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Spamano wedding

Turi: Hello everyone, now here is the day we have all been waiting for, Spain and Romanos wedding day! 

Italy: *tearing up* Ve~ big brother is getting married, I am so exicted. *sniff* 

Germany: *holds him* Now be a good best man, Romano needs you. 

Italy: Okay (leaves to prepare ring) 

Cut to Spains room 

Spain: (getting ready) I can't wait, this is the day I've been waiting for for so long. 

Prussia: Kesesesese! So, I am your best man, that is an honour. (has ring box in his hands) 

France: (comes in with a dress on) I am your maid of honour, I am more than delighted for this wonderful task.  

Spain: (turns and smiles) I am more than happy to have my two best friends as my best man and maid of honour. (pulls them into a group hug) 

In Romanos room 

Romano: (dressing up in his red tuxedo) Well my nerves are getting to me, I am so stupid. Spain is a great man, and he wants me to be his husband. 

Italy: (enters room) Ve~ fratello, you look wonderful! 

Romano: *turns around blushing* Um, thank you, fratello.

Italy: *hugs him* I am so happy for you fratello. I will do my best to make your big day perfect.

Romano: *nods* As long as you let me be the best man in your and that potato bastards wedding.

Italy: *shrug* Sure, we aren't engaged yet though.

Belgium: (enters in a wonderful tomato decorated dress) Is everything alright Romano? 

Romano: Si, you look wonderful Bella. 

Belgium: Gracie Romano, I am here to help you with the last touches. 

Romano: Can you help me with my tie, my hands are shakin. 

Belgium: Sure (walks over, tying his tie) This day I hope will be perfect. 

Romano: Yeah *look nervous* Gracie Belgium. 

Suddenly a light appears and Rome is in the room. 

Rome: Romano my grandson

Romano: *sees him, starts tearing up* Grandpa Rome?

Rome: Si, I am here to lead you to the alter on your big day. 

Romano: Oh grandpa *hugs him* Did Turi call you here? 

Rome: Si, she told me to lead you down the aisle. 

Romano: Gracie grandpa, and remind me to think Turi later. 

In church/room thing, the arch is set up with tomato cutains and two turtles on top. Spain is under the arch, with Prussia by his side. Norway is the priest. 

Spain: Oh my god, I am so nervous do I look okay?

Prussia: *claps him on shoulder* Sure, calm down mate. 

Austria starts playing the piano and France and Belgium appears with flower baskets throwing flower petals over their shoulder. Italy comes in, standing on the other side of the arch from Prussia and Spain. Then Romano and grandpa Rome appears, Romano is smiling and is red as a tomato, Rome is holding him to steady him. They reach the arch and Romano takes Spains hand, Spain smiles nicely. 

Norway: *clears throat* We are gathered here today, to celebrate the wedding of Spain and South Italy otherwise known as Romano. May gods will rest upon you for all eternity (literally), and may you never be seperated before (for some reason) death do you appart (which may never happen because you are countries). *turns to Spain* Now Spain repeat after me, "Romano, I promise to value and protect you" Æmonotone*