Hey you guy's! Well here's another chapter hope you all like:D

Disclamier: I do not own Hetalia:(

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May 3

"Mommy that's the one!" Peter yelled excitedly pointing to the very top of some shelves.

Tino only nodded and looked up at it. It was a brand new NERF gun and it was quite high. He didn't want to disappoint Peter; he reached up stretching his arm all the way and even went onto hit tippy-toes. Still wasn't enough. His face went a shade darker and he bit his lip his fingertips barely grazing the shelf. He felt a hand go on his waist and he let out a sudden gasp. He looked up his soft violet eyes seeing the tall blond blue-eyed Swedish man, his face going a bit darker. Berwald effortlessly without having to extend his arm almost at all grabbed the toy and handed it to him. Tino smiled shyly the light crimson now very noticeable. Berwald felt the sides of his lips curving upward. Tino looked back at Peter with a small sigh, "Go check how much it is," he said softly to him. Peter nodded and ran off down the aisle. "Peter be careful no running!" he said after him.

Peter looked back at him as he was about to head his words when he suddenly crashed into something…or someone.

Cindy stared at the phone with a huff. She didn't know who that person with a thick accent was but she was mad. She stuffed he phone in her pocket and bit her lip. She had to stop the wedding, and whoever Ludwig was going to marry needed to go and fast. She bit her lip harder trying to imagine what kind of girl he went for now and days.

Just then her train of thought was caught off guard when she felt some one run into her. She looked down to see a small boy with blond hair and blue eyes on the floor holding a toy close to him looking up at her apologetically.

"Peter I told you not to run!" Tino could be heard saying briskly walking over to him. Berwald following casually along, Cindy watching the couple coming toward her. "I'm so sorry…" Tino began picking up Peter off the floor.

"You should listen to your mom more kid," she said looking at him. She clicked her tongue looking at Tino. "You should have better control over your kid."

Tino stood up looking at her blankly before smiling. "I will, thank you." he said simply feeling Peter clinging to him. He didn't have a good feeling about her. Berwald glanced at Tino wanting to tell the woman a thing or two, but was only stopped by his smile.

She rolled her eyes and walked away from the small family.

Berwald looked at him his and Peter did as well. "Mommy who was that?" Peter asked softly.

Tino sighed knowing and remembering well who she was. "Her name is Cindy sweetie."

May 4

9:00 a.m.

Soft murmurs could be heard and Elizabeta turned over. She could feel something soft underneath her, her eyes were closed but she became aware of everything around her. She could hear soft breathing that wasn't her own right across from her. She slowly opened her eyes to see blond hair covering the person across from her. She tried to open her eyes more to the dim litted room. She could hear the murmurs again but they were so far away and low she couldn't make out what they were saying. She reached her hand across to move away the blond hair; underneath was Lili's sleeping face. She smiled softly but wondered why she and Lili were in the same bed. She sighed trying to sit up when a huge headache hit her. She gasped softly and laid back down as the pain vibrated through her head. She sighed; this had to be the worse 15th hangover she's ever had.

Lili slowly opened her eyes to the sudden shift in weight on the bed. She looked to see Elizabeta holding her head softly. "Elizbeta..." she said softly confused. Then a huge wave of pain came over her as well. She softly whimpered and turned her face into the pillow clutching the soft farbic. When the pain passed over, both women just laid there for a moment. "What happened last night?" she asked softly her memory breaking off after entering the bar.

Elizabeta sat there trying to recollect her thoughts of last night's event. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before it hit her. She remembered…everything. She quickly turned her head toward Lili, "Do you remember anything that happened last night?" she asked her in a quick low whisper.

"No, why do you?" she asked her confused.

Elizabeta only nodded and quickly jumped out of the bed despite the pain that shot through her head. "We have to get everyone together…some really bad things happened…" she said realizing she was still in what she wore last night.

Lili sat up in bed slowly and stared at her, "What happened?" she whispered back suspiciously. She looked at the blond and sighed, she sat down on the bed and went over last night's events. "How come I don't remember?" she asked her still whispering.

"Lili I used to hang out with Gilbert and Ludwig a lot…we drank…a lot." she said with a small chuckle.

"Do you think Vash is mad?" she asked softly clutching onto the bed sheets. Elizabeta only looked at her not knowing what to say. "I should go apologize..." she said about to jump out of the bed.

"Don't!" the Hungarian woman spoke just above a whisper taking a hold of her arm. Lili looked back at her confused. "If you bring it up now, knowing Vash, I don't think Sadiq would survive to see tonight…" she said. Lili only sat down back on the bed and they both looked at each other not knowing what to do.

10:30 a.m.

Arthur opened his eyes holding his head. "What the bloody hell?" he mumbled trying to sit up in bed. He looked around and he was in his room. How did he end up there? He took the covers off of himself and got up. He could hear a soft voice downstairs and knew it was Francis. He opened the door from his room and he was only in pajama pants his entire upper body exposed. He still had a huge throbbing in his head and just really wanted to see Francis. As he walked out the room he could hear his voice, it sounded like he was talking on the phone. He stood at the top of the stairs seeing him and stood silent trying to listen to the small conversation.

"I know…" silence. "So then we will meet in two hours?" pause. "Alright I just need to get him up…" pause. "I don't know how to talk to him…do you think he even remembers?" long pause. "Okay, okay, see you later, ah, au revoir." he said and hung up.

"Francis?" he called out softly. He seemed to jump up at his voice.

"Arthur your awake…" he said. "Good," his expression turned a bit dim. "You should get ready we have to leave in a bit…" he said looking away from him and letting some blond hair fall upon his face covering his eyes.

He looked at him and stood there confused, "Where are we going?" he asked him.

"We have to go to Ivan's house." he responded still not looking at him and walked into the kitchen.

He burrowed his eyebrows confused and felt a shiver go through him. He walked down the stairs to follow him into the kitchen. Seeing Ivan…meant seeing Yao as well. For him that was the last person he wanted to see. "Is everything all right?" he asked him. Francis only glanced back at him and didn't say anything. "Hey, what did I do?" he asked him now feeling frustrated at Francis silence.

Francis was at the counter top looking into his coffee mug and continued to stay silent. Arthur asked the same question again and he clenched his jaw. He set his coffee mug down with a loud thud and looked back at him. "Do you still like Yao?" he asked looking at him his eyes narrowed.

"W-What?" he replied dumbfounded at the thought. "Francis what the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"Tell me the truth, do you still have any feeling for Yao?" he said his face serious his voice low. He could feel his heart stop at each silent moment that passed between them. He was afraid of the answer but wanted to know. He felt like tears were going to flow over him if he didn't get an answer. How could he even ask him this, of course he didn't like Yao. He loved him; he tells him so all the time. No way, no how Arthur could still like Yao, right?

"Francis…of course not…who would tell you something like that?" he asked him his eyes turning soft. He let down his defense and walked a bit closer to him his bare feet touching the cold tile making him shiver a bit. He could feel a lump in his throat. What was triggering the sudden question.

"Then why were you going to kiss him last night?" he asked him still putting up the front although relived of the answer.

"Kiss? What? Francis you're not making sense last night I was with Feliciano…" he stopped. He stood there realizing he had no recollection of what happened the night before. "Francis….what happened last night?" he asked suddenly realizing what could have happened and became scared. Was it going to be something he might regret even though he has no memory of it? Of all things he didn't want anything like that, especially if it mean he could lose Francis. No, he didn't want to lose him, he couldn't. He gripped his pajama pants, fear showing on his face.

"We…went into the shop you were in…you were about to kiss him…" he said looking at the tile floor. His voice was low but stern. He couldn't look at him anymore; he didn't know what to do.

Arthur shook his head and walked up to him and cupped his face so they faced each other. "No. Francis I don't like him. I only wanted to apologize to him. I only wanted to fix my wrongs with him, but I do not like him. I don't have any intimate feeling for him." he began to feel his bottom lip tremble looking at Francis who only looked back listening and clinging to every word he said. "I can't love anyone else…I can't be with anyone else…but you." he said as a crimson color covered his face. "Please believe me…I don't want you to believe anything else." he said suddenly burying his face into his chest and his hands clutching onto his shirt no longer able to keep his voice even. He could feel his tears ready to come and didn't know what to do if Francis didn't believe him.

Arthur suddenly felt arms wrap around him and a soft kiss on the top of his head. He looked up slightly to see Francis with a soft smile. He wiped a small tear off of his face that escaped his eyes. "I believe you mon amour." He kissed him gently and Arthur kissed back relieved. He wrapped his arms around his neck and when they separated he put his head on his chest with a small smile on his face.

11:00 a.m.

"Vake up…Vake up libeling…" said a soft heavy accented voice. The blond Canadian only turned in bed. "Libeling vake up ve have to go in a bit…" said the voice again. He still didn't stir. "Fine zhen, I guess I'll eat all of zhe maple syrup pancakes I worked so hard to make."

Matthew shot up out of bed and ran pass the voice to the kitchen where the aroma of pancakes and maple syrup filled the air. He took a seat at the table and looked expectantly. Gilbert walked in after him with a smirk on his face. He served him some pancakes and syrup setting it in front of him. He sat down next to him watching him eat. He grabbed a fork full when a pain ran through his head and he dropped his fork suddenly holding his head. Gilbert quickly changed mood looking at him and went over to him. "It hurts…" Matthew whimpered softly.

Gilbert sighed knowing what was going on and softly laughed. "It's called a hangover." he said with a small smirk. Matthew held onto him as the pain passed and he sighed. He looked up at him blushing and smiling sheepishly. These were the moments that he wished Arthur could see. "Feel better?" Gilbert asked him ruffling his hair. He only nodded as he was kissed on the cheek then he went back to eating. Gilbert went back to sitting next to him and yawned.

After his meal Matthew looked at him, "Where do we have to go?" he asked him remembering he said something about going somewhere.

Gilbert looked at him and sighed, "We have to go to this meeting, it's about what happened last night…"

Matthew looked at him confused; he stared at the plate and…nothing. He didn't remember what was going on last night the last thing he remembers was…his dad and Yao were going to…kiss? No he must've imagined that. No way would that happen, right? "What happened last night?" he asked looking at Gilbert a bit disturbed by the sudden memory.

"A lot…" he said with grim face. Matthew swallowed hard and hoped he was just imagining the whole memory.

12:00 p.m.

Yao opened his eyes being awoken by loud talking and what sounded like arguing. He felt the covers underneath him and knew the scent on the bed. It was Ivan's and he concentrated on it, trying to slowly fall back asleep. A soft throbbing came to his head but he tried to ignore it. When it didn't go away he became irritated. "Ivan…" he called out softly. Although the noise from wherever it was coming from seemed much louder than his voice. "Ivan!..." he called out again. The pain was getting bigger and it hurt a lot. "Ivan!" he yelled. The noise from the other room suddenly seemed to quiet down. He could hear the soft click of the door open illuminating the dark room and soft footsteps came near him as he shut his eyes to the light.

"Yao are you okay?" he could hear a soft voice say. He reached out not opening his eyes and felt someone sit down putting a dent on the bed. A soft hand touched his face and he Yao leaned into it a bit, the light was blocked by the figure. He opened his eyes to see Ivan and smiled a bit. "Are you okay?" he asked him softly again.

"My head hurts aru…" he complained softly. Ivan chuckled. Yao smiled a bit and sat up a bed and put his head against his shoulder. "What's all the noise outside aru?" he asked him softly.

Ivan put a hand on his head and sighed a bit. "I think you should get up," he said softly nuzzling against his hair. Yao looked up at him confused. "There are some things that need discussing." he simply said. Yao had recognized that serious look in his face and nodded pulling away a bit. He was stopped by Ivan's hand on his head and was pulled in for a kiss. His headache melted away and he closed his eyes feeling their lips touch. Yao gently cupped his face and smiled in the kiss a bit. The soft creamy Russian lips pressing against his ivory ones. The taste was sweet with the very faint trace of vodka, as always. It was his favorite flavor, one he like to call: Ivan flavor. It was his, and only his. He smiled at the soft thought as Ivan pulled away, "Feel better, da?" he asked him. Yao blushed a bit and nodded.

Another shift in the bed caught his attention. He glanced over to see Kiku next to him. His eyes widened and glared back at Ivan. "Why didn't you tell me he was right there aru?" he whispered a bit angry.

"Eh? I thought you knew," he replied back with a childlike smile.

He huffed and looked back at Kiku. He was a mess. His black hair all over and he was drooling, a first to see for Yao. His gazed softened but he was embarrassed. What if Kiku had been awake to see that kiss? He felt his face go a darker hue just thinking about it. He hated showing affection out of the bedroom and he sighed. "What is he doing her aru?" he asked Ivan still in a hushed voice.

He didn't respond and sighed, "Come on we have much to talk about," he replied after some time. "I'll go get Alfred," he said as he got up from the bed. He felt Yao hold onto his sleeve of his long sleeved black shirt. He watched him as Yao got out of bed and clung to his sleeve.

12:30 p.m.

All were now gathered in the living room, after Kiku had awoken everyone sat silent until a sigh broke the silence. Everyone turned to see Ludwig who stood in the middle of the room. Feliciano sitting nervously across from him his eyes drooped to the floor and played with his hands nervously.

"Vell…ve all know vhy ve are gathered here." He looked at Feliciano. "Care to explain?" he asked him.

Feliciano jumped a bit feeling all eyes on him and he swallowed hard. "It was all my idea!" said a sudden female voice. The group turned to see Elizabeta who sat next to Roderich. "I said we should go to the bar, and I remember everything." she said quickly looking at Feliciano. She simply wanted to help him, but now she dragged herself into something.

"What happened last night." Arthur asked quickly. Matthew looked at him remembering the sudden image and he squeezed Gilbert's hand lightly. Gilbert looked back at him as he laced their fingers together.

She sighed and swallowed a bit, and then she began telling the events of the nights before. She seemed a bit shaky at some parts as if she was still trying to remember but everything came out. Everything.

After she was done the room was still and Arthur and Yao were in tears. Kiku held his breath and his face was dark crimson not believing it. Matthew wanted to cry, the image in his head was real. Lili was dark faced as well and held onto her dress staring at the floor. She couldn't believe how she acted last night and wanted to apologize to Vash so much. Lovino now realized why he was bruised and cut up. Feliciano was also crying blaming himself. None of this would have happened if he had not wanted to have a party.

"Well now that we know, what the hell do we do?" spat Lovino who was comfortably in the arms of Antonio's. His head still throbbing, and annoyed at all the emotion.

The room was silent for the third time, "We go on with the wedding of course." spoke Francis. "After all we have made amends and we sknow; now all we simply must do is move on." Arthur smiled at him and let his head lay on his shoulder. Everyone seemed to agree with him.

"On one condition." spoke Ludwig. "No more wild parties."

Feliciano smiled up at him a soft tint on his face as he nodded.

Okay hope you guys like. I think I have one or two more chapters left. Next chapter comes the wedding! How exciting! ^^

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