This chapter was inspired by the song 'Chapel of Love' by The Dixie Cups. It's an older song.

Chapel of Love

Canada straightened his tie and fidgeted with his cufflinks. He tried to tame his wild, windswept curls but it was a lost cause.

He watched their guests arrive in twos and threes, a mixture of Nations and humans from all walks of life. They waved to him as they wandered up the steps and into the church.

The chapel was a worn affair, covered in bluebells and ivy and peeling paint. It was a simple church; white with plain arched windows, and it could only seat fifty or so. The church did not mean much to Canada but it meant something to Prussia and that was what mattered. Canada had asked Russia permission to use it, to get married in his country, and he had let them. … For the low, low price of a kiss.

Prussia was still a bit sore about the whole thing; he had punched Russia in the face, but the wedding went on as planned.

"Hey! You! Mr. Matthew Beilschmidt!"

Canada smiled and turned to find his brother with an arm around Liechtenstein. He cocked his head to the side, studying the odd couple and wondering how Switzerland was handling it... He was probably not taking it well.

"How do you know he's not going to take my name?" Canada laughed, shaking his brother's hand and nodding to Liechtenstein. She blushed prettily.

"'Gilbert Williams', huh?" America sounded it out, tasting the consonants. "No. I don't think so. It doesn't sound right. You should take his name."

"We haven't decided on anything yet."

"You don't have to," America pointed out, "I just decided for you!"

Canada frowned.

"Gee, thanks…" He sighed, sarcasm dripping from the word. America just cackled and saluted him. He led Liechtenstein into the chapel, whispering in her ear.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she glanced backwards at Canada before flushing another shade darker. Canada groaned and wondered what his brother had told her.

They disappeared inside.

"Is your brother being a twat? Again?"

Canada smiled at England, dressed in the strangest combination of sweater vest and corduroy trousers, and held out his hand. He shook it.

"He usually is," Canada shrugged. England huffed and his breath tangled in the fringe of his hair.

"I don't know where I went wrong with him. I really don't," England bit the inside of his cheek. "I mean, you turned out all right."

"Ah," France said, drifting up the steps of the chapel and threading their arms together, "yes, except that he's getting married to our dearest Gilbert, remember?"

England elbowed him in the ribs.

"I was trying to forget that bit. Wanker."

"Then their wedding seems like a strange place to forget, no?"

Canada covered his mouth to hide his amusement as his parental figures bickered and argued and clamoured over each other. It was just like old times... A little too much like old times, perhaps.

"Please, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yes, but if only he had better taste in men…" France sighed.

"Well, sure…"

Prussia came up the steps behind them and raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm, guys, I'm right here. Do you mind?"

England and France jumped in surprise. England lowered his eyes and mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, squirming under his gaze. France just grinned, clapping Prussia on the shoulder and making a lewd gesture.

They hurried inside to find their seats.

Prussia snorted and draped himself over his fiancée to watch the last of their guests trickle in.

"So, whose bright idea was it to invite our family?" Prussia asked, fiddling with one of his blonde curls; tugging it straight and letting it bounce back into place.

Canada twisted to kiss him on the cheek.

"I thought it was yours…"

"No way," Prussia shook his head and pouted, "Elizabeta just spent half an hour lecturing me on propriety, and telling me that she'd break me in half if I hurt you. And then Lovino said the same thing. And then Ludwig… Isn't anyone looking out for me?!"

"Nope." Canada chuckled and kissed him again as an apology.

Prussia smiled at him indulgently.

"So, what 'words of wisdom' did you get, then?"

"Let's see…" Canada tapped his chin with his index finger. "That I have 'terrible' taste in men and that I should take your last name."

"Ooh! I like that one! 'Matthew Beilschmidt'…"

"You wish."

They were alone on the steps now; everyone else was inside the little chapel, waiting for them. Prussia turned Canada around in his arms and kissed him on the lips. Canada wound his fingers into his dress uniform and pulled him closer.

The church bells rang.

"Do you take this man…" Prussia whispered, reciting their vows against the shell of his ear. Canada laughed.

"Oh, yes, let's see… I've taken him in the shower, and on the counter, and against the wall…"

Prussia bit his ear lightly and Canada pulled him even closer.

"That's not what I meant, you absolute pervert." He thought about it. "And you forgot the bed... And the tool shed. And that one time in the snow bank."

"And to think I used to be so pure before I met you…"

"Bullshit."

They stared into each other's eyes. Prussia saw his salvation reflected in Canada's eyes and Canada saw the answer to his prayers. They already belonged to each other; this was just the last step on their journey as a couple. Marriage. One last vow.

Canada kissed him again and again as the church bells sang.

"Do you think we should go inside? Maybe?"

"If we have to," Prussia peppered kisses along the column of his neck. Canada arched into his ministrations. "But I'd rather 'take' you here."

Canada chuckled and hitched a leg up around his waist.

"Later," he whispered, "I promise."

Author's Notes:

… Oh, you guys are so terribly inappropriate. But I have always wondered at the phrasing of 'Do you take this man…'. I mean, does the priest want the truth? Because that's a loaded question right there.

I've been to a couple of weddings like this. Very casual. The chapel here used to be part of the Prussian territories, when it still existed, but is now under Russian domain. Hence asking permission. I'm not sure why this particular chapel is so important to Prussia but he used to be Teutonic Knight, so maybe it is from that part of his life.

… Also, I think Prussia's family would expect him to be the one to screw it up. So… Death threats!