Informing You

Bonus Chapter: A Bona Fide Question

Arthur sat in bed, worn out from the dancing (minus the slow dancing with his beautiful wife, it could never tire him to dance with her), reading a book. He was cosy, and now happy he knew he had an excuse for Anna to stay at his place; sleeping in the same bed.

He remembered how Estonia had freaked out about his beloved's sister looking like Germany as a girl. And he remembered the best man's speech Alfred gave - that he almost cried over the way the American had chosen his words. And how Anna used her voice to sing her vows.

When he realised she was singing, he had to force himself not to cry. His heart imploded when he remembered that was the first time anyone, besides Sam and Emma, had heard her sing, and that first time, it was to him.

If only her elegance could have stayed. But right now, as he sat trying to read Beowulf, his wife was in the ensuite wrestling with her dress, screeching all sorts of expletives. He glanced to his right to see that her laptop was currently on a break after she'd used it to edit footage of the wedding. She insisted it had to go on the Studio Whiskers blog.

"ARTIEEEE!" She yelled, ripping him from his thoughts. "PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Anna? Are you alright, darling?" He replied, as this was the second time she'd spoken in a shrill tone today.

"No! I am not okay! I can't bloody breathe!"

He jumped and sprinted to the bathroom. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked, slowly opening the door.

"What I bloody well need, Arthur, is to get out of this goshdarn forsaken monstrosity of a dress. I looked in the mirror when I got home tonight and... I looked... I look like a bloody black widow SPIDER!" Her volume increased as she became more and more distressed.

"Alright, there's no need to shout about it. I'll give you a hand."

"Thank you. And as soon as you get the last knot undone, run like the bloody wind. Got it?"

"Yes, love." He said and began helping her. Eventually, she began removing her make-up at the same time. "I've never seen you without make-up before, sweetheart."

"I don't believe you have, Art. I suppose there is a first time *sigh* for everything." She mumbled, while soaking her face in water. "By the way, I'm not going to bed until I finish editing and upload that video."

"But, Anna, it takes you hours to edit those!" He whined, before yanking the first knot out triumphantly.

"I am a perfectionist, and my wonderful colleagues decided to give me a week off work, much to my difference of opinion."

"I love that you're a hard worker, but I have to agree with them."

After a while and several unknotted balls of satin fabric, the running of the sink stopped, startling Arthur. "Say, Artie. How long do you think it'll be?"

"Be until what? Alfred dies of a heart attack? It's very likely to happen soon."

"What have I told you about joking about death? About your brother no less." She tutted, before he apologised. "I meant, until there's mini Geordie half-breeds running all over the place?"

His face burnt a bright red, much like the sun. "I-I don't know."

"Whenever you're ready, tell me 'kay?" She said, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror, her cuteness making his face burn even brighter. To this she laughed, as she felt the dress loosen.

The man did not look back, as he ran like the wind to the comfort of his bed and Beowulf.

She chuckled. 'He's so cute when he's embarrassed. But even so, he practically burnt through the ribbon. I must try that again sometime.' She could finally breathe once more.

-The End-
-(And by "The End", we mean the end of this book. Yes, we know. Oh gosh, there's more of this!)-