July 4th

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10

America's POV

Okay, Heroes don't normally get nervous but seriously this has to be one of the most terrifying days of my life. I am now 8 months pregnant and I have to walk down the isle looking like I have eaten too many burgers, it wouldnt be that bad if I was wearing a suit but no! Denmark and Prussia took me shopping a week ago and made me try on a bunch of wedding dresses. "Hey America, how are you feeling?" I turn around and find Canada standing in the doorway, Kumajiro standing at his feet What the hell is France doing here? "Hey Bro, I'm doing alright, bit worried but okay." I gazed skeptically at France as he had started to snigger, but before i could say something Canada spoke up "France, can you please not laugh you are not helping." he had said it in a firm manner but I had noticed that his facial expression did not match but couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Oh I am so sorry Mon Amour, I will go and check on England then shall I?" The exchange between my brother and France made me momenterally forget about the ordeal I am in. "Hey Mattie? Can you do me a favour please?" Canada turned his attention away from the retreating figure of that frog and looked at me, a slight tilt of his head which he only does when he is confused "Whats up Alfred?" He takes a quick glance behind him and closes the door walking towards me searching my face for something. "Ummmm I don't know how to put the dress on, can you give me a hand?" I see a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sees the blush grow on mine. Looking down at the floor out of embarrassment I shuffle my feet feeling like a small child Iggy used to dress me when I was a small child. The thought of Arthur made me smile but Matthew answering my earlier question snapped me out of my thoughts "Sure Alfred, did you put it in the wardrobe?" I nod my head dreading the look on Arthur's face as he turns around an sees me in this get up, I mean I am supposed to be the hero but he proposed to me and I amthe one wearing the dress. "Right lift your arms up Alfred, I need to slide it over your head first."

Arthur's POV

Bloody hell, i hae never been so nervous in all of my life, the wedding is just two hours away and I need to get into my suit, the one i wore on our first date to be precise. "Mon Dieu England, How are you feeling?" I turn around sharply spotting the frog standing in the doorway smirking, When the hell did he open the door? "What do you want Frog?" Glaring at the Frenchman I turn my back and start to undo my buttons of my dress shirt, "Oh England how you wound me, I just came to check up on you. I mean I could have stayed with Alfred... My how amusing that would have been!" Shraply turning around to face him yet again I ask "What? Is Alfred okay? How is he?" Alright I know I sound like a teenage girl but I haven't seen Alfred since last night when Prussia and Denmark kidnapped him from our home last night. "Calm down mon Ami, he is just fine. Mon Petite Canadian is helping him get dressed as we speak." Pealing off my shirt and replacing it with my newly dry cleaned one, I walk over to the wardrobe and pull out the rest of my suit. "Why is Canada helping him get dressed? A suit is not that hard to put on." France doesn't answer and just stands there smiling at me, I raise my eyebrows but do not say a word either, we stand in silence as I finish dressing before I speak again. "Hey France, do you think I will be a good father?" He steps forward palcing his hands on my shoulders eyes softening before replying "Arthur, you raised America, Canada and many of the other countries all by yourself, you are the country who have raised the most colonies ever and just look how great these countries have now become. If you can do that with any country I am sure you are going to make an excellent father. Well you need to be seen as America is the mother." I laugh a little at that last statement but then get to thinking about mine and America's relationship. I mean sure we have had our ups and down; we have moved in together and are getting married; I am sure we are ready for a child but America has never looked after another before, I wonder if he will be alright? "Arthur? Are you Alright?" I look up to find my siblings gathered in the room before me. "Yea I am fine just a little nervous is all." I see relief flood their faces and realise they must have been stood there for a while, "Hey Arthur, are you happy?" Erin looks up at me giving me a small smile as she takes my hand and gives it a light squeze, squeezing back I smile down at her "Yes I am extremely happy Erin, I cannot believe that the day has finally cae. I have been waiting so long for this to come." Blushing slightly as I see the michevious glints shining in my brothers eyes, "Oh but Dylan don't you think Arthur will be much happier once he sees what his beloved is wearing?" Confusion and worry filling my head I exchange a glance with France who now has a smirk plastered over his face, "Why Allistor, I do believe you may be right there, he is going to be extremely happy. Don't you agree Seamus?" Looking between my siblings becoming more and more confused by the minute, "Yes I completely agree. I am going to record his face when Alfred comes down the ailse." Without giving me an explanation, my siblings all walk out of the door and back towards the main church, chuckling between themselves as the round the corner. I turn on the Frenchman smirking in the corner "What are they on about Frog?" I grab him by his collar and bring my fist back ready to punch him in the face when a small voice sounds "Ummm Arthur, it is time to get in place." Releasing Francis from my grip I look up at the clock and sigh as I read the time 12:00 the start of the wedding, following Matthew and France out of the dressing room I make my way to the front of the church, wiping my palms down my trouser legs, the butterflies coming back.