I don't own hetalia.
Arthur stirred in his sleep, reacting violently when the sun had rudely shown through his closed eyelids.
"Bloody hell. Shut the curtains." Arthur grunted to whomever walking, quite loudly in his room, so early in the morning as he blindly grabbed a pillow behind him and covered his eyes.
A giggled had his eyes opened franticly. He shut up hastily that his head spins at the sudden fist of position. With drowsy green eyes, he can see that a blond girl was walking frankly at him.
"Good morning, Arthur." The so loud chirped of the happy Yank. Arthur groaned and covered his sensitive ears.
"Don't be so loud." His hangover was so dreadful. It was vodka after all. He shouldn't have a drinking contest with the so called 'awesome' Prussian.
Amelia came over and kissed his forehead and covered her nose as the smell of dried saliva and sweat of Arthur's half removed clothes.
"Ew, Arthur you stinks."
"I'm not." He then took a sniff on his shirt. And it had brought wrinkles through his brows.
"Maybe a little." Amelia laughed and ranged a servant bell, which came immediately.
"Please arrange a bath for Lord Arthur, please." The servant nod and halted when Amelia added.
"As well for my uncle and the Prince."
Arthur stretch out and got out of his canopy bed. How he made it to his room last night was a miracle. He froze when the bed sheets were a different colour and that the room was a little smaller than his and the window was in the wrong wall. He looked at Amelia, he was only given a sweet smile.
"Notice anything different?" she was wearing a pale blue gown today but she hadn't worsen her corset yet.
"You were quite a chatter-box when your drunk." A blushed had grown on Arthur's face. Amelia just walked around her room and grabbed his shoes for him.
"Its quite funny how someone so serious and proud let all of his inner thought out in just one night." Arthur jerked his head at her. No, he thought, his face morphine in horror at how he acted last night in front of a lady. A noisy lady that didn't know when to shut her mouth when needed too.
Amelia smiled, taking the pleasure on Arthur's sadden face. With a dramatic pout on her face.
"Poor me. A young lady such as myself had been attacked by a drunken gentleman in a foreign world." what happened wasn't Amelia had expected. Arthur jumped from the bed and grabbed her arms and grabbed her quite painfully. And the looked in his forest green eyes had scared her a bit. She was jesting with him. Maybe she had gone too far this time.
"Marry me." Amelia blinked. Did she hear it right? Arthur's face was so grim that she was sure he wouldn't back down.
"No." Amelia chirped happily. Not really the best expression to show to a very agitated Brit.
"No? Are you insane?" He was shaking her in his gripped and Amelia tried removing him from her. With no luck she just avoided his contact.
"Cus' this isn't romantic." She said softly that had Arthur's brain working overtime.
He blinked. Twice. Before his face had turned reed. It was from embarrassment or anger, the American girl can't really tell. But she was guessing the latter.
"I had taken your virtue! You will be ruined!" Arthur shouted that had been sure to be heard in the entire estate. Great. Now the whole island knew of the untruth lie. Amelia sighed. Sure she was over joy that Arthur had finally proposed to her. But this wasn't how the scenery should be.
"Relax, Artie." She smoothed her wrist when he had let her go and sat in the bed with his head on his hands and a sunken posture.
"How can I let this happened. A gentleman should never take a lady's virtue." He mourned and Amelia rolled her blue eyes. She pitted the man now.
"It's not true Arthur." Arthur picked his eyes at her.
"What's not true?" Amelia blushed and looked somewhere on the floor.
"Not you taking my. . . virtue as you put it." Arthur's eyes widen. And he sat up from the bed with a jerk.
"You git! You should not joke about that. What if someone had heard me?"
"They already did." Amelia said softly that had the Brit asked her what was that.
"Nothing." Amelia had a pink blushed on her face. She never had a joke back to bite her butt. Now she knows what her mother had been lecturing her. He walked towards her and smiled an awkward smile. He placed his hands on her shoulder and laughed. Amelia winced inwardly. Perhaps she had taken the joke too far and now Arthur had lost it.
"Arthur?" Arthur just pulled her into a tight hug. And smelled her rose scented body. She must have taken a bath earlier.
"You're really something, Amelia."
"I hope that's a compliment." Arthur smiled again and placed a small kissed on her neck that Amelia shivered.
"Be my wife. I can't let what happened tonight might occurred to someone else." Arthur pulled away and looked on her shocked cerulean blue eyes.
"Marry me, Amelia F. Jones." The sincerity of his eyes had Amelia skipped a heartbeat. With his tussled hair and his coarse hands brushing her cheeks.
Would she deny him a second time?
A knocked on the door had them separated. A servant had announced that the water was ready and Arthur said his replay.
Now the air had somehow turned dense and uncomfortable that Arthur had coughed twice and looked shyly at her.
"Think about it. I'll wait for your true answer." He bowed and walked out of the room.
The moment the door was closed Amelia run and barged in to her sister's room.
"Mathilda! What should I do?" Amelia barged in the room that had her sister stopped midair in placing a cloth on their uncle's forehead.
"Merde, Amelia. avez-vous pour être si fort? " Francis' voice was full of pain and remorse on his spot on the bed. His usual well arranged hair had lost a few of its glow and his shirt was a little wrinkled and the stubble on his chin had grown longer since last night.
Amelia had never seen her uncle like this. It was so unlike him. Then the sentence he gave her earlier had her blanked stare.
"What?" Mathilda sighed and smooth their uncle's hangover with care and concern.
"He said you're loud so keep it down." Francis smiled at his French speaking niece. It was nice to have someone in the family not always so hyper and loud, like they wanted the world to know what they were doing.
"Oh. Sorry." Amelia softens her voice but to Francis' ears they were still loud. The loud twin sat on one of the chairs and told her twin and uncle, if he can think straight, what had happened that morning.
While Amelia was telling her problem, Francis had sat straight on the bed and looked in disbelieve at the talking lady in front of him. The other was walking around the room, commenting a few of her statement while cleaning the mess her uncle had made last night on her room with a lady unknown to her.
"Then I came here to see you. What should I do? Maddie! Should I accept his proposal or not?" Amelia was hysteric that had Mathilda came and hugged her comfortably.
"Amelia what were you thinking?" Both twins turned to looked at their uncle. His face had shown the discomfort he was feeling about what had happened.
"You shouldn't lie about that. It can cause trouble for your father." Amelia blinked. She didn't know that her uncle can act as a responsible person. Mathilda had been closed to him more than her twin knew his real personality when it comes to them. He treasured them liked his own daughter.
"Not to mention the other possible proposal from other gentlemen with a much higher rank and much more pleasing qualities than the caterpillar brows."
"Hey!" Amelia said and crosses her arms.
"Arthur is the only one I want. I don't care of the ranks. He even proposed to me when he know the truth."
"Yes, you have mentioned that." Francis sacristy said it but was overlooked by the pouting twin.
"Arthur is the man I wanted to grow old with and nothing can change my answer." The Frenchman smirked at his oblivious twin.
" Then what's stopping you in answering him?" Amelia blushed.
"I told you. A servant came and disturb us." Mathilda was silently observing the two of them with a smile on her face. Francis chuckled his weird sound of 'honhonhon' that always puzzled the twins why he had that kind of laugh.
"Mon cher Amelia. That never stops anyone. Now what's really bothering you." Amelia bit her lower lip and looked anywhere on the room expect her uncle.
"I'm still afraid that he might like Yue more and felt marrying me will help him forget her." Amelia said softly that had Mathilda gasped. She didn't know this part of the story. Francis nodded his head like he had known this since the beginning.
"Well if that's your fear. You should go and confront him." Amelia jerked her head up.
"What? You mean I should tell Arthur about my fear of him loving Yue more?" Francis nodded and gestured his hands to tell both to come near him. They were sited on the bed with him now. With a low voice and a smile to both his nieces.
"The secret to true love is telling each other the truth." Mathilda was pondering on this information.
"SO it's honesty?" Amelia said and her uncle clapped his hands.
"Very good Amelia, you got ten points." The twins laughed at how their uncle tried copying their mother's voice with a little too much high pitched.
It was after noon did the newlyweds arrived at the estate, freshly cloth and relax on their face. They went into the hall were only half of the guest were able to attend. Most of them were still recovering from the vodka effect. Mathilda and Amelia run to Yue at once as she entered in a new red gown dress with Ivan's hand circling her waist.
"Yue, Yue. How was your night?" Amelia enthusiasm asked that had brought red hue on Yue and Mathilda's face. Ivan just smiled down at them.
"Da it was great."
"I'm not asking you, Russian." Ivan pouted at the blond girl. Yue patted his hands and kissed his cheeks and told him to get something for them to eat. Ivan didn't want to let her wife go, fearing of another kidnapped might occur. Scanning the room he saw that the most likely culprits were sited on chairs still a little drunk. So he smiled and agreed to his wife's plea.
The moment Ivan was gone. Amelia and Mathilda asked how Yue's first time was. The Chinese was blushing uncomfortably but answered them truly.
"It was wonderful." The twins squealed and prey for more.
"Not until you're in a legal age." Amelia pouted but Mathilda let it go and just asked her what they they would do today.
"Yekaterina said something about me cleaning the floor." Amelia looked shocked and horrified at this.
"They will make you clean the floor? Humped. Some kind of celebration they have for their bride." Mathilda just sighed at her twin.
Ivan came back with nothing in hand expect a note. Yue blinked at him in confusion.
"Forgot that they wouldn't serve any glass or silverware today."
"What? How do they expect us to eat?" Ivan eyes eerie at the obnoxious twin. How Yue can stand her was a mystery to him. Then he remembered the note.
"This came from my father. He said that most of the guests are still out so we can just enjoy ourselves until diner." Yue sigh a relief. She wouldn't have to clean anything yet. But she would change later to more comfortable clothes to be able to bend down on the floor.
They went to the kitchen to eat their luncheon. Yue and Ivan were enjoying the extra peaceful moments when Francis and Gilbert came to the kitchen. Yue immediately grabbed the new bottle of champagne, she gave it a shake and opened it front of them. The yellowish colour of the champagne was on both of the men and a few drops were dripping on the floor.
"Mein Gutt!"
"Merde!" was said simultaneously. The twins had stopped their movement at the shocking thing the composed Chinese would do. Ivan was also petrified.
"Now we're even." Yue said in triumph. The twins looked horrified. If Yue had known they were also in it. Would she spray them with champagne as well?
"Yue still coat is pure silk." The Frenchman whined. Gilbert didn't comment anything about his ruined suit. He had known Yue better than to anger her more. So he combed his sticky wet silver hair back, at this Yue smiled.
"You look a lot like your brother if you pulled your hair back." the twins and Ivan looked at Yue and back to the blinking German. He smirked.
"Yeah I got that a lot. West might had the height but he still got my face." He laughed and Yue just smiled at him.
They were about to finished their luncheon did Arthur came to grace them with his present. He looked shocked on the stain clothes the Frenchman and Gilbert were wearing and eyed Yue wearily.
"I suspected your mad." He said as he sat beside Amelia, who flinched at the moment their elbow hits.
"Not really. I'm actually glad you made that our present." Though, Ivan was eyeing them with range for ruining his surprise.
They waited for Arthur to finish before they went to the salon and past the time chatting and enjoying each other for once. After Francis had gone and change his clothes and Gilbert excusing himself to look for his brother.
Mathilda was scanning the displayed books on a small shelf, distracting herself from the disappointment that Gilbert wouldn't be joining them. Amelia had pulled Arthur to a corner and was speaking to him softy. Ivan and Yue were both blushing at the lecture Francis was giving them about a happy marriage was the too make love regularly.
"And of course you have to be honest with each other." Francis smiled broadly at counselling the new couple. Though Yue was a little frigid and cannot believe she was taking this curiously while Ivan was quite blushing and eyeing his new wife nervously.
The sun was almost out given that it was autumn and the night was longer. Most of the guest had risen and were eager to start the party again. Yue was disgusted at them. Had they not learn their lesson yesterday from too much drinking and partying?
The couple were called on to the study before they arrived at the hall. The moment the door was opened, they both were feeling a little nervous from the air surrounding them. Sitting behind the mahogany table was Henry and his wife was standing beside him while Nicholas was overlooking the window.
"Please sit." Henry gestured to the two sits in front of them. They both did they were told and Henry smiled at both of them.
"Now that I assumed the marriage had been consummated?" Yue immediately blushed and Ivan nodded his answer.
"Splendid. Now about where the both of you will be living?" Henry asked raising his thick brows. Ivan was the one answered from them.
"In Moscow, sir. We would leave when spring arrived." YueMei caught her breath. She eyed her daughter sadly. Henry raised his brows.
"When do you plan to visits us? We are still allowed to know how Yue was doing." Nicholas turned then too looked straight in his son. Ivan grabbed his wife hands. They had talked about it while riding their way here that morning.
"Yue and I had talked about it. We plan to come here every autumn and winter if there would not be any problem leaving anything at Moscow." Ivan then looked at his father for approval. Nicholas nodded his head and smiled.
"That would be fine Ivan." Nicholas then walked to Henry and patted his shoulders.
"Six months on my country and six months in yours. That isn't so bad now it is Henry." YueMei was smiling but a few tears had fallen. She was relieved to know that she wouldn't have to wait a few years to see her daughter again.
They then signed a few papers for Yue so that she can get her funds in the Moscow bank anytime she needed it. Though Ivan assured her that he would provide everything she needed.
When the music started to play in the hall again. Yue went up stairs to her room with her mother to change for a more comfortable cloth for the final ceremony in the Russian wedding.
She changed in her red and gold traditional Chinese dress complete with the red shoes she worn yesterday.
The moment she arrived to the hall. All eyes were on her stunning outfit and Ivan can't keep his eyes away from his wife's voluptuous body and the pretty face of hers sparking with radiant and content.
Ivan went to her and kissed her cheeks.
"You look more beautiful in your own clothes." Yue blushed and Ivan escorted her to the hall were everyone was waiting for them to start the dance for the night.
She could get used to her husband complimenting her.
A/N: Finally, I finished my fist ever multiple chapters story. And it's all thanks to you!
Thank you for sticking with me( and my horrible spelling) but most of all, you guys stayed until the end for Yue and Ivan. Cheers for you all!
Note: The cleaning thing where Yue said was that people would throw money on the floor and the bride must 'clean' it to make a steady income for their new life together. And that new dress thing. Russian traditions wanted the newlyweds to have new dress or clothes on the second day of the reception and that was bought or made especially for the occasion and the red dress is also a Chinese thing. Did you notice that Yue had worn exactly three different dresses for her wedding celebration. It's a Chinese tradition for the bride to change into two more dresses after the wedding ceremony.
When Ivan said that they wouldn't be serving forks or glasses or spoons on the second day is an old saying tradition that the guest had to pay for them to be serve to help starts the couples founding. (like it wasn't enough) but the guest had sports in them and they enjoy it.
Usually the second day most of the guest are drunk and weren't able to attend the second day. Its just a sign that the party last night was a success. Usually they would serve less strong alcohol on the second day for them to be able enough to travel back home.
Have you guys notice that in the salon all of the allied forces were in attendance. Anyway just saying.
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Have a nice day everyone!
Thank you once again. And for being such a great audience, I made an epilogue that is coming up after a few reviews.