Waaaaahhhh, Guyyys I'm so sorryyyy! Q_Q

I know I'm a horrible person for not updating so long, I'm really sorry! I won't make any excusions either, I'm a lazy-assed brat an that's that, not even I can deny that...

But more importantly, we're finally moving forward, isn't that exciting? Now, I bid a big applause for the most shitty version you've probably ever seen of "This Day Aria"!

(I altered the text a bit, meaning some of the lines are from the male version of "This Day Aria", some were modified by me, so they'd fit the setting better.)

Please enjoy!^^

"Italy" was standing in front of a mirror, his light-brown wedding-suit out on, smiling crookedly. Finally the day had come. The day of the wedding.

"This day is going to be perfect! The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small!" he sang, adjusting his tie.

"All these countries'll think I'm cute, say I look lovely in my suit." he chanted, pacing around the room, imagining all of the faces that would be made with a grin.

"What they don't know is that I have fooled them all!" he ended, his grin turning malicious and triumphant, his eyes suddenly flashing a cruel purple.

Meanwhile, in the underground, Prussia, Romano and Italy were running as fast as they could always keeping their eyes open for the exit.

"This day was going to be perfect, the kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small." Italy sang, with a sad voice.

"But instead of having cake, with all my friends to celebrate, my wedding bells may never ring for me at all..." he ended, tears in his eyes.

Romano gave his brother a reassuring look and clasped a hand on his shoulder.

"I care not a thing about the ring, I won't partaking any cake!," the other Italy sang evily, kicking a little table with flowers on it down.

"Vows, I'll be lying when I say, that through any kind of weather, I want us to be together!" he sang on, leaning on the mannquin who had carried his suit before and stroking it lovingly.

His smile turned malicious again and he shoved the doll over. "The truth is I don't care for him at all!"

"No, I do not love the groom, in my heart there is no room!" he sang, putting a hand to his chest to emphazise his point.

"But I still want him to be, all mine!" he boomed, grinning cruelly.

"We must escape before it's to late, find a way to save the day," the real Italy sang anxiously, running alongside his older brother and Prussia, frantically scanning the area around him for a door or anything that would lead them out of here.

"Hope, I'll be lying when I say: I fear that I may lose him, to one who wants to use him, not careful loving cherih him each day!"

Italy gasped, when he suddenly spotted a metal door in a niche to his right. He flung himself at it desperately, but it wouldn't move an inch.

"Oh I also love the groom, all my thoughts he does consume," he sang, crying, while he did.

Prussia, who had noticed Italy had retired into the niche, felt his heart break at the sight. He waved Romano over. Italy gleamed at the support and together they all threw themselves at the door, successfully breaking it down. Their efforts were rewarded. All of them almost scrreamed in victory, when they saw a long staircase, wounded around a stone pole.

"Oh, my dear Ludwig, I'll be there very soon!" Italy sang, newfounded confidence ringing in his voice.

Meanwhile in the cathedral the orchestra was playing a powerful tune. Hungary, Germany and the best men were standing at the altar. The benches were crowded with befriended countries of the soon-to-be-married couple.

The giant double doors swung open and the other Italy stepped in. "Finally the moment has arrived, for me to be one lucky bride!" he sang with devilish glee, while gracefully stepping towards the altar, all eyes fixed on him.

Prusia and the italian brothers were running at highspeed through the halls of the large mansion. Even from afar they could aleady hear the wedding had already begun.

"Oh the wedding we won't make, he'll end up marrying a fake!" Italy sang despair growing inside him. "My dear Ludwig will be-"

"-Mine, all mine!" the imposter sang, chuckling evilly, when he stepped onto the altar and took his place beside Germany.

Hungary smiled at the pair infront of her. She opened the bible in her hands. Everyone stood up from their benches.

When everyone was standing, Hungary started reciting: "My dear friends, you have come together in this church so that the Lord may seal and strengthen your love in the presence of the Church's minister and this community..."

Uhhhh, cliffhanger! o_o

Sorry this chapter's so short, I'll update faster this time.^^''