I don't own hetalia.

"I can't believe you live in this creepy old house, Yue." Yue's nerve was about to explode. Starting from the courtyard all the way to the library. Why wouldn't she just close her mouth for a minute? Yue thought as she holds her patience with the American. First she tried to accused me then tired to have a draw with Ivan, now she talks like we are some kind of old friends. What's wrong with this girl?

"Say Yue, how come you're here in England when obviously you're Asian?" Yue's brow twitched at that and gave a sighed.

"Didn't Arthur tell you?" Amelia's eyes widen but shocked her head.

"Nope, he never mention you back in America." It was a good thing for Yue that Amelia, as she comes to notice, didn't know how to study the atmosphere for she hadn't notice the kind look on her face. A betrayal feeling was growing and choking her. Arthur never mentions me to anyone? Not even just as siblings? Yue quickly shake those thoughts away as they reached the library.

"Here we are." Yue gave a try on the door and as expected it was lock. So she knocked on the door.

"Go away!" Was given to them behind the wooden door. Yue turned to Amelia.

"Try talking to him." Yue said as she pushed Amelia to the door, gently of course.

"Arthur?" Amelia attempted but was given silent. She turned to her companion with a hurtful expression. Yue sighed.

"Try having a conversation with him, I'll get the key." Yue turned around and walked down the hall. Leaving Amelia on the cold, gloomy hallway.

"This sucks." She whispered and tried again on the door. It wouldn't budge so she knocked again, much louder this time.

"Arthur! Arthur! Hey Arthur!" Amelia shouted on top of her voice, surely everyone in this huge house would hear her. And her knock was soft enough for her, but given to Arthur's condition, he heard was a deafening Bang Bang Bang.

Foot step can be heard from inside and a clashed of a glass. The door opened quite fiercely that shocked Amelia to move a few steps back.

"Can you not be any louder?" Arthur's blond hair was a mess, given to him, his hair was never any manageable like the weather here in Britain. Amelia wiggled her nose as the foul smell of whiskey coming from the room and Arthur's breathe.

"Your drunk!" she pointed and, in Arthur's drunken state, would had been the obvious. So he turned around and tired shutting the door again but this time, Amelia was able to get in with her quick reflexes and a very drunk Brit, she got away pretty easily with him noticing that there was a girl. An unattached girl, not even bloody legal to be alone with a man and a drunken man to be exact.

Arthur, went back to his coach with a new bottle in his hand and Amelia looked around the library with a new interest. The windows were all shot closed with the storm earlier but now that it passed; this room was just a bit to stuffy for Amelia. So she moved around the room, carefully avoiding some of those broken glasses and opened two windows, which would be difficult for a young girl to open it with its heavy panels. But Amelia was a little gifted with physical strength that her twin lacks.

Arthur, grumbled when a sudden cold breezed blown by him. He turned and was shocked to see a girl opening the windows. He put down the bottle and tried walking to her but fall, face down on the floor. Amelia heard the thud and was startled to see the Brit on the floor.

"Arthur!" She quickly helped the gentleman up. Arthur giggled and raps his arms at her shoulder.

"Funny, a gentleman being help by a lady."

"Anyone needs help sometimes. Even a hero needs one." Arthur's green eyes turned to looked at the cerulean blue, those eyes showed innocent in them unlike the ones he saw earlier that showed sorrow and burden, he smiled before passing out on her arms. Amelia sighed and placed him, with minimal injuries on the coach, and sat on the floor.

"Man, if you're going to be a drunkard when I married you, hope you know what you're getting in to."Amelia studied the troubled looked on Arthur. His caterpillar eyebrows were drawn together. So she brushed it with her smooth gentle fingers as his scowl was vanishing. She kissed his forehead.

"I love you, Arthur." she said softly and turned to the door, when Yue and a footman was staring at them. She smiled and got up to straighten her white gown.

"He's just out." Amelia pointed to the man behind her and left the room, for the footman to bring him to his room.

An hour later, their family arrived from town, saying that the road was a bit muddy for them to travel right away, so they bought home pastries for the family to enjoy. Yue and Yekaterina, with her sister had shared a table on the garden, this time; the two American twins joined them. Yue had grown protective of the quite one, for it seems, she was overshadowed by her influential sister.

So she asked her, right in front of every female, that would she like to be her bride's maid. Mathilda was shocked of course, but she reluctantly accepts it with the pressure of her twin saying that she would make a good bride's maid. Yue was happy, but turned to Yekaterina when her face was in a frown.

"Is something amiss?" Yue asked, while Natalia eat wholeheartedly on her pastry with Amelia at tow. Yekaterina shocked her head but said in a quite tone for Yue and Mathilda to be able to hear.

"It just that, papa said we'll have a Russian wedding. And in tradition, we don't have bridesmaid." Yue nodded.

"I'll talk to Ivan on what kind of wedding we'll have." Then Mathilda pulled her sleeves.

"But would you be happier to have a Chinese wedding? Than a western one?" she was given blanked stares from both of them that she blushed and stumbled on her sentence.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't—I wasn't implying on anything. I'm sorry." As her eyes wouldn't met her two companion but they gave an amuse laugh just to tease her. Amelia and Natalia were puzzled with them laughing but then ignored it as they continue their silent tournament.

Dinner came with less than glamorous as Ivan had asked Henry, with real intention on marrying his daughter. Both fathers were joyous and they celebrated it with bottles of whiskey ( that Arthur didn't get a hands on) and vodka. The twins stayed for the feast with their uncle in attendant. Arthur came back down from his ordeal and was in a fight with Francis after learning that his niece was in a room alone with him. Amelia tired to assure him that nothing happened. Then Francis pulled Arthur aside to have him given the talk about pressuring a female.

"What? I'm a gentleman. I would never deflower a female. Unlike a frog I know." Lucky for them, they were stopped when Henry suggest a marriage alliance with Kirkland and Jones business. Nicholas heard this and agreed, saying that his Ivan would marry Yue he had a share of that business. So there, they talked about business while the ladies plus Ivan enjoyed their time with the food.

After dinner, Yue pulled Ivan to the side for a talked with him. He was smiling the whole night and his cheeks were tired but when Yue pulled him, the tiredness was wipe away as he once again smiled for Yue.

Yue was a little nervous as she kept on playing with her sleeves and refused to look up at Ivan. So he grabbed her chin and looked her in the eye. They were in the salon. Only them, since everyone turned to the smoke room to talk and laugh.

"What's wrong Yue?" his eyes were so comfortable to Yue that she would melt in his glance. She opened her mouth and closed it again, making her like a fish that Ivan had the balls to giggled at her.

"Sorry." When he returned to calmed down. Yue was now sited on the sofa and looking at the portrait of her parents when they married a week later when they returned from China. It was of course a Western wedding.

Ivan sat down besides her and hugged her.

"Ivan."

"Yes?"

"What kind of wedding do you want?" Ivan wasn't expecting that, since it never accrued to him that Yue would want another.

"A Russian of course. Since it's more fun than Westerns." Yue pulled out of the hug and look up at him.

"What about a Chinese wedding?" This time, it was Ivan looked like a fish. Though Yue hadn't had the feeling to laugh. She was afraid that, before they were married, they would all ready have a fight.

Ivan rubbed the back of his neck and shagged.

"I don't know how a Chinese wedding works. But you can teach me." Yue's eyes widen.

"You would really do that?" Ivan smiled at her.

"Of course. Anything that makes you happy." Yue jumped up and kissed him full on the lips that Ivan liked the way she thank him for. When she pulled away and looked at him in the eye.

"I do not want a Chinese wedding." Ivan was puzzled again.

"But I thought—" Yue shocked her head.

"All of the Chinese wedding I had gone was all arranged married. The bride and groom would see each other for the first time on that day of the wedding itself. I actually pitied them; they were tense as to what he or she would look like. All they know of each other before hand was just their name and age."She was sited on his lap and playing with his hair and he was rubbing her back and listening to her story.

"Age difference in my culture is a very important part." Ivan smiled and looked down on her.

"And what would our marriage be with our age difference?" Yue smiled and kissed his lips.

"A lucky one." She cuddled near him and they just let each other' present do the talking as they enjoy the silent and peaceful harmony.

Though the silent was of course cut short when the rest of the family walked in declaring they were looking for them. So now they were, in the once quite salon, felled with debate of Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy and the women arguing about the guest list. All were friends of either Arthur's or Henry's, since Yue hadn't been out in the Seasons in London; she hadn't known anyone close in particular.

Yue had asked Yekaterina silently and with a blushed on her face.

"May I ask how a Russian wedding take place?" Yekaterina smiled and told her that she will explain to her in the morning were nobody was with them.

"In the gazebo." Yekaterina gave a puzzled look.

"There's a gazebo here?" Yue mentally smacked her head as she forgotten that Yekaterina hadn't been here for to look.

"I'll escort you to it. It isn't far from here."

"I will met you here tomorrow at seven. Before breakfast."

They had their agreement before they retired the night. Yue happily written down on her diary the comming wedding and that she was happy that she would marry the one she loved.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I thank you for your support and for staying here with Yue and Ivan.

Just to inform: Russian weddings are considers more enjoyable compared to western weddings I'll explain on the next chapter and you may correct me if you think otherwise. This of course was just base on research. Never been to an actual Russian wedding.

Thank you for reading and have a nice day!