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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 16, 2012 19:20:53 GMT -5
You Are the Only Exception: The Wedding of France and Spain
Cathedral Reception
VIP Table After muddling through the dregs of poverty and war and relishing the beauteous pinnacle of prosperity and domestic bliss, France and Spain are finally tying the knot!
Sign the guestbook! Leave your wedding gifts at the door! Have a seat in Paris's awe-inspiring cathedral-- Notre Dame, and witness the union of two nations truly, desperately, madly in love.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 16, 2012 23:43:42 GMT -5
How strange and oddly difficult this day was already proving itself to be! After many centuries of being fairly fettered to his Spanish lover, France found himself parted from the man, at his own request, for several long and arduous hours. The desired hour was upon them, the day and time of their much-anticipated wedding, and France had insisted that the two spend the day apart as tradition dictated. After all, was it not bad luck for a groom to see his bride, dressed in resplendent white, before the ceremony? Although he was by no means a superstitious man, Francis would take no chances-- not with something so sacred, something so wonderfully fragile, for which he had longed for years and years. In fact, that morning, after showering and shaving and plucking and glossing, he had fallen to his knees to pray to whatever god existed in the distant heavens.
Mon Dieu, let zis be right! Mon Dieu, I love 'im too much for eet to end ze way... for eet to end up like...! Oh mon Dieu, let zis be right!"
Even now, standing in the cathedral's bridal quarters while his bridesmaids fluttered about him, fussing and cooing, and preparing him for the heart-stopping walk down the aisle, France felt his worry crush his stomach into a vice-grip. If it were not difficult enough to be away from Spain's sunny presence, France felt the anxiety of old, festering wounds. He wanted very much to make Spain happy-- but..! What if...!
He needed to see Spain. Right now. To ease his mind! It was as if part of him, a vital limb, had been torn away, and he was left aching and bleeding all manner of silly emotions and fears. He gnawed nervously on a handkerchief, squirmed, whined, and bolted for the chamber doors many times, but each time, his bridesmaids barricaded the door.
"NON. NON. You don't understand! I need to see Spain! I need to see mon Antonio! I'm going mad!" he cried, but they were relentless, steering him in front of the full-bodied mirror for final adjustments.
Despite Alfred's mocking and jeering to the contrary, Francis had chosen to wear a white Versace suit with silver cufflinks, a silk white tie, matching waist-coat, and milky leather shoes. Large white lilies had been threaded through his blond locks, which had been tied neatly back into soft, loose waves. Though Francis was incredibly cognizant of his own everyday beauty and elegance, he was admittedly more in awe of himself than ever before-- his soft, porcelain skin was flushed with a bright, happy glow; his blond hair had never been so glossy, his eyes never so irresistibly blue, his smile so genuine and broad! He was in full possession of all his most attractive features, and he could not have been more thankful. The last thing he would have wanted was to revolt Spain on such a gloriously important day. Spain! Oh Spain! In but a few hours, the two would be bound in marriage!
It was absolutely foolish and positively feminine to become this giddy; his head was clouding with silly fantasies, his knees weakening with the thought of seeing his Spain again, with the thought of their impending honeymoon night, but ah! Perhaps now, in this moment, as his bridesmaids handed him a good-smelling wedding bouquet and finally pushed him into the waiting hall, it was all right to be foolish.
Too many times he had ruined things before. Too many times he had suffered heartache and pain at the hands of men he loved too much. Too many times did he cheat and hurt and lie and lose! But this was the end. From this day forward he would dedicate himself to one purpose, and that was making Spain, his Spain, smile.
Without further ado, the cathedral doors were opened, and he was ushered into a warm womb of glittering lights, enchanting music, and watchful eyes.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Nov 16, 2012 23:57:59 GMT -5
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Spain, I hope you are ready for what you just started. Good luck. You will need lots of it.
Anyway, I came here to congratulate you, even though I am tempted to convince Spain out of this wedding. I see there's no need, for it's too late. Congratulations, I wish the two of you happy.
To France, I hope you'll finally find what you've been looking for. Be happy.
By the way, the food could've been better. Next time you have a celebration, tell me so I could cook for all of us. Fine wine, though.
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Post by Hipster Belarus on Nov 17, 2012 0:44:29 GMT -5
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Spain, Good luck and enjoy your honeymoon.
France, I hope this stops you from streaking through houses but none the less,enjoy.
Hope you are able to use the gifts. Hehe.
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Post by norwaybendevik on Nov 17, 2012 1:30:14 GMT -5
*rushes into wedding hall* AGGHH!! Am JEG late?! Is it still going on? *straightens tie* ~Hipster Norway
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Romano
Junior Member
Tch.. idiotas..
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Post by Romano on Nov 17, 2012 4:53:58 GMT -5
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Spain, tomato bastard... I would say that I hope you're happy like this, but hell, you're always happy, aren't you? So now that you're married, stop coming over and bothering me at least for the time you're on your honeymoon, okay? And I do not want to hear about it afterwards, you weirdo!
France, you had better treat him right. If you don't, I'll be after you, stupid wine bastard. Even if you are scary as hell, it won't stop me from ambushing you with tomatoes.
Congratulations to both of you. I hope your lives are full of.. happiness and love and all that crap. Yeah.
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Post by Monaco on Nov 17, 2012 7:07:30 GMT -5
Monaco had great trouble to keep France from decay into madness. Several times he was already running to the door and tried to push her and the bridesmaids away to flee to Spain. Florence on the other hand looked at him with fascinated amusement, she would anyway have been too small to discourage him from running away.
When she thought about it, while than the other pulled France up to the mirror and woven the lilies into his golden locks, she started thinking about the past centuries. All that had grieved France and whom he had saddened. As absurd as this may sound, it was nice to see him so nervous. It was indeed a rarity. And his nervousness hat never reached this amount before. It showed her in some way that he was serious and that calmed her. Spain was, despite the past stories, dear to her heard and that he was able to put France in such states of mind made him even more likeable.
With a gentle sigh and a smile gracing her lips she got up from her chair and chased all the people teeming around France aside. Because of her well known short body size, she still just saw over France's head and looked with him at his own reflection. She gently stroked the lilies that decorated his hair and breathed with a rare warm smile "Monsieur Spain consider 'imself lucky to ‘ave you as ‘is bridegroom."
Applied the bridesmaids asked to move aside and conducted France to the door, only to shortly thereafter push him like a newborn child into the unknown. Giggling, she joined them and leaned in the doorway, as all admiring glances are directed at France and the guests rose from their seats.
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Post by Thor Odinson on Nov 17, 2012 10:17:16 GMT -5
The day had finally arrived-- they were finally getting married. The hours had passed like dream; a very long dream filled with joy, warmth, and stomach curling anticipation. Spain was not a man who often found himself nervous for any reason, but today was special. It was the event of a lifetime! He wanted nothing more than to be with France, but he had insisted they spend the day apart as tradition dictated and Spain obliged without a complaint.
The venue, the decor, the catering! It was all so perfectly planned. Spain was in awe of it all, but he expected no less where France was involved.
Now, the hour was upon them. He stood at the alter, green eyes sweeping over the crowd that had come to watch this wondrous occasion. Finally he would be able to see his France, and soon they would be vowing their lives to one another. Just a few moments more!
The soft music that filled the cathedral just moments ago slowed into silence before a new melody rose with a more joyful energy. Spain's heart tightened in his chest-- it was time. The doors opened and there he was, the man he was so desperately in love with. The man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with! A smile lit up his face, filled with so much warmth and happiness that it was almost painful.
Everything was perfect-- nothing could go wrong. This day would be everything France wanted it to be, Spain would make sure of that. He wanted nothing more than to make France happy, to see him smile, and to give him everything he deserved.
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Post by chibi!Canada on Nov 17, 2012 15:09:13 GMT -5
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Papa, I hop Papa Toni treets you good~ You shud be happy!
Je t'aime~ *hugs for both nations!* -- Matthieu and Kumajiji
((Sorry for all the misspellings, but he's only 5 or so and still working on his alphabet and spelling. XD;; As it is, he tried to do most of it himself so it was truly heartfelt and such. ~ 'Canadmin'))
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Post by Hipster Cuba on Nov 17, 2012 17:08:35 GMT -5
Busily preparing the evenings meals for the beautiful, very soon to be married couple, Cuba called out orders to his staff. He wanted everything to be perfect. It was bad enough that senor Francia let that damn senor England prepare some dishes at the rehearsal dinner, luckily he saved the night with some light hors d'oeuvres that he laced up with natural herbs to calm stomachs, he wasn't ashamed of his roots in Santeria as some of the remedies came in handy in times like these. Aye, I really hope that damn England doesn't try to cook anything else or there will be troubles! He shakes his dread locked head and goes back to his tasks. The nights meals will start off with Creole crab croquettes with a lime butter sauce, small skewers of roasted cherry tomatoes with Creole garlic shrimp and an assortment of fresh local fruits and tropical fruits he had imported over. For the course, he was preparing Filet de Truite au vin Blanc, Chicken bonne Femme and Jambalaya. He also made sure there was plenty of fine wine, champagne of the finest caliber and spirits as well as his famous Cuban rum and mojitos, he also hit up Puerto Rico for his famous rum as well as Poland and Russia for their Vodkas for this very special occasion.
He walks over to make sure the desserts were also going well, beignets, Creole bread pudding, bananas foster, real vanilla bean from scratch ice cream, everything was going as planned. He looks at his watch. Aye we need to get this show on the road amigos! Not much more time left. He thinks to himself: I wish I could've been there to see Senor's Francia y España take their vows, but I have my duties to them here, and I am so honored to at least be apart of this very special day and I will get to see the beautiful happy couple tonight at the recepción. Ok everyone keep working, we still have alot to do pero and not much more time to do it! Ondalay! He goes back to prepping the dishes and getting things in order for the all nighter he is sure that is about to take place.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 17, 2012 18:12:41 GMT -5
All of the cathedral hall seemed to be a dazzling stage. Every eye was upon him, every neck craned to look round at him and his bridesmaids, who surrounded him like a well-dressed cloud of silk, velvet, sequins, and shining jewels. There were white rose petals in the air, drifting around him like a gentle snowfall. But through the wondrous glamor of all these things, the world seemed stopped when France lifted his eyes to the altar, where Spain was loyally waiting for him.
Admittedly, somewhere in the darkest part of his heart, France feared that Spain would abandon him now, that he would suddenly abscond away with Romano or some filthy vixen who materialized out of nowhere. He had awoken this morning in a cold sweat in fact; he had tossed and turned all night thinking of such things and entertaining terrible, heart-breaking nightmares, but! There he was. As loyal and handsome and steadfast as ever before.
He was dressed in a pin-stripped Gucci suit with a deep red tie and matching handkerchief tucked neatly into his breast pocket. His black shoes had been properly shined, and his thick dark hair had been carefully combed, but it was already showing signs of its natural unruliness. France's heart prickled with affection. And the way those green eyes were fixed upon him and only him! Ah! Spain!
France alighted upon the altar, his every step elegant and graceful, but inwardly, he was quivering with nerves. He offered Spain his hands, not only because he desperately desired his fiance's touch after being parted for so long, but also simply to steady himself.
The priest was beginning, the world was falling away, and France could only see Spain, his Spain, smiling broadly upon him. And now! It was time! Time to tell Spain just how he felt... His tongue thickened in his mouth, and he could barely speak for several moments, then:
"Antonio, from ze moment I met you, I have zanked ze heavens for you. Eet es true zat we have not always been lovers, or even friends, zat we 'ave opposed one anozer on more zan one occasion. But ze gentle 'and of time has nudged us togezer, et we 'ave grown togezer, so much so zat I can no longer tell where I end et... where you begin.
Mon sweet Spain, I am zankful for you. When I suffered 'eart-break, you were zere; when I was beaten and bloodied by war time et time again, you were zere, et more zan any one else, I want you to stay weeth moi, by mon side, so zat I might always see your sunny smile.
Spain, I know zat I am not ze easiest man to love. I know zat I am frustrating, et moody, et dramatic, but...! Weeth you, I find zat I am tempered, 'appier, calmer. Spain! Oh, Spain! You make moi a better man!
I promise zat, from zis day forward, I will commit myself only to you. Mon 'eart, body, et soul are yours and only yours to 'ave et to 'old. I want to be weeth you et no ozer until ze world falls to ashes around us, until ze mountains crumble, until ze sun blackens, et ze moon et stars fall out of ze sky. Every morning I want you. Every evening, I want you. Et when I draw my last breath, I want to be looking into zhose green eyes.
Spain, I love you. Je t'aime! Until ze end of ze earth et into eternity!"
He nearly leapt into Spain's arms after this, but he restrained himself, lowering his eyes and gazing at his lover through lowered eyelashes. He felt heat creeping over his cheeks.
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Post by Stefani on Nov 19, 2012 11:35:26 GMT -5
Congrats to you lovebirds!!! Even though I am in love with both of you.. ANYWAY, I hope nobody else causes you much trouble, and, well. JUST KEEP ON LOVING!!! ;D
Te amor et Je t'aime Steffy, The person.
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Post by akiraitaliagrim on Nov 19, 2012 19:22:18 GMT -5
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Congrats Francis et Espanga! Hope you two have a wondeful life together!
(Konazaki Ishashota-Akira Izumi on fb)
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Post by manachan22 on Nov 20, 2012 2:13:22 GMT -5
I'm so happy for you guys~! Spain you better treat France right or I'm gonna come after you, haha!!
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Post by Thor Odinson on Nov 20, 2012 14:59:32 GMT -5
Spain took France's hands when he offered them, and gave them a gentle squeeze. The ceremony had started and all that mattered was France-- standing before him, holding his hands, and looking at him with those blue eyes he so often found himself lost in.
Finally came the time for their vows-- the moment they committed themselves to each other. Just when Spain thought he could feel no happier - smile any brighter - France's words rushed in and filled him with such warmth, joy, and love that he was certain his heart would simply burst in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to pull France closer to him and envelope him in his arms, but now was not the time for that.
It was his turn to declare his love-- commit himself to the man he loved more than life itself! His grip on France's hands tightened. Ah, France! The blush creeping across his cheeks was positively endearing. Spain cleared his throat, trying his best clear away the knot of emotion that had lodged itself there.
Francia, mi amor, I am never happier than when I am with you. I love you more y more with each passing día, y will continue to to love you más with each día.
I cannot imagine mi vida without you-- it es true, we were not always close, y sometimes we were complete strangers! Pero through all the darkness I suffered throughout mi historia you were always the beacon of light that brought me back. You saved me, Francia, mi corazón, y I could not be more grateful. Without you, I do not know who I would be today.
I will always stay with you, y today I give myself to you in marriage. From this día on I pledge myself to you, y only to you; to love, to have, and to hold. Mi amor para you es eterno y will never waver.
Lo promesa!
Te amo, Francia-- Te amaré siempre!
Such a promise of love left his heart aching for the man standing before him-- how much longer until he could finally hold him?
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