One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Grow Old With You (America x Reader)

"Hello? Mic test, mic test—," You started to whistle the intro of Careless Whisper that made the audience laugh and snicker, "A'ight, it's definitely on."

It was a cool Saturday night somewhere within the midst of Central Park. A clearing in the middle of the forested area was decorated with the colors of white, gold, lilac, and baby pink. Posts held strings of golden lanterns around above the heads of the guests with a gazebo in the middle that had its roof covered with purple and pink wisterias, which came from Alfred's estate in Upstate New York, and vines of ivy wrapped around the mahogany rails. Round tables were either covered with white table clothes that had gold embroidery in the center like a cursive sun. Instead of flower vases, the table pieces were iron skeletons shaped into a tree intertwined with baby's breath from the trunk to its branches while pink roses in their full bloom scattered among the branches of the little white flowers.

Visitors were wearing their best attire, most were in pastel while some took the dress code into their own hands. Some attendees wore gray just to give a lighter feel while some wore darker colors, but nothing passionate. The best man with the groomsmen were dressed in their own unique cream-colored tuxes and matching ties, except for Matthew who matched with Alfred's tie. The bridesmaids wore soft peach-colored dresses, with the maid-of-honor having the exception of a peach colored suit.

"Before I begin, I just wanted to thank Francis for helping me out with my dress." You looked at Francis who raised his glass of wine to you while the audience rippled in applause. "I thought that I couldn't keep up with you around the world to find a dress or the designer with the right vision, but I am here in front of you all today so that I can say this proudly—"

You cleared your throat. You could hear Alfred trying to suppress his laughter that made you choke out some laughter. You snorted aloud that gave a light laugh as a feedback from the guests. 

"Oh my god, Alfred you dork!" Your giggles started to die down as Alfred stood right next to you to calm down with his dying chuckles.

"Okay, okay." You sighed in relief and looked at Alfred before saying this away from the microphone. "You are so dead tonight, Mr. Jones."

"Back right at'cha, Mrs. Jones." He finger guns you before you smacked hims playfully in the face so you can say what you were supposed to say to the audience.

"I have survived Francis' manhunt for the perfect designer of my wedding dress tonight." Everyone laughed and cheered.

"It was me all along!" Francis shouted from the audience that made everyone laugh even harder and cheer louder with a few whistles and howls.

Francis stood up and bowed as the laughter and applause continued. Arthur and Matthew had to pull the Frenchman back to his seat so everyone could stop and listen to you. It amused you how this day was perfect. No drama, no worries, no bad luck, and definitely no bad friends around. 

Your dress had been custom-made by Francis, who added your idea of a detachable skirt for you to change quickly after the reception. It was a shorter skirt that was short upfront with a waterfall trail leading to your back that goes way below your knees, dip dyed in blue just to follow a tradition of something blue; something borrowed was the shoes you were wearing, a pair of white Christian Louboutin shoes from Emma; something old was the tiny, silver locket around your neck, an "heirloom" that Alfred gave you a year before you both got engaged; and something new was the pair of banana earring you were wearing at the moment. Alfred daringly joked you to wear the earrings he gave you a couple of days ago because it reminded him on how you both first met, and boy was that man astounded when he saw you at the altar with those things on. He looked at you as if he was falling for you all over again, and he does that quite often with you.