I really do appreciate the heck out of everyone who has been reading and reviewing this. To show this appreciation I have made you all an illustration! Here's the link.

galacticglitter .deviantart art/Here-beside-ya-378471251

(You'll have to take the spaces out...sorry...)

It's posted on my brand new deviantart! (Finally got one.) My drawing style is simple and not dreadfully impressive (but you probably already figured that out by looking at the cover art) but hopefully it will still make you smile. Making my readers smile is always my goal.

Love all around!

The turquoise waters of Lake Louise glittered in the background of the outdoor chapel. Canada had been so appreciative that Finland was able to distinguish him from America that he agreed to perform the marriage ceremony for free.

"By the power invested in me by a parliament that consists mostly of maple syrup bottles, a couple of moose and some slices of extremely strange bacon, I now pronounce you man and m-...uhm...I now pronounce you… married!"

Finland beamed at the Magic 8 Ball down in his hands.

"We're married Magic 8 Ball! We're really married!"

-Yah.-

"I never believed that I'd ever find someone to be in true love with, and now I'm married to my true love! It's kind of like the ending of fairy tale, yah?"

-It is.-

"I suppose I should kiss ya now or something...if that's okay with ya."

-It is v'ry okay.-

"Ha ha! Alright then," Finland leaned down and placed a small, soft kiss on the sphere's plastic casing.

And then, following the flash of a bolt of lime green lightning, the Magic 8 Ball vanished into thin air.

"Wait, wha-? NO! NOT AGAIN! Eh-what's-? My hand is sparkling...why is my hand sparkl-there's a shiny cinnamon-scented wedding band on my finger now... MY EIGHT BALL TURNED INTO A RING? MAGIC 8 BALL, SPEAK TO ME! IS THAT YOU? EIGHT BALL!" Finland shouted at his left ring finger as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"Eight ba-?" Finland was struck speechless when he spun around and saw who was behind him.

No...it couldn't be.

"The sexy stranger from my-?"

But not a stranger. Finland took one look into those deep blue eyes and remembered...

...everything.

Finland gasped.

"Hey Finland! Are you going to play musical chairs with us Dude?"

"Umm, well, to be honest with ya-" Finland was secured in place on the sofa by the strong arms of a sleeping Sweden.

Not that he minded.

"-probably not. I wouldn't want to wake him up. He kind of looks too cute like this, yah know?"

"Ha ha ha! You old people are ridiculous! Good thing I'll never ever fall in love! Romance with the hero has to be desirably unattainable!" America laughed as he skipped off to join the rest of the world for a game of musical chairs.

Finland felt Sweden stir after a couple of minutes of music and shouting. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up on the sofa.

"'m sorry m' love. I didn't mean t' keep ya from playing."

"Ah! No worries. Why would I want to fight over an empty chair when the seat I really want is the one next to ya?"

"Hmm..." Sweden stretched his arms "I like that logic." He stood up and offered a hand to Finland. "Ya want t' get some more punch with me?"

"Sure!" Finland took his hand and stood up beside him as the sudden outbreak of a very loud argument turned their attention to the far side of the room.

"Get your bloody a(sphault) out of my chair you wanker!"

"Ha ha! No way Dude! I was so here first!"

"Your indigenous friends told you the same thing and you stuck them all on a reservation!"

"Dude! The start of that trend was all you Bro! I learned from your bad example, because The Hero could never come up with bad things to do on their own. I'm blaming you for all the bad habits I picked up in my childhood. Tragic past hero!"

"You know what you limey pile of overgrown colonies? I did make a mistake in your bloody childhood-I should've finished you off when you were a wee sport! I will correct that mistake RIGHT NOW!"

A burst of dark purple energy surrounded by lime green lightning bolts narrowly missed America, bounced off the punch bowl and was heading right towards Finland-

-and then Sweden jumped in front of him at the last second.

"SWEDEN! NO!"

THAT must've been the loss Finland had been feeling this entire time. That must be-the eight ball… the sexy stranger…it all had to be-

"It was you! It was all you this entire time! I remember now! SWEDEN!" Finland cried as he threw himself into his lover's arms.