Yes. It’s just that life has really taken a hold, and this blog is mostly a side blog to do in my free time. My apologies if I haven’t written your request! With art, and working on my comic, and with family, it has just been a bit difficult.

Oh my goodness QuQ Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m glad that my blog helps you feel that way! Follow your dreams and love for writing and don’t give up! I hope to see your writing around one day!

Ahh thank you very much! I’m so glad you like it!

Yes, I do!

Pairing: NedCan (Netherlands x Canada)(Human names used)

Pairing:

For once, after so very long, it was peaceful. No air raids. No sirens. No screaming. No gunshots. Just the sound of the wind and silence as the snow covered the country, as if attempting to hide everything that had happened for a new age. It had been tiring for the past few years. Devastating in every way of the word, and such a moment of relative…peace, even after months since the liberation, felt so foreign and odd to Abel.

Abel blinked a few times, his attention returning to reality. He sat inside a warm home, the fire burning in the fireplace a few feet away. Sitting by the window, watching the winter make the country its wonderland. He was still weak. He would take much to recover…but he was getting there. At least, he wasn’t alone. 

“Here you go.” Matthew said, smiling as he settled a cup of hot chocolate on the table. Abel smiled softly, watching as Matthew sat across him with a cup of his own. He’d always been there, as much as he could. He took care of his bosses when they had no choice but to run, he and his people came to help free his from the grip that had been chocking them. How could he ever repay so much that couldn’t possibly have a price?

“Thank you.” Abel hummed.

“No problem.” Matthew said, drinking a bit of his cup. Abel stared down at his cup, watching the steam rise.

“Thank you.” Abel repeated. Matthew turned slightly. “For everything.” Abel began, his grip on the cup tightening. “I mean…for helping me, my people, for coming here and fighting with us, for-” Abel only stopped when he felt Matthew’s hand on his. He looked up, Matthew’s eyes meeting his as he smiled.

“It’s alright, Abel.” Matthew said, gently rubbing his thumb against Abel’s hand. Abel held the cup with one hand, releasing his other hand to fully hold Matthew’s hand. “You know I’ll do it again. But for now, you must rest. You have to recover, along with your people. You have yet to fall…you will rise again. Just…take it easy for a little while.” Abel chuckled, looking out the window. The snow was never ceasing. He pulled Matthew’s hand gently, pressing a kiss on it.

“I promise it to make it up…when we return, when we are stronger…I will send you a thousand tulips, and the following year, I will send you thousands more.” Abel hummed. Matthew stood up, pulling up his chair next to Abel’s. Before Abel could say anymore, Matthew sat back down, snuggling up to Abel. He leaned in, landing a soft kiss on Abel’s lips, which was joyfully returned.

“Focus on getting better first.” Matthew whispered. “There is only one of you.”

Abel chuckled. Silence followed, Matthew resting his head against Abel’s shoulder. Abel closed his eyes, allowing himself to rest against Matthew. They had time to rebuild. To recover. But for now…

Moments like these were worth a lifetime.

If its the “Keep Reading” problem, I’ve been looking for a solution for that too, because it doesn’t work for me on Mobile! What I usually do for these kind of posts is:

-Click on the “Share” button

-Copy the link to clipboard

-Open a browser/internet

-Paste the link in the url

and it should take you to the post on the browser, which works compared to when in mobile. I’ll be trying to fix all of my keep reading posts. (if someone has a definite solution please share it with me?) I do apologize for the inconvenience.

I personally don’t know or have seen/read a fic like that. Sorry! D: Do any of you guys know of a fic like that?

Pairing: RusAme (Russia x America/USA/United States of America) (Human names used)

Cast:

It was dangerous. It was illegal. Alfred knew better than toget involved with this kind of stuff. But the thrill of it all was tooaddictive to give up on. It began as a one-time thing. A last resort while inthe need for quick money. But once he began, he kept going back. Every time heswore himself it would be the last, and yet he always came back. Worst partwas; he knew it was wrong. But it was too addictive. No one could ever know.Not even Ivan.

…

“Ivan, are you listening?”

Ivan looked up, turning to look at Francis who looked backwith a concerned look. It was late, and with Kiku at the wheel, they drove totheir destination. They had been tracking down this boxing ring for months, andhad finally gotten a tip on their next event. Now they had to go undercover,record the evidence, and all of their work would pay off. Ivan was chosen to goundercover in the ring. His stature and history of boxing in high school madehim the perfect candidate. Kiku would go with him, while Francis and Antonioremained in the car to keep watch. Easy, right?

“What’s wrong? You need to stay on top of your gametonight.” Francis warned. Ivan nodded, looking down at his cellphone.

“I know. Sorry. It’s just…Alfred hasn’t answered my texts orcalls.” Ivan said, sighing slightly as he handed his cellphone to Francis. “Hemust be angry.”

“It’ll pass.” Antonio assured, smiling as he sat in the veryback, laptop on his lap as he typed stuff in. “His fiancé is one of thedepartment’s more important detectives, after all. He knows job comes first.”

“I guess.” Ivan then smiled softly. “Though if I get a blackeye I will never hear the end of it.”

“I doubt you would want it any other way.” Francis teased,earning a playful shove from Ivan.

“We’re here.” Kiku said, parking the car a street away fromthe actual location as planned.

“Right! Let’s see. Checking, checking. Camera good to go,mic and earpiece working.” Antonio hummed, looking across the multiple programson his laptop. “We should be able to see everything from the camera on Kiku’sglasses.”

“You know what to do. You go in, fight a few rounds, recordstuff, get out, and we call it a day. If there’s any trouble, use the safe wordand we’ll call for backup.” Francis explained, Kiku and Ivan nodding. “Goodluck guys. We’ll be here.” And with that, Ivan and Kiku stepped out, and tookoff.

They walked all the way to a seemingly rundown warehouse,walking up to a large door before banging on it. A few seconds later a manopened the door slightly, looking over at the two. He didn’t say anything,until Kiku pulled out a stack of 20s and showed them to the man. The man’s eyesglistened, opening the door as he took the stack and flipped through it, onlyto then hand it back to Kiku and gesturing them inside.

“…have fun.” He said, allowing them inside. The two walkedright in, the doorman closing the door before returning to his post. Theywalked down the stairs, following the lights and the sound of cheers echoingacross the compound, reaching to the arena. It was a circular pit of dirt rightin the middle of the large room, elevated walls giving to the audience areasthat kept them separated by the built-in fences. People cheered as currentlytwo boxers fought for their lives and fame down in the pit, the ground beneathsplattered with dried up blood from previous fights. They were intruders in ahoney trap. One bad move, and they were screwed.

“Hey there!” A man chimed in, walking over to the two.“Welcome to the ring! You guys can call me the Ringleader around here. Are youhere to bet or are you here to participate?” The man asked. Kiku cleared histhroat.

“To participate. This is my fighter, Ivan, and I’m hissponsor.” Kiku said, offering his hand for a shake, to which the man accepted.

“Ah! A new fighter! New blood is always welcomed!” TheRingleader said, walking over to Ivan before walking around him, inspectinghim. “Quite the tall fella.” The Ringleader said, patting on Ivan’s shoulderbefore walking over to Kiku. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the locker room.”With that, he led the two away. The locker room seemed to be even more bloodythan the actual arena. There was dried blood on the seats and floor, boxerspreparing for their fights while those who had already gone were either layingon a bench unconscious or being fixed up by their sponsors.

“You’ll wait here and ready until we call you. Put on a goodshow, alright?” The Ringmaster asked, smirking to himself before walking away.Kiku and Ivan glanced at each other momentarily.

“I’ll be watching you from the stands.” Kiku said.

“Yeah.”

“Ivan.”

“Hm?”

Kiku’s eyes narrowed. “Be careful out there.”

Ivan smiled. “Of course.”

…

It took a while for Ivan to reach his turn. Every time afighter came back into the room they were either smiling in victory or fumingin defeat. Regardless, they would always return with broken bones and bloodybodies, giving Ivan a glance of what he had to prepare for. He wore bandages onhis hands, a pair of boxing shorts, and no shoes. Standard attire. No gloves.Just fists and flesh.

“Ivan, you’re up!”

Ivan stood up, walking past the resting fighters down thehallway towards the arena. He could hear the roar of the crowd that waited formore slaughter, more excitement, more blood.

“Next up, on the blue corner, we have a fierce newcompetitor fresh off the ring! Standing at 182 centimeters, give a loud welcometo Ivan The Terrible!!!” The announce yelled, the crowd cheering in response.

“(Ivan the Terrible? Really?)” Ivan thought, slightlyannoyed at the nickname before stepping out into the arena. Just one fight.That’s all he had to endure for tonight. He could see the people hanging offfrom the fences, yelling and cheering on as they made bets and comments.

“And on the blue corner, our fan favorite! Standing at 175centimeters, give a shout to our current champion, the one, the only, thefierce, the Alfred the Hero!” The announcer yelled, receiving a loud wave ofcheers as the fan favorite began to step out of the shadows. Ivan got ready,rising his fists and preparing for anything…but he could have never beenprepared for what he saw next. Stepping out of the shadows was a familiarblonde with familiar blue eyes, wearing blue shorts with white stars on them,and bandages on his fists. His heart seemed to stop in its place as his eyeswidened, his opponent reacting the same way, his smile fading into anexpression of shock and horror.

“Alfred.” Ivan whispered, staring down at his fiancé. Whywas he here?

“I…Ivan…” Alfred said, shaking his head in disbelief. Whatwas HE here?!

“Oh shit.” Kiku whispered under his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. Oh shit was an understatement, and he could already hear Antonio and Francis frantically screaming from the car. Ivan nor Alfred moved, simply staring at each other, unknowing what to do, what to say. How do you explain your fiance that you are part of an underground boxing ring? How do you explain your fiance that you are going undercover to expose such underground boxing ring? Neither of them could form the words, or actions. Soon the public began to get annoyed, yelling out in anger, asking them to fight already. The Ringmaster looked over annoyed. Kiku gulped, tapping on his glasses slightly. Francis was quick to respond, quickly speaking to Ivan’s earpiece.

“Ivan! You have to fight! Otherwise your cover will be blown!” Francis insisted. Ivan shook his head.

“But…” Ivan began, hesitating. How was he going to fight his fiance? The love of his life? Alfred’s eyes wondered across the arena, seeing the displeasing looks of the fans as they complained for them to fight. Around the crowd he caught Kiku’s eyes, who looked back at him with a worried expression. Alfred’s eyes narrowed, and gripped his fists. Undercover. This was what Ivan was going to go undercover to…and unless he fought him, they would be exposed…and who knows what might happen to them.

“(I can’t let that happen.)” Alfred thought. Steeling himself, and gripping his fists, he dashed forward, launching a fist right at Ivan. It snapped Ivan out of his trance, having him side step to avoid the hit before pushing Alfed away.

“What are you doing?!” Ivan hissed.

“What does it look like you coward? I’m looking for a fight!” Alfred yelled, gaining cheering from the fans as he launched at Ivan again. Ivan blocked and dodged the punches, at one point grabbing a hold of Alfred’s wrists to keep him from punching anymore.

“Alfred I don’t want to-!” Ivan began, but was interrupted when Alfred threw his head back, and slammed it forward, headbutting Ivan with all of his force, causing them both to gasp out in pain. As Alfred rested his forehead against Ivan’s, he looked into his eyes with worry.

“If you don’t fight me, you’ll end up being ratted out, and Kiku will be right in the middle of it all!” Alfred whispered, before pushing Ivan away and getting back on his stance. Ivan paused, glancing back at Kiku momentarily before admitting, he was right. Kiku was among the crowd, with the Ringmaster just a few feet away. Any wrong movement, and the crowd would throw themselves onto Kiku like a pack of wild animals. He couldn’t let his partner take the fall for his faults on the job.

“Damn!” Ivan hissed, gritting his teeth before turning back to Alfred. He only hesitated for a moment, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’, before dashing towards him. The two exchanged punches and hits, taking away each other’s breaths as they did their best to aim at strong parts of the body, but from time to time hitting somewhere they never meant to hit. Blood began to spill, much to each other’s dismay, the cheering of the crowd all but ignored as they focused on each other. 

“What the hell were you thinking of doing this?!” Ivan asked as he blocked a punch, his voice masked by the screaming of the crowd.

“I never wanted you to know!” Alfred said, throwing a few punches before jumping back, avoiding another punch. “It was only meant to be temporary!”

“When this is done getting your wounds healed up will be the least of your problems.” Ivan assured, throwing more punches as Alfred blocked them.

“It’s not like you could have ever figured it out, you’re never home!” Alfred yelled, landing a punch right on Ivan’s cheek, much to his surprise. “Sorry!” Ivan stepped back, wiping blood from his nose before attacking again. Alfred dodged a few punches, only to get hit hard on the shoulder, sending him a few steps back. Alfred smirked a bit. “Guess you haven’t lost your touch.”

Ivan smirked back. “I guess I haven’t.” Soon however, the crowd began to become even more anxious and loud, yelling each of them to finish the other, to kill them, to end it. Even the Ringmaster was getting a tad bit tired of the longevity of the fight.

“Alright, how about we throw a few more punches, and I knock you out, just as the champion should?”

“Fine.” Ivan said. “Don’t hold back now.” 

The two fought again, throwing punches back and forth as they set up the stage for the ‘knock out’…until fate’s twisted sense of humor decided to pull on their legs. Just as Alfred was meant to dodge a punch, he slipped on the sand beneath, tripping forward just as Ivan threw a punch. Neither could stop their movements in time, as Alfred fell right into the punch, receiving its full power as it knocked his head to the side with a loud SNAP. Blood escaping his lips before falling onto the floor beneath. Ivan felt his heart jump up to his throat. Oh god no.

“Alfred!” Ivan screamed dropping onto the floor besides him and quickly picking Alfred up in his arms. “Alfred, talk to me!” Ivan begged, gently cradling Alfred, afraid he would end up hurting him more. The crowd watched in confusion, and Kiku took this chance to finally call for back up.

“Hetalia.” Kiku whispered, the safe word quickly activating the back up procedure for them. Before the Ringmaster could go any further, there was shouting, a loud bang, and the sound of footsteps as Antonio and Francis entered the room with their guns in their hands, and police back up right behind them.

“Police Department everyone get your hands in the air!!!” Antonio yelled, and just like that, panic ensued, the crowd dispersing as they all began to scramble to escape before getting caught. The Ringmaster was just about to make his get away before being tripped by Kiku, who quickly got his gun on him.

“Not so fast.” Kiku hummed, causing the Ringmaster to growl in anger. Down in the arena, ignoring the chaos around them, Ivan held Alfred, who groaned in pain in his arms.

“Jeez….you sure know how to throw a good one…” Alfred groaned.

“You’re not suppose to fall into my punch, Alfred.”

“Yeah…but you have to admit I put up quite a show.” Alfred flinched. “I think I broke something.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t.”

Alfred frowned, looking up at Ivan. “I’m sorry. I only did it once for the heck of it, and I told myself I would stop but I kept coming back for more…”

“You should of told me.” Ivan gently moved some of Alfred’s hair away from his face.

“I know…I just didn’t want to disappoint you, I guess.”

“Alfred.” Ivan leaned in, gently landing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, and always will, regardless of everything and anything. You can count on me, just as I can count on you.”

Alfred smiled softly. “Ah…I love you.”

“I love you too…but you’re still in trouble.”

“I guess so.”

Pairing: Prussia x Fem!Canada (Human names used)

Cast:

“GILBERT!”

Gilbert jumped, the laundry in his hands flying out of his hands at the surprise of the sudden scream from his wife. Madeline. His heart jumped to this throat as he began to panic, hurrying down the hall and down the stairs.

“Madeline?! Madeline are you alright?!” Gilbert asked, almost tripping on his own feet a few times before reaching the living room. He braced for the worst, but what he got he certainly didn’t expect. Madeline was kneeling down on the floor, her eyes wide and a bright smile on her face, her arms extended as their beloved child was…taking their first steps.

“Oh my goodness!” Gilbert gasped. The sound of his voice drew the attention of their child, who turned to him with a bright smile. Slowly, but determined, the child made their way towards Gilbert, Madeline following behind them. The two could only watch as their child wobbled their way towards Gilbert, almost losing their balance a couple of times, before eventually reaching Gilbert and extending their arms to be picked up. Gilbert didn’t hesitate, picking his child up with a squeal. Madeline was quick to join him, kissing their child on the head.

“That’s my little angel! Already walking like a champ! So smart!” Gilbert cooed, receiving squeals from the baby, before turning over to Madeline with a smile. “Obviously inherited from you~” He cooed to her, before receiving a peck on the lips, which he returned.

He was the luckiest man in the world, and no one could tell him otherwise.

Pairing: GiriPan (Greece x Japan) (Human names used)

Cast:

“Hercules, what is this?”

Hercules looked up from his book, glancing as his husbandKiku held a small cat in his hands.

“I think it’s a cat.” Hercules said.

“I know it’s a cat. But you know what I do not know? Why isit here?” Kiku asked. Hercules whistled and glanced to the side.

“I don’t know what you mean~”

“Hercules,” Kiku hissed. “We have seven cats; Zeus, Athena,Hera, Ares, Apollo, Poseidon, and Demeter. This is not one of them. So who’s isit?” Kiku asked again, the small cat purring under Kiku’s petting hand.Hercules paused, and slowly glanced back to his book. “…this is a stray cat isn’tit?”

“I can explain!” Hercules said as he threw his book to theside and walked over to Kiku, taking the cat from his hands. “It was sittinginside a cardboard box and it was raining and it didn’t have any collar and itwas skinny so I brought it over and fed it and then the other cats go along…~”Kiku sighed.

“Hercules, honey, I understand, but you also need tounderstand…we have seven cats. Seven. All of them also adopted from strays. Youcan’t possibly keep bring in stray cats every time you see one.” Kiku insisted.

“Oh I know but look at him!” Hercules said as he held thekitty cat, who meowed cutely as Hercules waved at Kiku with its tiny kitty paw.Kiku’s eyes twitched slightly. Crap. It was cute. Resist. Resist!

“…Hercules-“ Kiku started, to which Hercules pleaded withbig, puppy like eyes. Kiku glanced at his husband, and then down at the kitty.The kitty meowed, gently purring as it also gave Kiku these big eyes. It wastoo cute. Too. Cute. Darn it! “…fine we can keep it.” Kiku finally said,groaning as Hercules cheered. He then kissed Hercules, and then picked up thekitty in his arms.

“But we’re naming this one Goku.”

Pairing: Spain x Italy/North Italy/Veneziano (Human namesused)

Cast:

It was a very stupid argument that was quickly getting outof hand. And by the time that Antonio had realized it, Feliciano was too upsetto talk to him to fix it.

“I’m sorry, Feli.” Antonio insisted. But Feliciano wouldn’tlook at him, his arms crossed as he puffed his cheeks. “Come on, it was verydumb for us to even get angry about it. I’m sorry. Please talk to me, Feli.Forgive me!” Antonio asked again. Feliciano kept silent, shaking his head.Antonio pouted, thinking of a way to cheer Feliciano up and away from his grumpiness.Then it came to him. “Feli.” Antonio spoke. Feliciano looked back slightly,only to watch Antonio lean closer and gently take a hold of Feliciano’scurl.  Feliciano gasped, his face turningred.

“…Antonio…!!!” Feli gasped, obviously embarrassed at thefeeling. Antonio blinked a few times and gently began to rub the curl inbetween his fingers, wrapping it around and overall playing with it asFeliciano bit his bottom lip. “Antonio…nooooo….~” Feliciano purred, holding hishands together as he felt the world spin, the feeling indescribable. It felt sogood, so tempting, and any moment Antonio stopped it just left him wanting more.Curse his curl and its inexpiable sensitivity!

“There we go.” Antonio smiled sheepishly, still rubbing thecurl. “You’re not angry anymore!” Antonio said as he finally let go of thecurl. Feliciano puffed his cheeks again, his cheeks red.

“That doesn’t count~” Feliciano said, slowly smiling as hebegan to laugh. Antonio’s eyes softened, smiling in relief.

Thank you, magical curl.

Anon, you forgot to add a pairing or characters you would like for this request…

Pairing: Spamano (Spain x South Italy/Romano) (Human names used)

Cast:

A blind date. Lovino didn’t remember how his brother Feliciano managed to convince him to go on one, but there he was, walking up to the café in search of his blind date. As he entered Lovino wished Feliciano had at least told him his date’s name. He gave him a description, but that could fit anyone! Lovino paused, glancing back and forth across the café, until he noticed a handsome young man sitting on a booth by himself. Green eyes, tanned skin, curly brown hair, fitted the description Feliciano had given him. This could be him.

“Hey,” Lovino said, walking over to the booth. The young man looked up from his coffee. “Sorry if I’m late. I just got off my classes. The bus was hell.” Lovino said casually as he sat down across him. “I’m Lovino, Feliciano’s brother.”

“Um,” The young man blinked, offering his hand. “I’m Antonio?”

“Nice to meet you.” Lovino said, shaking his hand. “I…This is my first blind date.” Lovino admitted as he scratched his cheek.

“I see.” Antonio said looking around before looking back at Lovino. “You were in class before this?”

“Yeah. I’m majoring in History. And let me tell you, some of the classes are a pain in the ass.” Lovino began. And so the two began to talk, Antonio listening while nodding his head. He listened to Lovino and how he was able to manage his classes, his problems of the week, and how Feliciano had gotten his foot stuck inside of a bucket last month, all in a span of thirty minutes to which Antonio didn’t manage to even speak up. Not that he minded.

“…and then I kicked him.” Lovino finished, drinking his sofa. Antonio chuckled.

“He deserved it, honestly.” Antonio added.

“I know right?” Lovino said. He took a deep breath, pursing his lips. “Ah…I talked your ear off didn’t I?” Lovino asked, blushing once he realized he hadn’t stopped talking since he arrived. “I bet you didn’t expect your blind date to come rant at you.”

“It’s fine, really.” Antonio said sweetly, before lifting up his cup of coffee. “Though now that I have the chance, I think I should tell you that you might have gotten the wrong table…” Antonio said with a smile. “I’m not your blind date.”

What? Oh…OH.

“…oh my god.” Lovino gasped, his face turning red. Wrong table. Wrong person. Fuck. Lovino instantly stood up. “…I am SO sorry!” Lovino said, stammering as he had never felt so embarrassed. “I’ll leave you alone, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Lovino began backing up, but Antonio quickly raised his hand.

“Hey wait.” Antonio said, “It’s fine…I’m actually enjoying talking with you.” Antonio admitted. He offered the seat again. “Come and sit again with me. I want to hear more about your classes.” Antonio said. Lovino blinked, sitting down on the seat.

“…you don’t mind?” Lovino asked.

“No, actually,” Antonio offered him a menu. “Stay and eat with me. I…want to know you better.” Lovino paused, his face flushing.

“Ah…” Lovino smiled softly. “Thank you.” Lovino said as he accepted the offer.

Turns out this blind date turned out better than expected.

I hope you don’t mind if I use their country names to avoid confusion with human names.

Pairing: RusEng (Russia x England/United Kingdom)

Cast:

The decorations were up, the flowers were set, the rings were secure. They had been planning this wedding for months and today was the big day!

“You look dashing, brother!” Ukraine smiled, clapping her hands together as she finished helping with the tie. Russia smiled as he looked himself in the mirror.

“Thank you, sis.” Russia said happily as he played with his fingers. “I’m so nervous!”

“Don’t worry about it! It will all be fine. Just relax and enjoy. It’s you and England’s special day, after all.” Ukraine assured. Belarus walked up, wearing an elegant dress as she held a sunflower in her hand. She walked over to Russia, fixing the sunflower onto his suit.

“As long as it makes you happy, brother.” Belarus murmured, a hunt of jealously in her tone, but at the same time sounding genuinely sincere. Russia smiled.

“Thank you, sis.” Russia said, feeling a few tears escaping the edge of his eyes as he hugged his sisters tight.

Meanwhile in the other side, in another room, England was getting ready as well, America being loud as ever as France insisted on helping him with the suit and make sure he looked flawless.

“I can’t tell who’s more nervous England or Russia!” America said happily as he laughed a bit.

“Darn it America don’t be so loud.” England asked, struggling against France who was trying to flatten out a few wrinkles.

“Stay still for a moment! I can’t just let you walk out there with wrinkles on your suit!” France insisted. He eventually let go of England, watching him in his suit along with America. “Now that’s a groom.” France said, America taking a picture on his cellphone.

“I look good…right? I don’t look odd or anything? It fits right?” England asked, looking himself in the mirror.

“You look awesome, don’t worry about it!” America smiled, giving him thumbs up.

“You look like a groom! Besides, the moment you see Russia I doubt you’ll be worried about any critics.” Francis winked playfully.

“Australia says it’s all set, we’re ready!” America said cheerfully.

“Let’s get going!” Francis said, hurrying England out the door. England walked down the hall, stopping at the crossing as he met face to face with Russia.

“Russia.”

“England.” Russia glanced at his soon husband to be, his heart fluttering loudly. “You look beautiful…!” Russia said, trying his best not to shed anymore tears. England was feeling equally as flushed, his body shaking slightly of happiness and excitement. He was absolutely stunning.

“Russia…” England sniffled, feeling a few tears escaping his eyes.

“Aw love.” Russia gently moved closer, wiping the tears away with a smile.

“This is too much and the wedding hasn’t even started!” Francis squealed, dramatically using a handkerchief to wipe away his own tears, passing it onto Ukraine so she could wipe the tears escaping her eyes.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” America said, the group nodding and walking off as everyone got ready. England took Russia’s hand, the two having decided to walk down the aisle hand in hand.

“Ready to get married?” England asked. Russia nodded with a smile.

“I couldn’t be more ready!” Russia admitted.

Soon the music began to play. Everyone turned, watching Wy as the flower girl throwing flower petals all around. Sealand holding the box with the rings in it following Wy. Then came the stars of the evening, the couple. Russia and England, walking down the aisle hand in hand, smiling and grinning as they could barely contain their excitement. Everyone was there. Every country, cheering them on. They reached the end, the ceremony starting as the two held hands. From time to time the two would glance at each other, smiling and playing with each other’s hands, twirling their fingers and whispering secrets to each other whenever the chance was given. Then came the rings.

“I hereby promise to you, to be faithful, and to love you until the ends of the earth…” The two spoke, reciting the words as everyone could barely contain their emotions, tears escaping and smiles ever so bright.

“And now I pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.” The minister said.

“About darn time.” England whispered under his breath, wrapping his arms around Russia as Russia did the same, and the two shared a long coming, passionate kiss.