Finale~! Final chapter! Enjoy it and I am sorry for the lateness. A lot of stuff has been happening lately which has prevented me from writing on the most part. :3 But you still love me. I know it.

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Mathew smiled as Feliciano and Yao helped him dress. For all the drama and disaster and delay to happen in the passed year, he would finally be marrying Gilbert. Today was the day everyone would pay attention to the invisible one. And though he found it a bit overbearing than what he was used to, he found it nice not to be so unseen and unheard.

"Yo Matt, looking great!" The Canadian jumped when he realized that his twin had stepped into the room.

"Ayah! You're not meant to be in here Alfred, aru!' Yao made an attempt at ushering the blonde out but he just slipped past him and caught his twin in a bone-crushing hug.

"A-Ah! Alfred!"

"Don't worry Matt, I'm not gonna ruin your dress." The American sniggered and pulled away. "Anyway, I'm here on an errand. Two actually. Yao, say cheese~!"

"Wha-?" But before the Chinaman could say anything, a flash blinded him temporarily and Alfred laughed.

"Sorry Yao. Ivan asked me to."

As he rubbed his eyes back into a good sight, Yao blushed. Since Arthur's accident, he and Ivan had been going out but it had only been official for the past month. Now Yao had always liked Ivan, but he had still been so surprised at the Russians personality when you really got to know him personally.

He was truly doting, and never one to cling but always around if needed or wanted. And he never pushed for anything more than what they already had together. Which Yao was utmost thankful for because the thought of something MORE than some of the serious sessions they had where they were left half undressed and unsatisfied, truly terrified him. He just didn't feel ready and Ivan respected his wishes and cut it off whenever Yao started to panic.

The Chinaman truly hoped that his relationship with the Russian would lead somewhere similar to Mathew and Gilbert now.

"Yao? Hey Yao?"

The raven haired male looked up to see Alfred waving a hand in his face.

"I… uh, what is the other errand, aru?"

"oh… Gilbert said to make sure that Mattie definitely wears the garter." Alfred dashed out of the room leaving Mathew scarlet, Yao irritated and Feliciano a little clueless but happy enough to get back to preparing Mathew.

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"Hurry up Arthur-san… we're going to be late." Kiku stressed and walked over to the Englishman, helping him to the door. The blonde chuckled and dragged his temporarily useless foot along in its insanely heavy brace.

"We might already be out the door and taking our seats if this thing weren't strapped to my leg." The Asian giggled and rolled his eyes at the Englishman's remark.

"What's making us late is your complaining Arthur-san." Kiku smiled as he let him get into the passenger seat of the car.

"Harsh Kiku… Harsh."

With a slight giggle, Kiku started the engine and they were off to the most anticipated and delayed nation wedding ever.

/

It ran like every pre-wedding preparations, rushed, complicated and confusing.

But at the set time, with the late afternoon sunlight casting patterns through the stain glass windows of the old monastery, everyone took their seats.

The wedding ran so smooth that no one realized that Mathew and Gilbert were married until they were being herded outside and were back in their cars… and then they were at the reception.

From old time chapel to a modern day structure of glass, iron and thick beams polished pine, the restaurant they had booked for the evening was divine, and though they were in England, the food couldn't have been more wonderful. Though a few eyebrows were raised when Francis was speaking in rapid French with the manager as though old friends.

It seemed his secret to surviving when in England was revealed.

And how could jokes not be made about such a thing. But Arthur didn't mind. Today was for Mathew… the boy deserved nothing less and he was truly radiant, though he had gotten sick of wearing the dress and was now just casually dress in black skinny jeans and a tight fitting white top that came halfway down his thighs and to his knuckles, but left his shoulders bare. Yes it was a woman's top, but Gilbert insisted that he looked amazing. Especially with his hair still up and the little glittering white crystal beads still threaded through it. He even still wore the light makeup that had been used to aid in hiding his gender from the priest.

Arthur chuckled to himself as Gilbert came up behind his new 'wife' and picked him up, arms around his waist and spun him around.

And then he had the strangest thought and longing at that… He wondered if he would ever be like that one day…

"Is something on your mind Arthur-san…?"

The blonde blinked and turned to face Kiku who was sitting beside him.

"Um… sure… why don't you go and spend some time with everyone else rather than sit here with me all night…?"

The Asian smiled and shrugged.

"I don't mind… besides… I think it's getting a bit too lively for me out there."

Arthur laughed and nodded in agreement, pushing his stupid thoughts out of the way in favor of talking with Kiku for a large majority of the evening.

/

"Gah! Matt! You look like a woman!" Alfred laughed cheerily and snatched him away from Gilbert while they had been dancing, half throwing him over his shoulder. "Sorry Gil, I'm his bro so I'm having a dance with him." He grinned and took him to the other side of the dance floor, his albino brother-in-law getting swamped by Antonio and Francis now he was on his own.

"Why didn't you ask if you could butt in… rather than just butting in…?" Mathew asked, sighing slightly, but still with a small smile as his brother set him down and started to dance with him.

"Meh… quicker this way. And it didn't give him the chance to say no."

"You're my brother Alfred… he wouldn't have said no."

"Yeah… well… maybe I just wanted to dance with someone and you were already standing so…"

Mathew blinked as the American trailed off. He saw he was looking out the corner of his eyes and followed Alfred's line of sight.

He was watching Arthur… it could have been mistaken as looking at Kiku… but after all that had happened in the past year… He knew better. Alfred had his eyes on Arthur.

"Al… why don't you ask him to dance with you…?"

The American sighed and tore his eyes away from the Englishman.

"Because… His foot is still in that brace… he has to drag it around just to walk so… no…"

"Why don't you just talk to him then…?"

"I… I can't… and besides… Kiku's talking to him."

"You know what… you're avoiding him."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are… and you know it. We ALL know it… ever since the accident. You never visited him after he woke up at the hospital… And since he got out… well you've always got some convenient errand to run for Tony or your boss whenever he enters the room."

"I… I-Just drop it Matt…"

"Not until you tell me why… I'm your brother… it's my job to grow up with you, kick your ass in hockey… and listen to you…"

Alfred sighed, biting his bottom lip before giving in and nodding.

"It was my fault he got hurt… I can't face him… If I didn't show up to the Christmas party… then he wouldn't have gotten upset and run out… it's my fault… I almost killed him." Alfred stopped moving, ceasing their dance and looked down, shame, anger, sorrow… all written across his face… He looked back up, bot bothering to hide that he was watching Arthur again. And Mathew saw it clear as day throughout his brother's whole being… He saw it every day when he caught Gilbert watching him… no. Not arrogance… Love.

"Al… I promise that this is all going to work out."

"… Thanks Matt…"

/

The night came to a fast close, the horizon turning pink and the inkiness of the night sky fading away as the sun fought to break through. Gilbert and Mathew stood at the front entrance of the restaurant, waiting until everyone calmed down and paid attention to them.

As is tradition, Gilbert stepped forward first… holding the garter in the air.

"Whichever guy gets this has to be the next to get married." He grinned and went to throw it in the air, before grinning like he had a wicked plan and he turned it to a slingshot, aim, and fired.

The garter flew like a deadly missile and collided with a certain surprised American's chest.

Alfred looked at it cluelessly as he picked it up and frowned.

"Gilbert… what the fuck is this…? It's meant to be random."

"Hey… I'm married to your brother so SHUT THE FUCK UP bro in law. Your turn Matt." The possibly insane Prussian stepped back and Mathew stepped in front. Usually the bouquet would only get thrown for the girls, but in this case it didn't count.

He smiled and walked up to Arthur, pushing it into his hands.

As the Englishman stared dumbstruck at the flowers… Mathew walked over to an even more dumbfounded Alfred and smacked him across the back of the head, bringing him back down to earth.

The American looked at him before the next second, several pairs of hands were at his back pushing him towards Arthur.

"H-Hey! What the fuck are you all doing…?"

Gilbert sighed. He just really wanted to get on that plane and get his honey moon on a roll.

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP AL AND KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALREADY!"

"W-What?" Arthur blinked and his face turned scarlet.

"Look… you're both great… but right now I'm tired, cranky and you're all delaying my honeymoon… so freakin kiss already… No time for romantic one hour long mental speeches on how much you love each other. Just kiss… and like… go home and fuck."

Arthur blushed insanely but the next second he had strong arms around him and Alfred's lips against his. He smiled brightly as he kissed back and all the nation clapped or cheered with the energy they had left from the party.

Gilbert was right about something… It was better without having to wait through mental speeches. Because now… finally… he belonged to Alfred.

/

Kiku smiled tiredly, everyone gone, he was just cleaning a few things up so that the workers of the restaurant who had gone home long before, didn't have too hard a job.

He was carrying a bag of rubbish to an outside bin when he slipped on a patch of water.

The first thing he thought was, crap…

But then he wasn't falling and he was being pulled back up onto his feet.

He blinked and shook his head before looking to see who it was.

"Be more careful next time ya' hear…" He looked up and saw he was still being held up by Nederlands… or to be more casual… Niels…

"Um… hai… alright… Arigatou…"

The blonde smiled and nodded. "Ya' look tired… want to get somethin to eat…?"

Kiku paused…. But then he smiled and nodded. "Hai… that sounds nice."