The Best Day Of Our Lives [Chapter Five/Five]
Story: The Best Day Of Our Lives
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Fem!Canada, France/Fem!England, America, Austria/Hungary, Germany/Italy
Summary: Written for the APH Fluffathon; Gilbert and Madeline are getting married. Slice of lifeish AU.
Characters:
Madeline - Fem!Canada
Gilbert - Prussia
Francis - France
Elizabeth - Fem!England
Alfred - America
Elise - Belgium
Katyusha - Ukraine
Ivanna - Fem!Russia
Angelique - Seychelles
Lili - Liechtenstein
Elizaveta - Hungary
Roderich - Austria
Antonio - Spain
Lovino - Romano
Kiku - Japan
Vladimir - Belarus
Yong Soo - South Korea
Lars - Netherlands
Chapter Five:
Madeline stared into the mirror, trying to take in deep breaths. In a few minutes her father would come to get her from her dressing room to take her to the limo which would take them and her bridesmaids to the chapel where she would marry Gilbert.
“Mrs. Madeline Beilschmidt,” she whispered to herself with amusement, loving the way it rolled on her tongue. She was going to be Mrs. Madeline Beilschmidt very soon. Her stomach churned with excited butterflies and Madeline felt more awake than she had for a while.
Everything was all going to plan. Lars had brought beautiful flowers for the decorations and her bouquet, the caterers had delivered the food and it was to Papa’s standards; even Alfred and their mother were behaving, even going as far as to have a cordial conversation with each other with no animosity whatsoever.
There was a light knocking at the door and Madeline felt herself jump a little.
“Papa?” she called out, her voice shaking with excitement. Was it time already?
The door opened a fraction and Madeline saw her mother’s head peek in. “Is it alright if I come in? You have a few minutes before the frog comes to get you,” she said.
“Of course you can, Mom,” Madeline said, turning around to face her mother. Elizabeth walked into the room, adjusting her bun absently as she closed the door behind her.
“Are you nervous?” Elizabeth asked her daughter curiously. Madeline shook her head, smiling.
“I’m just excited, that’s all,” Madeline admitted. Elizabeth sighed wistfully.
“You look so grown up in that dress...” Elizabeth murmured, more to herself than to Madeline. “I have something for you,” she continued, pulling something out from her purse. “I know your father didn’t want you to wear my wedding dress because it was old and not in fashion anymore but...” Elizabeth held up a little tiara encrusted with diamonds. “Your father gave it to me for our wedding. It had been his mother’s and her mother’s and so on. He said I looked like a queen with it...I thought I’d give this to you to wear,” Elizabeth said awkwardly, handing it to Madeline. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” she added hastily.
“It’s beautiful, Mom, I love it,” Madeline said reassuringly, staring at the intricate thing in her hands. She could almost see her mother wearing it as she walked down the aisle to marry her father. “Could you help me put it on?” she asked, handing it back to her mother and sitting down so her mother could put it on for her.
“When did you get so tall?” Elizabeth muttered, leaning over to put the tiara in place and make sure it didn’t fall out halfway.
“When puberty hit?” Madeline replied good-naturedly, standing up once her mother pulled away.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Elizabeth whispered, looking up at her daughter again. “You were such a little baby when you were first born. I remember holding you after the doctor handed you back to me and I was so scared something was wrong because you didn’t cry at all; just stared back at me with those blue eyes you got from Francis...” she murmured.
Madeline blinked at her mother in surprise. There were tears forming in her mother’s green eyes. “Mom, are you crying?” she asked, reaching out to her mother.
“No,” Elizabeth said in a choked voice, trying to dab the tears away with her finger so her makeup wouldn’t get ruined.
“Oh Mom!” Madeline exclaimed, hugging the other woman tightly.
“My baby’s leaving me,” Elizabeth sobbed into Madeline’s shoulder, hugging her back.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Madeline said soothingly, rubbing her mother’s back reassuringly and feeling herself tear up.
“But you’ll be getting married and having,” Elizabeth hiccupped, “children!”
“And you’ll be the best grandmother to them ever. You’ll tell them all the fairy tales you told me and I’ll leave the window open the way you did just in case Peter Pan came visiting with Tinkerbell,” Madeline replied.
“I was a terrible mother to you,” Elizabeth lamented. “I spent all my energy on Alfred that I barely had time to notice you. I barely even noticed when you became a woman!”
“I don’t blame you, Mom; Alfred was a wild kid back then,” Madeline said. She knew back as a child her mother’s neglect had hurt her but she had grown-up and realized her mother had never done it intentionally.
“I’m a terrible mother,” Elizabeth moaned.
“No you aren’t, Mom. You’re the best mom I could ever hope for and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mom and I can’t wait to have children of my own and I could only hope to be as good as you were and whenever Gil and I need a babysitter, we’ll come to you and Papa first,” Madeline said firmly.
“That was a run-on sentence, Madeline,” Elizabeth said with a sad little hiccup.
“I don’t really care, Mom,” Madeline said and the two smiled at each other.
There was a light knock on the door and the two turned to see Francis standing there.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, staring at his wife.
Elizabeth sniffed and wiped her eyes quickly. “No,” she said quickly.
Francis rolled his eyes. “You should probably get going; I’ve come to collect Madeline,” he told his wife.
“I was about to go,” Elizabeth snapped. She hugged Madeline quickly before strutting to the door. Madeline watched as the older woman paused beside Francis and kissed him lightly, taking the man by surprise. Madeline smiled to herself as Francis kissed back; it was nice seeing her parents act romantic as opposed to how they normally acted with each other.
“Are you ready?” Francis asked her when Elizabeth was gone. Madeline glanced at the mirror one last time and made sure her makeup hadn’t run while crying with her mother.
Madeline took in a deep breath and smiled at her father.
“I’m ready,” she said.
***
Gilbert fidgeted nervously as people filed into the chapel and took their places. Soon enough those doors would open and instead of seeing an old relative or someone Gilbert didn’t know, Gilbert would see Madeline walk in and they would get married. Get married; that still sent excited shivers down Gilbert’s spine.
He glanced at the front row and saw his father sitting on the unofficial groom’s side, his father looking less severe than he usually was. Gilbert wished his mother was there to see him get married; the woman had died many years ago, when Ludwig was still in diapers.
Gilbert noticed Madeline’s mother walk into the chapel and sit in the bride’s side. She glanced at him and mouthed out ‘she’s coming’ before sitting down beside Alfred. Gilbert felt his stomach churn nervously at that; it was almost time!
It felt like an eternity later but was really a few minutes later when the guests all hushed and the wedding march began to play. The chapel doors opened and Gilbert watched as Peter came walking in with the rings on a little pillow with Lili following with a flower basket, tossing flowers every so often. Elizaveta and the other bridesmaids all entered with the groomsmen, all of them smiling at Gilbert as they went to their places.
And then came Madeline.
She looked like an angel. Gilbert’s angel, walking down the aisle like she was walking on clouds. Suddenly Gilbert could see nothing else - not the glance Elizaveta and Roderich gave each other at the look on Gilbert’s face, not Feliciano’s excited beam as he clung to Ludwig’s arm, not Elizabeth take one look at her daughter and break out into tears, using a surprised Alfred as her shoulder to cry on, not the Reverend [a cousin of Feliciano’s and Lovino’s] take his place - but Madeline.
Madeline smiled at him gently and Gilbert felt his heart leap like it always did when he saw her. She let go of her father’s arm and kissed his cheek lightly [Francis now crying too] as they parted ways; Francis to join the rest of the groomsmen and Madeline to stand by Gilbert’s side.
“Hey,” Gilbert whispered softly, taking her hand as she joined him.
“Hey,” Madeline whispered back, smiling at the grin on Gilbert’s face.
The Reverend cleared his throat, making the couple look at him.
“We are gathered here today on this beautiful day to share with Gilbert and Madeline as they exchange vows of their everlasting love...”
***
Gilbert smiled at Madeline as he opened his mouth to say his vows. They exchanged their rings and are now holding hands, having no eyes for anyone but each other.
“Maddie,” Gilbert began finally. “Honestly, you are the awesomest person I have ever met - and trust me, I never say that lightly,” he joked and there were chuckles around the chapel.
Not too far away, Elizabeth wiped the tears away from her eyes before they spilled out. Francis now sat with his wife, letting the woman cry on his shoulder instead of Alfred’s, whispering words of comfort to Elizabeth.
“I think I first began to fall for you when you offered to make me pancakes after I mentioned never having them. You were so excited to see what I thought about them and...you had this spark in your eyes - this happy spark - and suddenly I wanted to be able to see that look in your eyes all the time...to be able to make you laugh and smile the way you were then,” Gilbert said. He took in a deep breath. “I know I’m a dick and I know I have a tendency to be really cocky, but I swear Maddie, I love you more than anything else in the world and I’m going to try my very best to be the awesomest husband ever,” Gilbert concluded, feeling choked up. “I’m too awesome to cry,” he managed to gasp out, making Madeline giggle, tears in her eyes as well.
“Gilbert,” she began softly, “you were the first boy to ever notice me. Before then, the only boys who really paid attention to me where my guy friends and my brother - and people who mistook me for my brother,” she added with a smile. “But you always did; you never forgot me or ignored me or mistook me for someone else. You always saw me for who I was and always went out of your way to make me smile. When I was a little girl, I used to look at the fairy tales that Papa and Mom used to read to me and tell myself that one day I would find that Prince Charming and we’d live in a magical castle forever and ever, happily ever after.” Madeline smiled at Gilbert. “I may not have that magical castle, but I do have my Prince Charming and I know we’re going to live happily ever after forever and ever. I love you,” Madeline concluded.
“I love you too,” Gilbert whispered back, reaching to her to wipe a tear away from Madeline’s cheek. Madeline smiled and did the same to him.
The Reverend smiled at them both. “And I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” he said, his voice carrying in the silent chapel.
Gilbert and Madeline stared at each other for a moment, both tearful and smiling.
And then kiss her Gilbert did.
The End.
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A/N: Sorry if any of the wedding things seem off; I'm Hindu so our weddings are drastically different so all the stuff like the vows and such I got from TV and the Internet.
Anyways, I hope you liked this story and if you have any questions feel free to comment and ask~! And you know, comment to let me know how you feel abou tthis story.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Fem!Canada, France/Fem!England, America, Austria/Hungary, Germany/Italy
Summary: Written for the APH Fluffathon; Gilbert and Madeline are getting married. Slice of lifeish AU.
Characters:
Madeline - Fem!Canada
Gilbert - Prussia
Francis - France
Elizabeth - Fem!England
Alfred - America
Elise - Belgium
Katyusha - Ukraine
Ivanna - Fem!Russia
Angelique - Seychelles
Lili - Liechtenstein
Elizaveta - Hungary
Roderich - Austria
Antonio - Spain
Lovino - Romano
Kiku - Japan
Vladimir - Belarus
Yong Soo - South Korea
Lars - Netherlands
Chapter Five:
Madeline stared into the mirror, trying to take in deep breaths. In a few minutes her father would come to get her from her dressing room to take her to the limo which would take them and her bridesmaids to the chapel where she would marry Gilbert.
“Mrs. Madeline Beilschmidt,” she whispered to herself with amusement, loving the way it rolled on her tongue. She was going to be Mrs. Madeline Beilschmidt very soon. Her stomach churned with excited butterflies and Madeline felt more awake than she had for a while.
Everything was all going to plan. Lars had brought beautiful flowers for the decorations and her bouquet, the caterers had delivered the food and it was to Papa’s standards; even Alfred and their mother were behaving, even going as far as to have a cordial conversation with each other with no animosity whatsoever.
There was a light knocking at the door and Madeline felt herself jump a little.
“Papa?” she called out, her voice shaking with excitement. Was it time already?
The door opened a fraction and Madeline saw her mother’s head peek in. “Is it alright if I come in? You have a few minutes before the frog comes to get you,” she said.
“Of course you can, Mom,” Madeline said, turning around to face her mother. Elizabeth walked into the room, adjusting her bun absently as she closed the door behind her.
“Are you nervous?” Elizabeth asked her daughter curiously. Madeline shook her head, smiling.
“I’m just excited, that’s all,” Madeline admitted. Elizabeth sighed wistfully.
“You look so grown up in that dress...” Elizabeth murmured, more to herself than to Madeline. “I have something for you,” she continued, pulling something out from her purse. “I know your father didn’t want you to wear my wedding dress because it was old and not in fashion anymore but...” Elizabeth held up a little tiara encrusted with diamonds. “Your father gave it to me for our wedding. It had been his mother’s and her mother’s and so on. He said I looked like a queen with it...I thought I’d give this to you to wear,” Elizabeth said awkwardly, handing it to Madeline. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” she added hastily.
“It’s beautiful, Mom, I love it,” Madeline said reassuringly, staring at the intricate thing in her hands. She could almost see her mother wearing it as she walked down the aisle to marry her father. “Could you help me put it on?” she asked, handing it back to her mother and sitting down so her mother could put it on for her.
“When did you get so tall?” Elizabeth muttered, leaning over to put the tiara in place and make sure it didn’t fall out halfway.
“When puberty hit?” Madeline replied good-naturedly, standing up once her mother pulled away.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Elizabeth whispered, looking up at her daughter again. “You were such a little baby when you were first born. I remember holding you after the doctor handed you back to me and I was so scared something was wrong because you didn’t cry at all; just stared back at me with those blue eyes you got from Francis...” she murmured.
Madeline blinked at her mother in surprise. There were tears forming in her mother’s green eyes. “Mom, are you crying?” she asked, reaching out to her mother.
“No,” Elizabeth said in a choked voice, trying to dab the tears away with her finger so her makeup wouldn’t get ruined.
“Oh Mom!” Madeline exclaimed, hugging the other woman tightly.
“My baby’s leaving me,” Elizabeth sobbed into Madeline’s shoulder, hugging her back.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Madeline said soothingly, rubbing her mother’s back reassuringly and feeling herself tear up.
“But you’ll be getting married and having,” Elizabeth hiccupped, “children!”
“And you’ll be the best grandmother to them ever. You’ll tell them all the fairy tales you told me and I’ll leave the window open the way you did just in case Peter Pan came visiting with Tinkerbell,” Madeline replied.
“I was a terrible mother to you,” Elizabeth lamented. “I spent all my energy on Alfred that I barely had time to notice you. I barely even noticed when you became a woman!”
“I don’t blame you, Mom; Alfred was a wild kid back then,” Madeline said. She knew back as a child her mother’s neglect had hurt her but she had grown-up and realized her mother had never done it intentionally.
“I’m a terrible mother,” Elizabeth moaned.
“No you aren’t, Mom. You’re the best mom I could ever hope for and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mom and I can’t wait to have children of my own and I could only hope to be as good as you were and whenever Gil and I need a babysitter, we’ll come to you and Papa first,” Madeline said firmly.
“That was a run-on sentence, Madeline,” Elizabeth said with a sad little hiccup.
“I don’t really care, Mom,” Madeline said and the two smiled at each other.
There was a light knock on the door and the two turned to see Francis standing there.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, staring at his wife.
Elizabeth sniffed and wiped her eyes quickly. “No,” she said quickly.
Francis rolled his eyes. “You should probably get going; I’ve come to collect Madeline,” he told his wife.
“I was about to go,” Elizabeth snapped. She hugged Madeline quickly before strutting to the door. Madeline watched as the older woman paused beside Francis and kissed him lightly, taking the man by surprise. Madeline smiled to herself as Francis kissed back; it was nice seeing her parents act romantic as opposed to how they normally acted with each other.
“Are you ready?” Francis asked her when Elizabeth was gone. Madeline glanced at the mirror one last time and made sure her makeup hadn’t run while crying with her mother.
Madeline took in a deep breath and smiled at her father.
“I’m ready,” she said.
***
Gilbert fidgeted nervously as people filed into the chapel and took their places. Soon enough those doors would open and instead of seeing an old relative or someone Gilbert didn’t know, Gilbert would see Madeline walk in and they would get married. Get married; that still sent excited shivers down Gilbert’s spine.
He glanced at the front row and saw his father sitting on the unofficial groom’s side, his father looking less severe than he usually was. Gilbert wished his mother was there to see him get married; the woman had died many years ago, when Ludwig was still in diapers.
Gilbert noticed Madeline’s mother walk into the chapel and sit in the bride’s side. She glanced at him and mouthed out ‘she’s coming’ before sitting down beside Alfred. Gilbert felt his stomach churn nervously at that; it was almost time!
It felt like an eternity later but was really a few minutes later when the guests all hushed and the wedding march began to play. The chapel doors opened and Gilbert watched as Peter came walking in with the rings on a little pillow with Lili following with a flower basket, tossing flowers every so often. Elizaveta and the other bridesmaids all entered with the groomsmen, all of them smiling at Gilbert as they went to their places.
And then came Madeline.
She looked like an angel. Gilbert’s angel, walking down the aisle like she was walking on clouds. Suddenly Gilbert could see nothing else - not the glance Elizaveta and Roderich gave each other at the look on Gilbert’s face, not Feliciano’s excited beam as he clung to Ludwig’s arm, not Elizabeth take one look at her daughter and break out into tears, using a surprised Alfred as her shoulder to cry on, not the Reverend [a cousin of Feliciano’s and Lovino’s] take his place - but Madeline.
Madeline smiled at him gently and Gilbert felt his heart leap like it always did when he saw her. She let go of her father’s arm and kissed his cheek lightly [Francis now crying too] as they parted ways; Francis to join the rest of the groomsmen and Madeline to stand by Gilbert’s side.
“Hey,” Gilbert whispered softly, taking her hand as she joined him.
“Hey,” Madeline whispered back, smiling at the grin on Gilbert’s face.
The Reverend cleared his throat, making the couple look at him.
“We are gathered here today on this beautiful day to share with Gilbert and Madeline as they exchange vows of their everlasting love...”
***
Gilbert smiled at Madeline as he opened his mouth to say his vows. They exchanged their rings and are now holding hands, having no eyes for anyone but each other.
“Maddie,” Gilbert began finally. “Honestly, you are the awesomest person I have ever met - and trust me, I never say that lightly,” he joked and there were chuckles around the chapel.
Not too far away, Elizabeth wiped the tears away from her eyes before they spilled out. Francis now sat with his wife, letting the woman cry on his shoulder instead of Alfred’s, whispering words of comfort to Elizabeth.
“I think I first began to fall for you when you offered to make me pancakes after I mentioned never having them. You were so excited to see what I thought about them and...you had this spark in your eyes - this happy spark - and suddenly I wanted to be able to see that look in your eyes all the time...to be able to make you laugh and smile the way you were then,” Gilbert said. He took in a deep breath. “I know I’m a dick and I know I have a tendency to be really cocky, but I swear Maddie, I love you more than anything else in the world and I’m going to try my very best to be the awesomest husband ever,” Gilbert concluded, feeling choked up. “I’m too awesome to cry,” he managed to gasp out, making Madeline giggle, tears in her eyes as well.
“Gilbert,” she began softly, “you were the first boy to ever notice me. Before then, the only boys who really paid attention to me where my guy friends and my brother - and people who mistook me for my brother,” she added with a smile. “But you always did; you never forgot me or ignored me or mistook me for someone else. You always saw me for who I was and always went out of your way to make me smile. When I was a little girl, I used to look at the fairy tales that Papa and Mom used to read to me and tell myself that one day I would find that Prince Charming and we’d live in a magical castle forever and ever, happily ever after.” Madeline smiled at Gilbert. “I may not have that magical castle, but I do have my Prince Charming and I know we’re going to live happily ever after forever and ever. I love you,” Madeline concluded.
“I love you too,” Gilbert whispered back, reaching to her to wipe a tear away from Madeline’s cheek. Madeline smiled and did the same to him.
The Reverend smiled at them both. “And I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” he said, his voice carrying in the silent chapel.
Gilbert and Madeline stared at each other for a moment, both tearful and smiling.
And then kiss her Gilbert did.
The End.
Previous
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A/N: Sorry if any of the wedding things seem off; I'm Hindu so our weddings are drastically different so all the stuff like the vows and such I got from TV and the Internet.
Anyways, I hope you liked this story and if you have any questions feel free to comment and ask~! And you know, comment to let me know how you feel abou tthis story.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥