Everyone gets MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED (3/a lot)
anonymous
May 5 2009, 22:11:04 UTC
[Yeah... this segment was so long, I had to split it in two. Think of it as two bits for the price of one.]
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The next day, Sealand, Latvia, and Hungary were gathered by the altar. Switzerland was waiting by the door to walk Liechtenstein down the aisle. Sealand adjusted his collar nervously. “I’m not so comfortable in this tuxedo thing,” he said.
“You’ll be fine,” Latvia insisted. “Look! She’s right there, and she wants to do this just as much as you do.”
Indeed, as he said this, Liechtenstein entered the room. Switzerland’s jaw dropped. With her hair cut up and styled, a lovely white, stiff, short dress on, and synthetic as well as genuine blush on her cheeks, she was more beautiful than he had ever seen her.
“Vash? Vash?” Liechtenstein asked, waving her hand in front of his eyes. “Are you listening?”
Switzerland shook his head to dispel the cobwebs and other filthy objects in it. “Where did you get that dress?” he managed to say seriously.
“I bought it the day you gave me five hundred francs,” she explained. She twirled around quickly, smiling; then she put her arm in Switzerland’s and let him walk her down.
“Geliebten, wir sind heute hier zusammengekommen…”
“I’m nervous,” Sealand whispered to her.
“So am I!” Liechtenstein whispered back. “But it’s for the best, right?” She squeezed his hand, and interjected a cheery “I do” into the priest’s filibuster when it stopped.
“Um, so do I!” Sealand said.
“Durch die Macht bekleidet in mir durch die Vereinten Nationen spreche ich Sie jetzt Mann und Frau aus. Sie dürfen die Braut küssen.”
Sealand slowly kissed Liechtenstein on both cheeks as the priest announced, “Kann ich, Ihnen Herr und Frau Kirkland!”
Only two people clapped.
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Estonia and Ukraine were sitting in the essentially deserted lobby (Seychelles was reading a magazine, but it wasn’t like they cared about her), looking at the notice, when Ukraine said, “Estonia, I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes, Katyusha?” he said.
“Most of the other nations are really, really crazy - they’re actually doing this whole marriage thing, after all. How many of them would you honestly like to bind yourself to forever?”
Estonia frowned. “Dear me. You have a point. And I certainly don’t want to humiliate myself for France’s amusement.”
“So… any way out?”
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Estonia’s head. “I know! We can marry each other to avoid having to bind ourselves to any other nation-tans!”
Ukraine leapt up, embraced him, and twirled around. She disengaged, a little embarrassed. “That’s a great idea.”
So they rushed off to a justice of the peace, and that was what they did. Then they went out to buy a cup of coffee. Seychelles, inspired, went off to find Hong Kong.
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“A legal marriage counts?” Latvia asked, confused.
“It appears it does,” Switzerland said. “You know what this means. We’re getting one.”
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The next day, Sealand, Latvia, and Hungary were gathered by the altar. Switzerland was waiting by the door to walk Liechtenstein down the aisle. Sealand adjusted his collar nervously. “I’m not so comfortable in this tuxedo thing,” he said.
“You’ll be fine,” Latvia insisted. “Look! She’s right there, and she wants to do this just as much as you do.”
Indeed, as he said this, Liechtenstein entered the room. Switzerland’s jaw dropped. With her hair cut up and styled, a lovely white, stiff, short dress on, and synthetic as well as genuine blush on her cheeks, she was more beautiful than he had ever seen her.
“Vash? Vash?” Liechtenstein asked, waving her hand in front of his eyes. “Are you listening?”
Switzerland shook his head to dispel the cobwebs and other filthy objects in it. “Where did you get that dress?” he managed to say seriously.
“I bought it the day you gave me five hundred francs,” she explained. She twirled around quickly, smiling; then she put her arm in Switzerland’s and let him walk her down.
“Geliebten, wir sind heute hier zusammengekommen…”
“I’m nervous,” Sealand whispered to her.
“So am I!” Liechtenstein whispered back. “But it’s for the best, right?” She squeezed his hand, and interjected a cheery “I do” into the priest’s filibuster when it stopped.
“Um, so do I!” Sealand said.
“Durch die Macht bekleidet in mir durch die Vereinten Nationen spreche ich Sie jetzt Mann und Frau aus. Sie dürfen die Braut küssen.”
Sealand slowly kissed Liechtenstein on both cheeks as the priest announced, “Kann ich, Ihnen Herr und Frau Kirkland!”
Only two people clapped.
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Estonia and Ukraine were sitting in the essentially deserted lobby (Seychelles was reading a magazine, but it wasn’t like they cared about her), looking at the notice, when Ukraine said, “Estonia, I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes, Katyusha?” he said.
“Most of the other nations are really, really crazy - they’re actually doing this whole marriage thing, after all. How many of them would you honestly like to bind yourself to forever?”
Estonia frowned. “Dear me. You have a point. And I certainly don’t want to humiliate myself for France’s amusement.”
“So… any way out?”
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Estonia’s head. “I know! We can marry each other to avoid having to bind ourselves to any other nation-tans!”
Ukraine leapt up, embraced him, and twirled around. She disengaged, a little embarrassed. “That’s a great idea.”
So they rushed off to a justice of the peace, and that was what they did. Then they went out to buy a cup of coffee. Seychelles, inspired, went off to find Hong Kong.
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“A legal marriage counts?” Latvia asked, confused.
“It appears it does,” Switzerland said. “You know what this means. We’re getting one.”
Latvia seemed oddly disappointed.
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