Informing You

Chapter Nine: Wardrobe Malfucntions

Sam adjusted the corset on Anna's dress in the bride-chamber, aka the Brit's room in her parents house, bracing her feet on the door frame and pulling with all her weight. Anna was grunting, telling her to "Pull tighter, you weak wanker!"

Sam was cursing, saying "I'm giving you all I've got, Captain!" Soon though, the satin ribbon broke and the American fell to the floor with a loud and painful plop - Anna going face first onto the floor, her hoop skirt giving the other woman a full view.

"Ouch, dang blooming blast it... Annzie, the tie broke!" Sam said, rubbing her rear as she stood, paying no mind to the view in front of her.

Anna stood up in horror, "No! The wedding is only ten minutes away!"

"Wait! I got this!" Sam pulled out a small sewing kit and found the colour that matched best, then sewed the string together again. "I don't think it will get as tight as you want."

"Just do your bloody best."

"Always do."

Impatiently, Anna looked around the room as she worried her happiness away. She peered into the bathroom to see her sister combing and gelling her blonde pixie cut back. And for some reason, she recognised this style of hair but couldn't put her finger on where. But the short Brit shook her head and mentally told herself she'd recognise it soon enough, before her sister was called to by Sam to help with the wardrobe malfunction.

Meanwhile, with the men.

"Onhonhonhon, zhis rose will most definitely sweep your lovely off of 'er feet!" France said, spinning in a few circles and handing a red rose to England, elegantly placing it in his pocket.

America leaned against the doorway and sighed, "I can't believe my big bro is getting married already."

"I've been married before, you git."

"REALLY?" Alfred freaked.

Arthur face palmed, "Yes, really. Elizabeth the first, it was a rather long time ago, now that I think about it."

"Maybe one day. I will find a true love once again..." Francis sighed.

"Shut up, frog."

"I'm sure you'll find a woman worthy of being your hero. If Arthur can do it, you can too!" Alfred swung an arm around the groom and France, an American smile plastered on his face.

"What is that supposed to mean, America?" The annoyed Englishman said, his thick left eyebrow twitching, as he adjusted his tie and the rose in his pocket.

As Alfred was about to sarcastically explain, they heard one sound: BZZT BZZT

Arthur looked to his side table to see his phone had been called by his wife to be.

"Hello, dear." Arthur started.

"Hiya, Artie." She sounded very worried. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, love. I'm alri-" He started but jumped at other familiar voices.

"Anna, put the bloody phone down!" Her sister yelled. "I thought you were gonna call for help, maybe. You broad-backed little gimp!"

"I am calling for help, it's emotional support." Anna sighed.

"It's not goshdarn helping us!"

"Emma, calm down, you know how this one is." Sam responded.

"Anyway, I don't think you're supposed to call you're blooming fiancé right before the wedding!" Emma was annoyed about something, it seemed. But nevertheless, the three worked "well" to keep their problem under wraps.