Re: Everyone gets MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED
anonymous
May 5 2009, 22:14:46 UTC
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That night, Sealand and Liechtenstein lay in bed next to each other, and they were confused.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Sealand said.
“I don’t know,” Liechtenstein answered. “I’ve heard people make a big deal about wedding nights, but never really was sure what they meant.”
“Well,” Sealand said, “I did hear nii-san make a big deal this one time about how France had ‘never ever ever’ slept with him because World War II was over so it had never happened. Come to think of it, I’ve heard people say that a lot.”
“Peter, do you ever feel like older nations are sort of crazy?”
“All the time,” he said. “So… are you going to, uh, sleep with me?”
Liechtenstein giggled. “I don’t see why not. Night, Sealand.”
“Night, Liechtenstein.” He turned down the light, and they both fell asleep.
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“This should look great on you!” Belgium chirped as she put the last flower in Hungary’s hair.
“It’s almost like you’re giving me your hairstyle,” Hungary joked.
Belgium mock-pouted. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” Hungary decided. She embraced the younger nation. “I’m so glad you’re helping me out here.”
Belgium picked up the veil. “One last touch!” She placed it atop Hungary’s head. “You’re good to go now. Have fun! But… I have a question.”
“Yes?”
She paused before continuing. “I know you’re going to fake-marry Prussia after this, to make him happy and fulfill the requirement for him and stop him from seizing Austria’s vital regions again, and even though I know it can’t possibly count because you’ll not be single and all… Aren’t you just asking for trouble there?”
Hungary laughed. “What is this, a soap opera? Everything’ll be fine, Bella-chan. I’m sure of it.” She gathered up her bouquet and left for the altar, followed by her doubtful maid of honor.
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And there was much rejoicing.
At least half of the nation-tans were there; the Axis, the Allies, the Baltics and Balkans were all present to pay their respects. America had even brought an electric iron to give them, which caused England, France, and China to go on a madcap adventure right before the ceremony to obtain a waffle iron, toaster, and oven. There was enough sugary confectionary on the buffet table to kill a diabetic horse, and ludicrous amounts of flowers hung from the ceiling.
In short, there was so much rejoicing that Murphy-tan obviously was lurking in some shadow or another figuring out how to make all this go to hell. It didn’t seem like that could possibly happen, though, especially with Liechtenstein dancing down the aisle tossing flowers and Sealand all dolled up holding the rings on a pillow. What could go wrong when the vows were ones as beautiful as “Szeretteim, mi van itt összegyűjtött mai ünnepel az unió Ausztria és Magyarország a szent házasság. Wenn eine Person hat einen Einwand gegen diese Union, jetzt sprechen oder auf ewig halten Sie Ihren Frieden”? So brides were kissed and rice thrown and cake eaten, and Austria and Hungary held each other and thought all their troubles were over.
Re: Everyone gets MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED
anonymous
May 6 2009, 14:20:16 UTC
“So… are you going to, uh, sleep with me?” Liechtenstein giggled. “I don’t see why not. Night, Sealand.” “Night, Liechtenstein.” He turned down the light, and they both fell asleep.
That night, Sealand and Liechtenstein lay in bed next to each other, and they were confused.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Sealand said.
“I don’t know,” Liechtenstein answered. “I’ve heard people make a big deal about wedding nights, but never really was sure what they meant.”
“Well,” Sealand said, “I did hear nii-san make a big deal this one time about how France had ‘never ever ever’ slept with him because World War II was over so it had never happened. Come to think of it, I’ve heard people say that a lot.”
“Peter, do you ever feel like older nations are sort of crazy?”
“All the time,” he said. “So… are you going to, uh, sleep with me?”
Liechtenstein giggled. “I don’t see why not. Night, Sealand.”
“Night, Liechtenstein.” He turned down the light, and they both fell asleep.
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“This should look great on you!” Belgium chirped as she put the last flower in Hungary’s hair.
“It’s almost like you’re giving me your hairstyle,” Hungary joked.
Belgium mock-pouted. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” Hungary decided. She embraced the younger nation. “I’m so glad you’re helping me out here.”
Belgium picked up the veil. “One last touch!” She placed it atop Hungary’s head. “You’re good to go now. Have fun! But… I have a question.”
“Yes?”
She paused before continuing. “I know you’re going to fake-marry Prussia after this, to make him happy and fulfill the requirement for him and stop him from seizing Austria’s vital regions again, and even though I know it can’t possibly count because you’ll not be single and all… Aren’t you just asking for trouble there?”
Hungary laughed. “What is this, a soap opera? Everything’ll be fine, Bella-chan. I’m sure of it.” She gathered up her bouquet and left for the altar, followed by her doubtful maid of honor.
-
And there was much rejoicing.
At least half of the nation-tans were there; the Axis, the Allies, the Baltics and Balkans were all present to pay their respects. America had even brought an electric iron to give them, which caused England, France, and China to go on a madcap adventure right before the ceremony to obtain a waffle iron, toaster, and oven. There was enough sugary confectionary on the buffet table to kill a diabetic horse, and ludicrous amounts of flowers hung from the ceiling.
In short, there was so much rejoicing that Murphy-tan obviously was lurking in some shadow or another figuring out how to make all this go to hell. It didn’t seem like that could possibly happen, though, especially with Liechtenstein dancing down the aisle tossing flowers and Sealand all dolled up holding the rings on a pillow. What could go wrong when the vows were ones as beautiful as “Szeretteim, mi van itt összegyűjtött mai ünnepel az unió Ausztria és Magyarország a szent házasság. Wenn eine Person hat einen Einwand gegen diese Union, jetzt sprechen oder auf ewig halten Sie Ihren Frieden”? So brides were kissed and rice thrown and cake eaten, and Austria and Hungary held each other and thought all their troubles were over.
Of course, they were wrong.
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Liechtenstein giggled. “I don’t see why not. Night, Sealand.”
“Night, Liechtenstein.” He turned down the light, and they both fell asleep.
SO. CUTE. GAAAH.
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