Chapter 9: The Wedding Day

In Gilbert's opinion, pregnancy was not fun.

Every morning, he was suddenly woken up from Antonio bolting out of bed and hurrying to the bathroom across the landing and then hearing him vomiting in to the toilet. Francis would laugh at the Prussian's antics every morning and soon would check up on Antonio who was silently cursing his womb for giving him this damned morning sickness. Then there was the constant 'bladder problem', nearly every hour they would hear the Spaniard getting slowly out of the bed and waddling over to the bathroom to pee.

As a few months passed, Antonio's hormones became worse and worse than what they used to be. Not only was he dealing with the morning sickness, the baby needing the right food groups and also going to the bathroom nearly on the hour, but they had to deal with Antonio dry humping their legs and demanding sex. Gilbert and Francis had been slightly worried that they would harm the baby even though round about this time the baby would be a fetus, but they still had to be very careful about what they were doing.

The wedding of Arthur and Alfred was fast approaching and the small bump of Antonio's stomach was appearing. They had to make sure that nobody noticed the bump otherwise the game would be over. Francis thought it would be simple enough for Antonio not to buy a suit but rather he would design one and Antonio could wear it for the ceremony.

One morning - six weeks before the wedding – the trio sat in Francis' living room taking and writing down measurements and deciding on what material and colour they would chose.

"I don't think you would suit white, mon cher." Said Francis as Gilbert held up a silky white material against his chest and looked at himself in the mirror.

"What do you about fashion, liebling?" Gilbert asked, as he tossed the material over the Frenchman's head.

"Mon cher, you are looking at ze country of fashion as well as romance and l'amour." He explained, pulling the material from his head and placed it on the pile. He measured Antonio's pant legs and wrote down the sizes. He kissed Antonio's bump and looked at the red material that he was holding. "You like it?"

"Si, but I think it could be a little lighter but not too light."

Francis chuckled and kissed the bump again. "I'll see if there's a colour for you, mon chou. Gil, why don't try zis purple?" He tossed the Prussian a dark purple that Francis knew the Prussian had worn during the war of the Austrian Succession.

"Hmmm, zis is an awesome colour for ze aweome me!" the albino grinned. "Ja! I'll take it to go!"

Francis rolled his eyes and took back the material.

"What colour are you wearing, Franny?"

"Zis light blue one, of course."

"Of course!" said Antonio, sarcastically. "You always look good in blue. Tell us, please, are you wearing a dress?"

Francis chuckled, pulling his two lovers close. "Well, I wasn't planning it, but maybe zat night I could. I could design one if you like?"

"Mmm, sounds good enough to me." Gilbert purred, pulling Francis and Antonio in.

"Si, could you make it a wedding dress, a little like the one we had delivered?"

"I'll try. It'll take a while to make on top wiz zese suits I'm making. But maybe I could you a dress Antonio? To 'ide zat bump."

"I don't think so, mi amore. I prefer to see you in a dress rather than myself."

"You're loss, mes chers."

Francis packed up the materials and the sewing kit and headed off to his study. He would work on the suits later on in the day.

Two weeks before the wedding, Francis was staring at the suits on his two lovers. Judging on whether they were perfect on not. Gilbert was not making it any easier as he was fidgeting with the collar that was itching at his neck.

"Gilbert! Stop it and stay still!"

"But it's itching me Franny! The Awesome me can't deal wiz damned collar."

"Just stop it, please. I need to check somezing."

Francis put a pin in Gilbert's collar and one in Antonio's sleeves, which were a little long for him.

"Is the suit okay for our babies?"

"Si, Francis. Not too tight. Nice and comfortable."

"Bon. Now, take zem off carefully and I'll adjust them for ze big day."

"Gott sei Dank!" Gilbert mumbled.

Francis rolled his eyes and took back the suits and placed them into cases and took them back into the study.

"Hey, Francis!" Gilbert called as he helped Antonio back into his clothes. "How's zat dress coming out for you?"

Francis smiled and looked over towards a white dress case which held the dress that he had designed and had started when he had finished the suits.

"Coming along fine, mon cher! Once it's finally finished you'll be speechless."

"Pah!" Gilbert scoffed. "Ze Awesome me has never been speechless."

"Not even zat time when Roderich topped you."

"He didn't top me, okay?!"

"Sure, he didn't mon cher." Francis said coming back into the living room and slipping both his arms around Antonio, who leaned his head against the Frenchman's shoulder. "I don't deny zat when I dated Mathieu, I let him top me some times. He was quite good at it let me tell you!

"Really, I never got to top Romano. He always topped."

"Oh, bless your heart, mon amour. You've missed out quite a lot..."

"Until you shagged both of us. We've all topped each other." Said Gilbert, pulling Francis and Antonio close to him.

"Si...and speaking of topped," said Antonio. "I think I need to be now."

"Honhonhon~. Oh, we must make you pregnant more often, mon cher."

Antonio blushed and tugged his two best friends, his lovers out of the room and to their bedroom.

The wedding day, had arrived. Representatives of nations and their bosses and their families sat in the pews, eagerly chatting away...and thankfully no fights where happening. Maybe weddings and international parties were the only gatherings that the nations seemed to get along at. Gilbert smiled to himself and turned to his lover's who amicably talking to their bosses. He leaned forward and kissed Antonio's smooth tanned skin, making him squirm a little.

"Gilbert, please. Not in church."

Antonio, being a member of the Christian church, was very strict about the goings on in church. It was kind of hypocritical as the nation was having a child out of wedlock. Antonio did nothing but blush at this when mentioned. Francis too was part of the church, but ever since his dear friends, Joan of Arc and Napoleon had died Francis never took his part during the masts. Gilbert was the only one of the trio who wasn't, though he didn't care.

"I can't wait to see if our petit Arthur is going to be wearing a dress...or just a boring old suit."

"Probably, a suit, knowing Arthur."

"Boring old codger as he would say." Gilbert mocked.

Francis sniggered and the three of them flinched when they all heard the obnoxious laughter of the loud American who was walking slowly up the aisle with Matthew.

"Aww, Matthew looks so magnifique!" Francis cooed.

Gilbert sniggered. Alfred and Matthew were both wearing white suits with a light red shirt and a white tie. Their roses were red and both of their hairs were smoothed back. Alfred's cuff links were those of his flag and Matthew's of his own. Matthew saw the trio and smiled at them. They smiled and waved. They walked up to the altar where Alfred chatted happily with his boss.

Then the vicar yelled from the top step of the altar. "Would you please stand for the bride?"

Hush spread across the church as everyone stood up and music filled the room. Gilbert looked back and smirked as Arthur stepped over the thrush hold in a lovely white wedding dress. In his hand he held a huge bouquet of white, red and blue flowers. He wore a small veil that cascaded beautifully over his messy blonde hair. All the time, his emerald green eyes gazed at his lover and only focused on him. Kiku was wearing a pink kimono and holding a bouquet of baby pink roses.

Gilbert soon looked back to Arthur as he came nearer. Then the albino looked down at the dress, the Englishman was wearing. That seemed familiar. Gilbert to Antonio and Francis and nodded to the dress. Francis blushed at the action and bit his lip from laughing out loud. They had fucked Francis, in Arthur's wedding dress! Oops-say!

The three of them tried their best to hold back their laughter until the music stopped and the vicar called the congregation to order. "You may be seated."

They all sat down except for Alfred and Arthur.

"Dearly beloved," said the priest. "We are gathered here today to witness the blessed marriage of two countries of America and England, Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland in the presence of God. Now, we will move on to the vows. I trust that the bride and groom have made their own."

They nodded. Arthur started off first.

"Alfred, when we first meet, you were just a child. We had found out from Tino that you had been around. You were so young and naive, then. You didn't know how big and dangerous the world was then. You didn't know how I dangerous I was. The British Empire was so strong then and I had become a dangerous nation. But something about you changed that...in a way. But then when I had left you, I regretted leaving you all alone. Then when I came back." Arthur trailed a hand down Alfred's skin. "You were so grown up, and after a few years I fell in love with you, I hadn't realised it then at that point but...I knew before you...rebelled, I loved you so much. But then you wanted to gained independence. It was the worst day of my life."

Tears began to fall from Arthur's eyes. Alfred reached up and brushed them away, a sad smile on his face. Arthur sniffed and continued.

"Even though, you didn't want me as brother anymore, I still loved you. I fought that war not just for you to be back under the British Empire's rule. But because I wanted you to see my love for you, I wanted you to see that I still needed you. Then when you came back and you helped us through World War One..."

Arthur sent a look of apology to Ludwig.

"You declared your love for me and fought for my sake as well as your own. I had never been so happy. Now, here we are getting married! I just want to pinch myself for thinking this is a dream, but if it is I don't ever want to wake up. I want it to still go on forever. So, here I am. Marrying you because I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life and whatever comes our way, we will face it together. You're my lover, my best friend, soul mate, my hero. You've always been my hero. Now," Arthur took the ring from Kiku. "I give you this ring a huge token of my love and for to be my husband."

Alfred smiled, a tear falling down his cheek. Arthur took his hand and slid the golden band on to his finger.

A sniff came from nearby. Gilbert looked over and saw Francis, with his head on Antonio's shoulder in tears. Gilbert smiled and brushed a tear from his cheek. Francis looked up at his lovers and smile. Antonio kissed him on the forehead and rested his head against Gilbert's head and they turned back to the scene as Alfred started.

"Iggy, when I first started that damned independence war, I didn't do it just because I didn't want to be under your control any more it was because I wanted to prove my love to you. I never told you this before I was too scared and I wanted you to see me as more than a brother, more than just some kid. Dude, I wanted you as the big and mighty British Empire that I had so much about. I wanted to be loved by that Empire as I much as I loved you. But when you said no to my independence, I had to show you the hard way. There are times now when I look back and think what an absolute idiot I was for starting that. But when World War One came around, and I heard you and Francey-pants were in trouble, I came over to save you along with Mattie, here."

Alfred smiled at his brother, who smiled back. "And I knew that when you were injured I had to help you and also I had to say that I loved you because I'd ached for you for so long. And now I'm glad we're together and we're getting married. Arthur, if this is dream for both of us, let's not wake up at all, let's just live this dream and make it a reality for us. For our future together for always."

Matthew held out the ring and Alfred took it and slid it on to Arthur's finger. "So, I totally hope you were this as a symbol of our love and eternal marriage. I love you, man."

Arthur smiled, tears fall from his eyes. "I love you too, Alfie."

The priest smiled and raised his arms. "Now, in the name of God and in front of these witnesses, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Alfred grinned and kissed Arthur. Gilbert whooped and started the clapping. Soon the whole congregation clapped and music started up again. The two husbands broke apart and soon they walked down the aisle and out the church.

A/N:

Ahhhh, Iggy and Alfred are married! Finally! Right, now the next chapter will be of the wedding reception, Bad Touch Trio smut XD 3 and more of Antonio being pregnant. Also, the big announcement of his pregnancy will be revealed.

I'd love to hear on what you think of Iggy wearing the dress that France wore when having smexy time with Spain and Prussia hehe! If any of you guessed that, I'll give you maple cookies :)

Find out in the next chapter. Review are love :D

M.S.P.

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Translations:

Liebling – darling

Gott sei Dank- thank god

Magnifique – magnificent