I'm ba-hack~! *tomato gets thrown at my face* Well okay, I deserved that one...

I know, I'm a horrible person for not updating for so long and I actually deserve a whole tomato-truck getting smashed into my face.

Anyway, please enjoy!^^

Germany and Hungary were standing at the altar at the end of the room. Hungary gave a nod and Austria, who was sitting at the organ started playing "Here comes the bride".

Hungary had insisted they'd go over the whole process before the big day, so everyone had assembled at the large cathedral at the back of the mansion.

America, Japan, England, France, Canada and Spain were all positioned at the stairs, leading up to the altar, all dressed in handsome suits. Hungary rushed up and down the stairs and checked each mens posture until she was saitsfied, then went back to her place in front of Germany. "The bride will enter now!" she called out to the big, high double doors at the other end of the room.

Two soldiers, positioned on either side of the door, pulled the doors open. With a graceful skip in his steps, Italy entered the hall and made his way through and up the stairs. Germany couldn't help but smile warmly at his soon-to-be bride. Italy took his place at Germanys side and smiled back at him, with a warm glance in his eyes. "Now, I'll say a few words and then you two will exchange vows." Hungary continued her explanation. "Germany, you the get the ring forn your best man." Germany nodded and tunred around, but then frowned when he noticed Prussia wasn't there. He raised a brow in confusion and turned back to the others.

"Hey, has anybody seen Prussia?" All of a sudden, the double doors flew open with a crash and Prussia was standing at the entrance, a determined and angry look on his face.

"I'm right here! I'm not going to stand next to him!" he said loudly, taking a few steps into the room. "And neizher should jou, bruder!" Germany stared in shock at what his big brother had just said. He gave Italy an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I don't know vhy he's acting like zhis." Italy huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes.

"Maybe we should-a just-a ignore him-a."

"Nein! Jou have to listen to me!" Prussia shouted, shaking with rage. England left his place, rushed over to Prussia and carefully laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked in a cautious tone, as if he was afraid the albino would lash out on him at any moment. Prussia snorted and shook Englands hand off.

"I'm fine!"

"Ya' sure 'bout that, dude?" America, who had suddenly also appeared on Prussias side, asked. Prussia just shoved him aside and marched forward towards the altar.

"I have somezhing to say!" he announced. The others exchanged worried glances, but Prussia just ignored all of them and pointed right at Italy. "He's evil!" Italy took a frightened step back and Germany immediately stood in front of him, a protective look on his face. Everyone broke out in puzzled mumblings and unbelieving frowning, even the soldiers at the door.

Prussia just kept on talking, still pointing and closing in at Italy, urging him backwards when he did so. "He's been horrible to all of us since ve arrived here, he's obviously done somezhing to Romano and if zhat vasn't enough, I saw him forcefeeding some kind of poison to my little brozher zhat made his eyes go freaky!"

By now, everyone was staring at Prussia and Italy. Prussia leaned into the smaller italian threatiningly. "Vhat? Cat got jour tounge?" he sneered at Italy, who still had a look of fright on his face and hadn't said anything at all, up until now. Italy started shaking. Tears began to roll down his face. All of a sudden, the little man started crying.

"Why-a are-a you doing-a this to me-a?" he sobbed loudly and rushed past Prussia down the hall.

"Because jou're evil!" Prussia shouted after him. To emphazise his words, he ran after Italy until the still crying boy darted out of the door and then shouted after him again. "Evil! And if I don't stop jou, jou're going to ruin my little bozhers life!"

Everyone else's jaws dropped to the floor at that last sentence, the best men exchanging shocked and worried glances. Prussia grinned in victory, turned around and walked in again, attempting to receive the praise and thanks, the others would surely give him, when he suddenly bumped into someone.

Prussia looked up and gulped heavily, when he saw Germany hovering above him, a furious look on his face. Prussia chuckled nervously and tried to make a joke to resolve the situation, but Germany wouldn't even let him start.

"Gilbert," Germany said in a dangerously low and quiet voice,"vould jou perhaps vant to know, vhy my eyes "vent all freaky"?" Prussia couldn't help but gulp again. It was a really bad sign when Germany called him by his true name. He flinched, when his brother suddenly started shouting. "Because ever since I've been assigned to managing all of zhe security issues, I've been getting terrible migraines! Italy vasn't poisioning me, he vas just giving me some medicine to heal me!" Prussia wanted to say something but Germany just kept shouting at him at inhuman volume.

"And zhe reason Romano didn't come to zhis vedding, is because, like everyone in zhis room knows, he for some reason hates my guts!" Germany had leaned in to Prussia during shouting so they were now face-to-face. The others watched them anxiously from afar. "And if he hasn't been on his best behavious vizh jou, or jour friends, is because wizh me being so busy, he's had to make all zhe decisions abou zhe vedding himself!" Prussias confidence had crumbled to bits by now.

"I vas just trying to-" he started in a pathetic small voice, but Germany didn't even hear him.

"He's completely stressed out, because it's really important to him, zhat our big day be perfect!" Germanys eyes turned to slits. "Somezhing zhat obviously vasn't important to jou." he ended in a cold voice. Then all of a sudden, Germany gave a pained groan and pressed a hand to his head. Prussia reached out to help him, but Germany just slapped his hand away.

"Now, if jou'll excuse me," he hissed making his way o the door. "I have to go and comfort my bride."

Prussia didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth, but no words would come out, so he closed it again and just stood there. Just when he was about to go after Germany, the blonde stopped at the door and looked at Prussia again, his features cold. "And jou can forget about being my best man!" Germany lowered his head. "In fact, if I vere jou, I vouldn't show up to zhe vedding at all."

Without another word, Germany exited the room, leaving Prussia to stare after him in shock. The ex-nation turned around to his friends, hoping to find someone, anyone, who wasn't thinking he was the biggest jerk in the world by now. But all he could see in their faces was pure coldness and dissapointment.

After a while of silence France cleared his throat. "Vell, mes amis," he said in a restricted tone, "ve should go check on Italy too." The others nodded in agreement. Without casting another look at Prussia, they walked around him and out of the room.

"I knew it was a mistake to invite you." Hungary said calmly, when she passed Prussia, not even looking at him when she said so. Prussia watched them all go in despair. He heard a shuffling sound behind him and turned to see it was England, who seemed uncertain what to do. Prussia gave a pleading look to his boyfriend.

"Babe...please." he begged, tears in his red eyes. England took a hestitant step forward. Then he sighed and shook his head.

"You have a lot to think about." he said in the same calm tone Hungary had used before and left the room as well, leaving Prussia all alone.

Prussia stood there for a while and just stared at the now closed doors. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. "Maybe I vas being overprotective." he spoke quietly to himself, seating himself on the stairs to the altar. "I could've gained a brozher more, but instead, I lost zhe one I already had." The albino buried his head in his hands and let the tears flow freely. He didn't care who'd see him right now. All he could think about was Germanys cold look back then.

He didn't know how long he was sitting there, drowning in self-pity. Eventually, he heard footsteps behind him and then, he felt a small hand being placed on his shoulder, stroking him comfortingly. He looked up in hope of seeing England, but who he saw was Italy, looking down at him with a warm and understanding smile on his face.

Prussia slowly turned around from where he was sitting and wiped his face with his sleeve. "I...I'm sorry." he sniffed, looking up at Italy.

Italy just nodded, then suddenly his smile turned into a snarl. "You will be." he spat in a hateful voice. Prussia gasped in shock and tried to jump up, but Italys soft stroking on his shoulder turned into an iron grip, keeping him in place.

Without a warning, Italy pulled a syringe out of his pocket with his other arm, and violently stabbed it into Prussias right shoulder blade. Prussia screamed in pain and yanked himself free, but the moment he jumped up, he felt a sudden heaviness take over his entire body. He tried desperately to hold himself up, but it was for naught. With a heavy groan, the albino collapsed to the floor and passed out. The last thing he saw was a strange gleam of purple in Italys eyes.

Dun-dun-duuuunn!

Oh noes! What will happen now? Who is that person? And why am I talking like that?

So many questions...

Thanks for reading and R&R please!^^