Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Author's Note: Can't make up my mind. Oops, third person.

Tux? Check. Venue set up and decorated? Check. Everyone got here just fine? Check. Panic attack? Double check. Paranoia? Triple check. You got this? Too many checks.

Alfred stared at himself in his bedroom mirror, his hands shook with nervousness.
"Damn, today's the day. I'm marrying him. Are you ready?" Alfred asked himself, looking deep into his eyes in the mirror.
He nodded his head, feeling more determined than ever.

"Marry the Hell out of that Brit, he's the only one you need." Alfred assured himself.
He grabbed his keys and his tux, putting everything else he needed into a bag. He grabbed his sunglasses, it being early August and headed out the door, closing the house door behind him.

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Arthur grabbed the trash can again, vomiting into it violently. He spewed and the sound vomit and bile makes when it hits the trash can only made him vomit worse.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked worriedly, coming to his brother's aid.
"Of course I'm ok-" Arthur cut himself off, puking up the bile once again. His hands trembled around the tin can, breathing into the disgusting can shakily.
"Just.. Nervous." Arthur finished, wiping his mouth and setting down the trash can.

Peter stared with a concerned face, "Big Brother if you pass out on the aisle I'm not saving you. I'm just a ring bearer." Peter insisted.
"But of course."

Gilbert walked into the small dressing room, knocking after he opened the door.
"Ugh, what do you want Gilbert?" Arthur inquired, looking the ruby-eyed 'Prussian' up and down with a look of distastefulness.
"You seen Alfred?" Gilbert asked, looking outside the room, "He's not here yet."

Arthur's jaw dropped, his hands shaking worse. He fell to the floor, curling up into a ball. "He left me! And not even at the alter that bloody bastard! I knew he was no good-"
"Who's no good?" Asked a familiar voice. Arthur looked up from his ball, seeing Alfred peek in confusedly.

"Alfred!" Arthur immediately lit up, sitting up as if nothing happened.
"Jeesh, it reeks in here. What did you kill?" Alfred asked, hugging Arthur from the floor.
"Oh...Nothing, it's okay. Don't worry about that! Anyway, we're running a little bit behind schedule because of your ass! You're walking down the aisle at 11:30 AM sharp! It's 10 now! So go get ready!"

Alfred rolled his eyes, disliking how he was being told what to do on his day to be a princess—though if we're honest, which we always are, Arthur was the princess—
"Alright, I'm going to get ready now. Get all pretty babe, I'll see you at the alter." Alfred winked.

Arthur watched Alfred swiftly leave the room with Gilbert as well, closing the door behind them.
"Alright sweetie, let's get your makeup started." Eliza came into the room, smiling.
"Makeup? But I'm a boy..?"
"Hush Dear, I'm going to do as I was directed."

Arthur obliged, sitting in the chair. Eliza happily went to work on the Brit's makeup, touching up with foundation.
"These eyebrows, they just won't do-"
"My eyebrows stay."
Eliza raised her hands up innocently, quickly going back to work.
"So..first wedding?" Eliza inquired, smiling still.
"What am I to you?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm..I was just asking Dear, I'm sorry. But really, I don't see anything wrong with being married more than once-"
"This is my first wedding, Eliza."
"Ooh! So you must be nervous-ridden!"
"How obvious is it?" Arthur asked, concerned.
"Quite obvious, but it's completely understandable! It's your wedding, I remember my wedding. Gosh, I was so nervous!" Eliza recalled, a smile graced her beautiful face.