch whenever he wrinkled his nose. Since he didn't have any specific duties, being the best man and all, he had decided to help with the preparations where he could, to distract himself from the pain.
Right now, he was helping France with the food preparations. Hungary had provided France with the best of her cooks, so he didn't had to do everything on his own. Everyone in the kitchen was running around wildly, checking different meals here and there, and adding or taking sugar, salt or whatever was needed.
However, despite all of the support he was getting, France was still the most stressed out. Just looking at him buzzing back and forth in the large room was making Prussia feel nervous. Right now, the frenchman was fiddling with the icing on the wedding cake. When he was finally satisfied, he wiped the sweat from his brow and turned his head over to Prussia. "Cake!"
"Check." Prussia said in an indifferent tone and made a hook on his list. If France had noticed how annoyed the albino sounded, he wasn't showing. Instantly he rushed over to an almost finished ice sculpture. Seeing the assistents working in an agonizing slow pace, France only snorted impatiently. Without a warning he wretched the tools out of their hands and added the last steps himself, at almost inhuman speed, mind you.
"Ice sculpture!" he shouted, already off again.
"Check." France made a hard brake in front of the oven, which had just announced with a 'ping' that the cupcakes were ready. France pulled the door open, took the tray with the baked gods in his hands and walked over to Prussia.
"Best bakeries any human being 'as ever tasted!" he said in a normal voice, took one of the Cupcakes and shoved it into Prussias mouth. Prussia gave a surprised cough but finished eating it nonetheless. His face lit up immediately.
"Mmmm! Check!" he announced, with his mouth still full. France grinned in complacency, then ran off again. Prussia heard strange sounds coming from his right. When he looked, he spotted America, leaning on a counter and playing with the wedding cake figures. The figures of course, were made to look like Germany and Italy, but in beautiful suits.
"I love you, Italy! I love you two Germany!" America mimicked the voices of the two. He pressed the faces off the figures together and started making wet kissing sounds, giggling. Prussia huffed in annoyance. He quickly walked over to the american boy and snapped the little figures out of his hands.
"Zhese are going on zhe cake!" he snapped at the surprised face of America. America was about to say something, when suddenly the door to the kitchen swung open. France turned away from his previous task and smiled when he recognized Italy.
"Ah, Italy! Bon jour!" Italy made a face at Frances casual greeting.
"Please, call-a me 'Reppublica Italiana'!" he stated in a cold voice. Prussia rolled his eyes.
France just kept smiling and ruffled Italys hair. "Bon jour Reppublica Italiana." Italy looked up at France with an angry expression on his face. "I'm guessing you came 'ere to check on zhe food, non?" Italy gave a forced looking smile.
"Si, indeed I have-a." France turned around and led the smaller country to the freshly maked cupcakes he made Prussia eat just awhile ago. As soon as France wasn't facing him anymore, Italys face dropped into an annoyed frown as he followed the still chattering frenchman. Prussia followed both of them with his eyes. France took the tray and held it out to Italy, who took one of the Cupcakes on the tray and gave it a single bite.
"P-Perfecto! I absolutely love-a them." he force-smiled at France, who simply nodded, satisfied and put the tray back on the table. Prussias frown deepened upon watching this scene.
"Ah, I almost forgot!" France called out. He rustled through the food on the table and then handed a big lunchbox to Italy. "I've prepared a few little goods for you to take!" Italy seemed to have trouble holding his smile up. With a cramp-like grin on his face, he accepted the lunchbox and headed back to the door. France nodded in approval and went back to his kitchen work. "And make sure you eat all of it, cher! After all, I don't want zhe bride starving 'imself to death because of to much work, non?" he chattered, even though his back was to Italy now. Prussia followed Italy with his eyes as he arrived at the door. The italian wasn't even listening to France anymore. When he was almost out of the room, he threw the lunchbox in the trashcan. Prussia gasped in shock, but Italy had already left. The albino turned around to America.
"H-Hey! Did jou see vhat he-?" But America was already playing with the figures again. Prussia gave an annoyed sigh. He turned back and gave the now shut door anunbelieving frown.
"I can't belive how he acted back zhere!" Prussia shouted in anger. Seeing how most of the food was now taken care off, France had decided to work on the bride and grooms outfit and headed back to his room, followed by a very pissed of Prussia, who was now pacing around the room, yelling. Surprisingly enough, France managed to blend the most part of Prussias blabbering out, and concentrate on his work. Prussia didn't notice this of course, and simply kept talking. "I don't know vhen he changed, but he definitely changed! 'Please, call me Reppublica Italiana.'" Prussia imitated the italians arrogant tone.
"Did-a I hear-a someone say my name-a?" Someone called from the door. France jumped at the voice and immediately darted off to the door, almost knocking over Prussia in the progress.
"Italy, it's you! Well first, let me just say what an honor it is to me, to play a role in such a momentous moment of your life. Haaa, I remember vhen you used to be so small and cute and now you are marrying!" Frances face became distant, as if he was looking back at past times. Italy rolled his eyes and just sidestepped the frenchman, letting himself into the room.
"Is my suit-a ready?" he asked in an annoyed voice. France quickly snapped out of his daze and hurried over to Italy.
"Oui, mon cher. It is right 'ere. I've been working on it ever since I was given zhe assignment and I zhink you will be very pleased by zhe results." France pointed at a mannequin at the back of the room. The suit the doll was wearing was beyond gorgeous. It was shining dark-blue, with a perfectly white shirt and an elegant black tie. Italy frowned.
"Blue?" he asked. France smiled dropped a little.
"D-Don't you like it? I think zhis color looks so good on you Italy." Italy crossed his arms and looked a t France.
"No, I don't-a like it. I was-a hoping for a more-a elite look-a. And it should-a be a different color." France smile had completely vanished by the time Italy had finished speaking.
"O-Oh? And vhat color did you 'ave in mind?" Italy thought for a bit.
"Light-brown. Prefential with a black tie." France gave a very confused look.
"Light brown? Are you sure? Zhis color is a bit...unusual for a wedding suit."
"It's not just unusual, it's downright shitty."Prussia said. Italy threw a furious glance at the albino, who just returned the look without even flinching.
"I want-a a different color." Italy said, turning back to France. His look made clear that he wouldn't tolerate any talking back on Frances part. Looking a little sad, France scribbled Italys wishes down on a notebook and started working on a new suit. Italy smirked satisfied and left the room.
"Mein Gott, his offical name should be 'Repupplica Demandiana'." Prussia muttered to himself.
Since France would be needing a little time making a new suit, Prussia had left him, so he could work in peace. Prussia aimlessly wandered around in the halls, thinking about where to help next, when he spotted Spain. The spaniard was busy with pulling up a heavy-looking pinata up. Prussia smiled at Spains fruitless efforts and went over. "Need some help?" he asked. Spain turned his head and smiled when he saw who it was.
"Ah, si, gracias, that would be nice of you Prussia." Just when they'd managed to pull the pinata up, a polite but urgent cough was heard from behind them.
"And-a just what do you think-a you're doing?"Italy asked, hands on his hips in an angry manner. yelped and turned around but quickly came down at the sight of the italian.
"Ah, hola Italy!" Spain smiled and pointed at the mulit-colored hore hanging from the ceiling. "Pretty, don't you think? After the ceremony, you and Germany will be given blindfolds. And after you put them on, you have to trie and hit that pinata at the same time! As soon as you do that, we'll lower more pinatas, so all of the guests can have fun too! I think it's gonne be perfect, don't you think?"
Italy snorted. "Si, perfect! If we were celebrating a six-years-olds birthday party."
"Thank you!" Spain beamed. Prussia facepalmed.
"Put them down. If I come-a back later, I don't-a want-a too see a single horse hanging from the ceiling anymore." With that, Italy went further down the hall, leaving behind a very clueless looking Spain.
In the evening the preparations were finished. But since everyone was way to excited about the next day to go to bed, they had decided to meet up in one of the big dining halls in the mansion and eat dinner together. Prussia let himself slump into the chair at the head of the table. "Zhen I can guess vhat jou all are zhinking!" he announced, a huge grin on his face. "Italy is zhe worst bride-to-be ever!"
"What?" everyone asked simultaneously. Prussia raised an eyebrow at that.
"Who, me?" America squeaked, holding up the Italy figurine.
"Whatever are you talking about Prusse?" France asked. "Italy is an absolute gem! Your brozher is a very lucky man." Prussia couldn't believe his ears.
"Are jou fucking serious France? Didn't jou notice how demanding he vas back zhere?"
"Of course 'e was!" France responded, smiling. "Why shouldn't 'e expect zhe very best on 'is wedding day?"
"Oh yeah? Vhat if I told, zhat right after he said how 'perfecto' jour dishes are, he zhrew zhem in zhe trash?" Prussia countered. France just shrugged.
" 'E porpably just didn't want to hurt my feelings." Prussia clenched his teeth.
"No, he vas just being totally fake and insincere! Spain, jou had to notice how he treated you!" Spain shook his head.
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean with that Prussia."
"He told jou, jour party ideas vere crap!" Prussia said, getting more an more pissed by the minute.
"No, he merely said he wanted me to put the pinatas down." Spain said. "Now that I think about it, if I had left them hanging there, someone propably would have stolen them! Ahh~, that's Italy! Always so thoughtful about things!" Prussia groaned in annoyance and turned his head to England.
"Babe, at least jou do believe me, right?" England shook his head.
"Sorry Prussia, but I was too busy practicing my spell, to pay any attention to Italys bad attitute."
"H-He did raise his voice against one of the singers during rehearsal-" Canada stuttered. Prussias face lit up.
"See? Rude!"
"But he was really off-tune. All the others in the choir complained about it too." Canada finished his sentence. Prussias smiled dropped and he let himself fall back into the chair. France leaned over and laid a hand on his friends shoulder.
"Italy is about to get married, mon ami. I'm sure any negative behaviour 'e might be displaying is merely zhe result of nerves." Prussia angrily shook his hand off
"And I'm sure it's zhe result of him being a complete douchebag who doesn't even deserve knowing Germany, let alone marry him!" he shouted, jumping up and bringing his hands down on the table hard. Everyone gave Prussia a slightly anxious look.
"Dude, think maybe you're being, like, a little possesive towards your little brother?" America asked. The others nodded in agreement. Prussia slammed his fist on the top of the table in anger, making the tableware shake.
"I'm not being possesive! And I'm not taking it out on Italy! Jou're just to caught up in all of jour vedding preparations, to notice zheir shouldn't be a goddamn vedding at all!" he yelled. Without waiting for a response, the former nation stormed out of the hall, slamming the double doors behind him.
Okay, I think at this point, we all can say that this is totally not Italy^^'' But who could it be? Hehe, I already know, buuut I won't tell you! Maybe it's not even me writing this, who knows~
Review pretty please^^ or else I'll delete this story, muahahahaaa!
(Just kidding! Or am I~?)