Ladies and Gentlemen, so it has finally come to this!
The very! Last! Chapter! Of "A GerIta wedding!"
Will the good guys win?
Will Germany and Italy be reunited?
Let's find out!
Enjoy!
"Is everyone ready?" Prussia asked into the walkie-talkie in his hands. He and his unit were cowering on a hill, in the woods not far from the backside of Austrias mansion.
"Yup, just give us the order and we're good to go!" Americas cheerful voice answered. America and his army were positioned right in front of the mansion, a few yards away. Prussia nodded, grinning.
"Perfect! Austria, vhere's zhis 'secret entrance', jou vere talking about?" Austria frowned a bit.
"Um, it's not really a secret entrance, it's just a little back entrance."
"Nah, I'll go vizh secret entrance, sounds vay more awesome."
"Could we please focus on the mission again?" Hungary asked, rolling her eyes.
"Si, the pretty lady is-a right!" Romano said, winking at Hungary flirtatiously. The female warrior just rolled her eyes again and Spain puffed his cheeks out in jealousy. Prussia turned to the walkie-talkie again.
"Alright, Herr American, make some noise!"
"Gotcha!" America responded.
A few moments later, a variety of furious battle cries could be heard, as America and his army of soldiers and countries stormed onto the mansion. Not long after that, the wild screeches and howls of the black Noppera chimed in too.
Prussia smirked and motioned the other behind him to follow. As quietly as possible, the group made their way through the garden, careful not to bump into some lonely black Noppera who might have been left behind in the heat of the moment. When they reached their destination, Austria took the lead. Scraping away some ivy, he showed them to a really old looking wood-door.
Prussia smirked and gave the aristocrat a thumps up. He turned around to the other again.
"Alright, from here alvays keep jour guns up. Jou'll never know if one of zhose psychos isn't around."
The others nodded and took their assault rifle from their backs. The door creaked a bit, when Prussia opened it. The group made their way through the abandoned storage into the long halls. Prussia gave Austria a hand sign to take the lead again. The brunette nodded quietly and moved forward.
America had done a god job distracting the enemy. Almost none of the black Nopperras were in the mansion anymore and those who were seemed to just shuffle through the halls.
On a counter, Austria motioned for the others to wait and cautiously peaked around then.
"Zhis should be zhe fastest vay to zhe cazhedral." he informed Prussia quietly. When he saw Prussia was frowning, he raised an eyebrow. "Vhat is it?"
"Zhis...has been vay to easy." Prussia muttered. His long experience as a soldier told him something was off. Was this a trap? Then again...the enemy didn't even knew they were here right? So there wasn't any risk, wasn't it?
Prussia noticed the others shuffling behind him nervously. He would have to make a decision and quick.
Shaking off the uneasy feeling in his gut, he gave the hand sign to follow him and together they silently moved along. They had made it halfway across, when suddenly, a red lighting struck into the floor right in front of Prussia, who jumped back in surprise.
Everyone immediately raised their rifles. Prussia squinted his eyes together to see something through all the smoke. But when he saw what was going on, he wished he didn't.
Standing right in front of him, a triumphant smirk on his face and a battalion of black Nopperas behind him, was 2PJapan.
"Werr, werr, werr, what do we have here?" he sneered, provokingly walking towards the small unit, one hand resting on his katana. "And here I thought something was a rittre bit off. Ruckiry I've decided to patror these harrs, arong with a few friends."
Prussia gritted his teeth and aimed his rifle at the smaller man.
"One step closer and jou'll be sviss cheese!" he threatened.
2PJapan snorted at that.
"I berieve it would be wise, if you put down that dangerous toy of yours. Someone might get hurt. Besides, you're outnumbered. If you surrender now, I might even consider kirring you fast."
"We'd rather die then giving up without a fight!" Hungary shouted. Italy nodded fiercely at this, shaking.
"S-Si! I won't-a abandon Germany like-a this!"
"B-But we're always-a open to options!" Romano chimed in fast, ignoring the glares the others threw at him, except Spain of course.
2PJapan shrugged. "Very werr. Shoot yourserfes."
Without a warning, he suddenly lunged forward and struck his blade toward Prussia. The albino managed to counter the attack at the last moment with his rifle.
This gave the others the sign to fight. In a minute the sounds of the rifles and the growls of the black Noppera filled the halls.
While the others threw themselves at their alien offenders, Prussia and 2PJapan were engaged in a heated one-on-one battle. Japan made one strike after another, trying to maneuver the rifle out of Prussias hand, but the albino was fast and managed to duck all of the attacks. He tried firing at Japan, but the black-haired man was to close for him to properly take aim.
Eventually Prussia made a desperate move and simply tackled his opponent. He managed to wrestle the other man to the ground and even made him lose his Katana, but 2PJapan also had managed to kick Prussias rifle away while they were falling.
Prussia did his best to overcome the other man, but 2PJapan was in his element now. Using an old judo technique, he pinned Prussia to the ground and held him in a choker hold.
"You know," he whispered into Prussias ear, while applying more and more pressure on the albinos throat. "Maybe I won't kirr you just now. Maybe I'rr just cut off your air suppry until you can no ronger move and then drag you into the cathedrar, so you can watch your little brother dying, arong with the rest of your friends. How does that sound, hm?"
Prussia gasped for air, already seeing dark spots.
"Hands-a off my future brother-in-law!" Italy suddenly appeared from behind and struck 2PJapan in the back of his neck with his rifle, hard. The black-haired man gasped and collapsed onto Prussia, completely knocked out.
Prussia coughed and rolled 2PJapan of him.
"Nice strike, Ita-chan." he smirked, his voice still a little raspy. Italy smiled wildly and gave a salute.
"Thanks! Although, it-a kinda hurt me to do that to Japan-a..."
"Zhat isn't Japan." Prussia pointed out. He jumped to his feet and took his rifle again. "And zhe guy in zhe cazhedral isn't jou, yet he dared to claim Germany for himself."
Prussia gave Italy a big grin and reloaded his rifle. "Looks like ve gotta teach him a lesson. Vanna join?"
Italy nodded eagerly, also raising his weapon. "Like hell am-a I going to miss this!"
Together they whipped around, ready to lunge themselves into battle, only to discover the Noppera 2PJapan had brought were all lying on the ground, apparently knocked out. Prussia grinned at Hungary.
"Hey, no fair! Jou didn't leave any of zhem for me and Ita-chan!"
Hungary merely shrugged, also grinning. "Sorry, you seemed pretty busy, so we thought we might as well take care of everything, while you were getting you ass saved."
Prussia cleared his throat, blushing slightly. "V-Vell, vhatever, ve have to move on now."
"Oh, I don't zhink so."
Everyones heads whipped around at once. 2PGermany was standing were 2PJapan had stood moments ago. Only that his Noppera escort was way bigger then the others. They filled up the entire floor behind him.
At the sight of the unconscious 2PJapan, 2PGermany shook his head in resignation. "As I zhought. Damn chinky eyes can't do shit on his own."
Italy gasped t this in shock, tears welling up in his eyes. "How can-a you be so cruel! He's-a your friend, isn't he?"
2PGermany gave a cold laugh at this, making the group in front of him flinch.
"Friend? Oh zhat's good!" he snickered, wiping a tear from his eyes. Then he faced them directly and made them shiver again at the menacing look on his eyes. "If it vas me lying zhere, he'd propaby vouldn't give a shit. He'd even stab me in zhe sides a few times, if he'd be in zhe mood for it. He's my ally. Zhat doesn't make him my friend."
Italys eyes shook. He tried to hold himself back from crying. He just couldn't handle how this man said such horrible things with Germanys voice. Prussia felt the same. The ex-nation made a harsh step forward and aimed his rifle at the scarred man.
"Don't fucking say zhat in his voice!" he hissed. "Move aside, or I'll make sure jou'll be zhe next one to hit zhe floor."
2PGermanys face showed nothing but mild amusement.
"It's my voice too, jou know." he chuckled. "And if I vas jou, I'd razher do a quick count, zhen making empty threats. I've done a quick calculation vhile ve vere talking and zhe situation isn't to jour liking at all. By zhe look of how many Nopperas lie on zhe ground before me, I'd say jour close to being out of bullets. Isn't zhat right?"
Prussias eyes widened at this. He kept his ground stoically, but his thoughts were racing. A quick look behind at the distraught and realizing faces of his unit told him everything. For a moments his hands shook and he thought bout just shooting the man in front of him here and now, but his self-control got the better of him.
Reluctantly Prussia let go of his weapon and raised his hands over his head. Clacking sounds from behind told him the others must have done the same.
2PGermany smirked.
"Vhy not in zhe first place?" He turned his head around to the Noppera. "Zhrough zhem in zhe prison cells. Except for zhose two." He pointed at Italy and Prussia. "Zhe boss vants to talk to zhem."
~At the cathedral~
2PItaly turned around from where he was watching the portal when the double doors behind him got opened and 2PGermany stepped in. The purple-eyed man smirked when he noticed Italy and Prussia, closely guarded by two black Nopperas.
"You do-a realize the reception's been-a canceled, do you?" he sneered, slowly walking down the steps towards his prisoners. Prussia and Italy glared at him.
"Don't-a think-a yourself too sure!" Italy said bravely. "Our friends are-a out there with an army, and-a they will-"
The doors were swung open once again and America, Japan, France and Canada were forcibly shoved in by some black Noppera. All of them looked pretty beaten up
"You were-a saying?" 2PItaly asked his counterpart, his smirk widening. America threw an apologetic glance at Prussia.
"Sorry dude, they were just to many."
2PItaly chuckled darkly. Then he turned to the Noppera and 2PGermany. "You may-a go now. Search-a the barracks for soldiers and-a if you find some, imprison them."
2P Germany nodded and gave the Noppera a quick wave of the hand. The Noppera followed him out of the room and the doors closed behind them.
2PItaly chuckled darkly again and slowly strove towards his prisoners.
"It's-a funny, really." he snickered. "Prussia here (he put a hand on Prussias shoulder, who shook it off with a look of pure rage and disgust) was-a suspicious of my behavior all along. Too bad the rest of you was-a so caught up in your wedding plans to realize his-a suspicions were correct-a." While saying this, 2PItaly paced around the room, finally stopping at one of the huge windows.
America looked at Prussia again, sadness in his eyes. "Sorry, Prussia. We should've listened to ya' dude."
"It's not jour fault." Prussia answered, smiling slightly. He turned his head towards 2PItaly and frowned again. "He fooled everybody."
2PItaly smirked.
"I did, didn't I?" he smirked, turning around and looking out of the window, hands folded behind his back. His eyes shone with cruel delight at the sight of hundreds of human soldiers and countries being escorted to the prison cells by black Noppera.
"Hah, this-a day has-a been just perfect! Soon we'll control Austria and-a then the whole world!" he mused to himself, not taking his eyes off the scene even once.
Prussia noticing 2PItaly wasn't paying attention to them any more, gave Italy a quick nudge with his elbow. When Italy looked at him, Prussia nodded over to the altar where Germany was standing. "Quick! Go to him, vhile jou still have a chance!"
Italy understood and nodded, desperation in his eyes.
Fast, but carefully, to not to stir his evil twin, Italy paced towards the altar, climbing up the steps in a second. Germany was standing there, completely still and with numb eyes. Italy felt tears running down his cheeks at seeing his lover like this.
He stroke the blondes cheek a few times, then moved closer and hugged him, crying. "Please. Come back-a to me." Italy whispered into Germanys ear, pressing himself closer to the man.
At first, nothing happened. But then, ever so slowly, Germany blinked his eyes a few times, then groaned and put a hand to his head. Italy slowly pulled away and smiled at Germany widely.
"H-Huh? Is zhe vedding over?" Germany asked, still a bit dazed.
At the sound of Germanys voice, 2PItaly turned around and chuckled.
"It's-a all over." he announced, smirking.
"Germany! Zhe collar around jour neck! Take it off!" Prussia shouted from the other end of the cathedral. 2PItaly laughed at that.
"I wouldn't try that-a. Besides-a the invasion of-a your world is already in full motion."
Germanys eyes widened at this.
"No!" he exclaimed, trying to pry the collar way. The collar glowed in a red light as soon as Germany touched it and began to give him electric shocks. Germany gasped in pain, dropping to his knees. Italy dove down to kneel beside him, looking his love over with anxious eyes.
Germany turned to face Italy. His eyes were full of sorrow.
"Italy...I'm sorry. I don't have zhe strength to rip it off."
Italy smiled softly and put a hand on Germanys cheek.
"Then I will lend-a you my strength to do it."
"What a lovely, but utterly ridiculous sentiment-a." 2PItaly said derisingly and turned to look out the window again.
Italy didn't pay any attention to him. Slowly, but firmly, he took Germanys big hands into his smaller ones and let them towards the collar. Both of them laid their hands on it at the same time. The collar started shocking them both immediately, but neither of them gave in to the pain. Smiling softly, but painfully at each other, Germany and Italy continued to pull. At that very moment, the two seemed to be surrounded by a warm, golden light.
Whether it was the pressure of two people pulling at the same time or really the strength of their love for each other, suddenly, a slight rip appeared on the collar. 2PItaly felt a weird sting in the back of his neck and turned around.
His eyes widened, when he saw what was going on.
"No!" he screamed, extending his hand as if to stop the two, but it was too late. With a final 'rrriip', the collar was torn into two pieces.
The portal started making weird thundering sounds, that shook the whole room. Lightning struck out of it into various directions and then, suddenly the whole portal turned into a huge plughole, sucking in everything around it.
Prussia, America, Canada, France and Japan simultaneously dropped to the floor and grabbed onto the carpet. 2PItaly, who couldn't find something to hold onto in time, was sucked in in a matter of seconds, screaming curses at all of them until the portal mute his voice.
With a huge flash of light, the portal vanished.
Italy and Germany, who had held in a tight embrace the whole time, pulled away from each other and smiled.
Prussia rushed over to England and quickly untied the gag and the ropes, binding his boyfriend to the column.
"Don't worry about me." England smiled at Prussia, once he was freed. "I'm fine. You have a real wedding to put together."
Prussia smiled back and chuckled. "Jes, I suppose I have to."
With the destruction of the portal, the black Noppera, as well as the other 2Pnations, had disappeared at once. Thrown back into their own world or simply sucked into infinity, nobody could say.
Once the prisoners in their cells had been freed, the real work started again. Everyone helped where they could. The decorations were brought up again, fresh food was made and the reception was put up. Finally, all preparations were finished. The big day had come.
Everyone was silent. The audience stared at the double doors in anticipation. The best men, together with Germany and Hungary were positioned at the altar.
Prussia threw a last quick glance at Germany, frowned when he saw his little brothers tie was a bit off and quickly fixed it, with a satisfied grin. Germany gave him a thankful smile, then turned his head towards the door again.
Hungary nodded over to Austria. Austria smiled and started playing "Here comes the bride". The doors slowly swung open to reveal a widely smiling Italy in his wonderful dark-blue suit. Gracefully, he walked through between the banks towards the altar.
Prussia nudged Germany in the side, grinning.
"Seriously zhough, I get vhy an evil, psychotic tvin of Italy vanted to be vizh jou, but how did jou get zhe real one to marry jou?"
Germany smiled.
"I told him he vouldn't just be gaining a husband, he'd be getting a pretty awesome big brozher too."
Prussia chuckled heartily at that.
Italy made the last few steps up the stairs and took his place beside Germany, smiling at him when he did so. Germany smiled back and they both turned to Hungary who tried to hold in the fat tears of joy in her eyes.
She cleared her throat and began the ceremony.
"My dear friends, we are gathered here today, to celebrate the union of the real Repupplica Italiana-"
"Just-a Italy is-a fine." Italy interrupted, smiling. Hungary looked at him, amused.
"The union of Italy and Germany. The strength of their commitment is clear, the power of their love undeniable." Hungary turned to Prussia. "May we have the rings, please?" Prussia nodded and handed her the pillow with the small two golden rings on it, with a smile.
Hungary thankfully took them from him and turned to Germany and Italy again. She took the rings and placed them on both of their fingers.
"I hereby pronounce you bride and husband." Hungary ended, solemnly.
The crowd began to cheer at the top of their lungs, throwing confetti into the air and applauding the freshly married couple.
Germany and Italy waved to the crowd, standing their hand in hand and looking like this was the happiest moment of their lives. Well, probably because it was.
Hungary laid a hand on Prussias shoulder.
"This is your victory as much as theirs. You persisted in the face of doubt and your actions led to you being able to bring the real Italy back to us. Learning to trust your instincts, is a valuable lesson to learn." Prussia smiled at her thankfully.
Germany and Italy turned to each other and kissed.
America nudged England in the rips softly.
"Yo, Iggy! That's your cue!"
England snapped out of his happy gaze and quickly clapped his hands together.
Over the altar, fireworks in all colors and sizes began to go off, bathing Germany and Italy in their light. The crowd awed at this beautiful display of colors.
After that, the reception started. Spain had strung up all of his pinatas again. Germany and Italy hit theirs straight on, both holding onto the same bat. The majority of the guests needed more then five tries to smash their pinatas.
Everyone went into the garden after that, were a huge stage with musicians was build up, as well as a banquet and a dance floor. Italy immediately rushed over to the dance floor, pulling a flushed Germany with him. The two of them danced close to one another, seemingly having forgotten the world around them.
When the first dance ended, Prussia jumped onto the stage and loudly sang "Welcome to the family" by Little big town. Through the whole song, Germany hid his face in his hand, completely embarrassed, while Italy just hummed along happily, not really seeming to understand what the song was about at all.
Eventually, the time had come for the couple to drive into their honey moon. Under the chhers and applauds of their friends and family, Italy and Germany went over to the big white limousine that had a "Just married" sign attached to it.
Prussia escorted them and opened the car door for Italy to climb in. When it was Germany turn to enter the limousine, he stopped for a while and turned to Prussia, smiling.
"None of zhis vould have been possible, vizhout jou, bruder. I love jou, Prussia."
Prussia smirked and pulled his little brother into a firm hug.
"Love jou too, drinking buddy."
Germany chuckled at that. Pulling away, he took his seat in the limousine and smiled at Italy.
"Ready to go?" he asked. Italy nodded happily, but then gasped.
"Oh! I almost forgot-a!"
He took the bridal bouquet and with a happy laugh tossed it over his back, into the crowd.
A few people stretched their hands out, but then France pushed through the crowd like a maniac and caught it in the air with a hysterical "It's mine!"
Prussia watched the car disappear into the horizon, his friends gathering up behind him.
"Now zhis vas an awesome wedding." he said, smirking.
*Sniff* *Sniff*
I-I promised myself I wouldn't cry and now look at me...
Anyways, thanks to all of you, for reading this and putting up with my shit until the very end.
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