Disclaimer: Uhm… Excuse me? Do you know me? If I owned Hetalia, AmeBel would be like… THE MOST CANON THING IN THE WORLD… But I don't own Hetalia. So it's not canon… yet *looks at Himapapa expectantly* I'm waiting…

Oh my God, so I have the worst AmeBel feels ever (Well actually I have AmeBel feels everyday uwu) and so, I was just thinking about Belarus and her obbsession to get married to Russia… And it kind of occured to me that she probably has her wedding mapped out in her head (Like me uwu) so I made a thing! I hope you like it~

((BTW you should listen to 'Marry Me' by Train to set the mood but you don't have to uwu))

Ever since she had been four, Natalya Arlovskaya knew exactly how her wedding was going to go.

It was going to be in a small church- preferably somewhere in the Belorussian country side. There would be rose petals everywhere. It would be a small wedding. With a few people in the audience. Her small and somewhat dysfunctional family would be on the left. His probably larger family would be to the right.

The chapel would be full to the brim with excitement. Everyone would be talking and tittering and jumping in excitement. Her sister would probably be off to the side, crying into a tissue about how Natalya was finally opening up and getting married.

Yes. The church would be full of noise.

But the second she stepped in, all the talking would stop and it would be so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Her dress would be pure white, one shouldered and flowy. Kind of like a Greek goddess' dress. . . But with her own twist on it. Her hair would be up, in a bun and tied with her ribbon. She would be glowing and for once, just for a moment, people would stop and actually... Look at her.

Yes… She had everything planned out… Well… Everything but the groom.

She could never ever get the groom right.

At first, it was her brother. As strange as it seemed, he was the one man that she trusted... Her father had left before she was born and her mother was unstable. To her, her brother was ideal... He was stable- or at least stable to her and the one of the only people that truly loved her.

But it had shifted over the years- her vision of the groom. Until slowly... It wasn't her brother... But it wasn't anyone that she knew either.

But now, looking at the American man waiting for her at the end of the aisle, she finally knows that she has gotten it right.

It all worked out as she had imagined it. The wedding was in a chapel in the countryside. It was small and everyone's breath had hitched when they saw her.

But that didn't matter to her.

Not anymore.

She couldn't see any of that.

She could only see him.

Alfred F. Jones. . . The idiotic, hyper, adorable, absolutely wonderful man that made her happy. That could make her smile whenever he wanted. . . The man that fixed and healed all of her old wounds.

The man that she loved.

Her groom.

Okay. I'm gonna go have more AmeBel feels now. I hope you liked the thing I made!

Review? :3 You'll get a free hug if you do!