My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 2.3

A small wedding and lemon scene! I will put a warning before the smut starts!

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It was early spring, and America was nervously sitting in the chair as his papa France did his hair. France was smiling softly as he brushed through Alfred's locks. England was busy pressing out last minutes wrinkled on Alfred's tux, Canada was somewhere, and Prussia, Japan, and Denmark were helping their bestie calm down. There weren't defined groomsmen and bridesmaids, considering they didn't want to offend anybody. Both the grooms' dressing rooms were free to visit. Ukraine was live streaming Russia getting ready, and Japan was doing the same for Alfred. Of course, the subtitles were on so they could watch the stream on mute and neither of them could hear. Everybody was watching the streams, emojis coming in rapidly. Alfred began to drink something, as he ranted on his worries.

"I mean, I'm just worried ya know? Of course, I love Ivan more than the stars and apple pie. But my mind is just filled with thoughts of, 'what if' ya know?" Prussia patted his back and sighed.

"Deep breaths Alfred. Take un minute, vho are jou marrying?" Prussia comforted. Alfred raised his drink. The other nations were confused.

"Lad, that's a white Russian," England stated, his eyes widening when he realized what he just said. Japan, Denmark, Prussia, and France all laughed and a string of laughing emojis flooded the stream.

"Ohonhon! Zat von vas funny! I admit zat!" France exclaimed as he continued to brush America's hair, "ugh! Jour 'air is being rude to me! Zis stupid cowlick von't stay down!" Alfred chuckled.

"I honestly don't even try anymore," Alfred admitted, getting a chuckle for the group. France finally finished his hair and began helping Alfred into his tuxedo. Alfred and Ivan had white tuxedos with powder blue vests and crimson bow ties. Japan placed a rose flower crown on Alfred's head gently, "thanks Keeks" Japan bowed happily.

All the men wore crimson tuxes, with white dress shirts and powder blue ties. All the girls wore powder blue dresses with crimson flats and white sweaters. There were some exceptions, like Hungary, wearing a jumpsuit instead and Poland wearing a dress. Of course, they all didn't wear the same thing, there were slight variations. China wore a crimson pinyin with white pants and powder blue flats. Every nation was invited to the wedding, and the public was allowed to view it through television.

On Russia's end, he was busy fretting on whether he was worthy enough for America. Ukraine, Belarus, Lithuania, and Romano were all trying to help calm him down. That's when a knock was heard at the door. Estonia opened it and saw Canada standing there.

"May I see the lucky groom? Alone?" they all nodded and left Russia alone. Ukraine's phone was still live streaming, and the world watched on the edge of their seats. Russia stood up to meet Canada's gaze, and they looked at each other for a few seconds before Canada sighed.

"Matvey? You seem troubled?" Russia inquired. Canada simply shook his head and walked to Russia. The two stared at each other.

"Promise me you'll take care of him, that's all I ask. Promise me that you'll keep a smile on his face. Just promise me you won't hurt him, and that you will always be there for him. Promise me that... I can give him away knowing... Knowing he will alright..." Canada began to cry. Russia hugged Canada tightly, crying himself. Ivan nodded rapidly to Canada, looking at him with pure honest eyes.

"Da. On my word not only as a Russian but a man, America will never be in harm's way so long as I'm at his side. And that will be for eternity, so help me God," Ivan claimed with tears. Canada nodded and embraced him one last time. The stream was filled with happy and crying emojis, as well as hearts. Canada left the room content and began to get the venue ready. They were having the ceremony in America's private garden, and the reception was being held at his most luxurious manor. Pretty soon, it was time. America and Canada locked arms, America holding a rose bouquet. The theme was 'A Winter Rose' and the nations had spent months preparing just for this moment. Austria began to play and the nations stood up.