GerUk/GerEng Collection

Wedding Bells

   "Oh Angleterre. I never thought I'd see the day!" France gushed as he helped England do his tie.

     England rolled his eyes. "Ha ha ha. Hilarious."

     France stepped back, admiring his work. "Parfait. Well almost. It's still you after all!"

     "Fuck you!"

     England wandered over to the window, looking out to the garden set up for his wedding. Most of the flowers were opened wide, welcoming the sun shining down. The silk drapes among the arch drifted in the wind. England could not ask for a better day. "Remember Francis. We are just Ludwig and Arthur today."

     "Oui, oui," Francis sighed, taking a place beside Arthur. "You chose the perfect day."

     "Yeah..." The two remained silent for a moment.

     "God I'm so nervous!" Arthur exclaimed returning to the mirror to straighten himself out once more. And the worst part was he had no idea why. Arthur had been dating Ludwig for about a hundred years. He felt it was pretty safe to say Ludwig wasn't going anywhere. But still, his stomach turned at the thought of standing at that altar, surrounded by all their friends and family.

     "Pre-Wedding jitters, completely normal." Francis grabbed Arthur's suit jacket off the bed. "Once you see him walk down the aisle, everything else will melt away." Arthur looked down, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his appearance. France took his friend's shoulders, turning Arthur so that he faced him. "Arthur, you look fine."

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     In a room, just adjacent to Arthur's, sat his significant other Ludwig, just as worried as him. Never in a million years did Ludwig actually expect to be getting married and to Arthur of all people. It felt too good to be true. Which explained his sweaty palms and dry throat.

     "Oh Germany-"

     "Please Felicano. Just Ludwig."

     Felicano gave an apologetic glance to his friend, "sorry Luddy. Anyway! You'll be fine. It's all fine."

     "I know...I know. I just...I can't push down these nerves."

     "Come on West," Gilbert assured, turning to his little brother from the mirror, "that Brit is head over heels for you. He's not going to leave you at the altar after a hundred years."

     Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck, "I know, but I just can't shake this feeling." Rodriech, who had been quiet for most of the morning, finally spoke, "Ludwig, this is completely normal. I felt the exact same way when I married Hun-Elizabeta."

     Gilbert laughed, "Oh yeah! I remember that. You did not want to come out of the bathroom. Then Lizzy literally broke down the door and dragged you out. It was almost as awesome as me!"

     "Hey leave him alone!" Elizabeta condemned as she entered the room. She took the worried man's hands and pulled him up. "Picture this: the sweet smell of flowers, the warmth of the sun. You walk out, your heart beating so fast, you swear it will pop out of your chest. And then you see him. Looking as scared as you. Your eyes meet, and the rest of the world melts away."

     Ludwig really wanted to believe her, but when his mind was racing as it was now, it was hard to. Elizabeta sighed. Then she got an idea. She took Ludwig's hand once again, dragging him out of the room with her.

     "Elizabeta, what the hell are you doing?"

     "I'm not going to stand by on the best day of your life and let you become a jumble of nerves."They stopped in front of the door to the adjacent room.

     "Elizabeta. We can't go in there. You know how superstitious Arthur can be."

     Elizabeta just waved him off, "I know. But there is nothing against talking to him." She knocked lightly on the door. "Arthur," she shouted, "Come to the door, your future husband is freaking out!"

     There was some shuffling and huffing behind the door, but eventually, a familiar accent came through, "Give us a minute."

     As soon as Elizabeta left, Ludwig placed his hands on the door imagining Arthur was doing the same. "Hey...I'm sorry about this. Liz dragged me here," Ludwig stated, feeling a little embarrassed.

     "It's fine love."

     "So...today's the day huh?"

     "Yes." There was some silence. Not awkward, but it was quiet. "I'm nervous," Arthur continued.

     "Me too."

     "I can't wait to see you."

     "Neither can I."

     "I just want to kiss you."

     Ludwig laughed, "we have basically eternity for that."

     "Yeah..." Arthur trailed off. "You good?"

     "I think so. You?"

     "Yes. Thank you."

     "I love you," both said at the same time, resulting in a laugh from the two. And with that, Ludwig returned to his dressing room, feeling lighter than before.