Snø og lønnesirup (Norway and Canada's Wedding)

[America]

"No!" America exclaimed, giving a little scoff and trying to pretend that Canada had so totally not hit the mark on his worries and fears. He didn't want to appear weak. Not today, not when Canada needed to be concerned only with the marriage and nothing else. Nope, today he was gonna be as unselfish as possible. "I know you won't stop loving me! I just...maybe the married life is a little bit different. Maybe you won't have as much time to hang out with me and I'd get so bored and...yeah." He decided to shut up now. He obviously wasn't being unselfish.

"I wouldn't get up even if you tried making me," he shot back, referring to the wrinkly suit. "It's my clothes and I can wear 'em how I wanna wear 'em!" However, when he saw that his tie was about to get ruined, he did straighten up a little. He worked all morning on that damn thing and he certainly wasn't about to let it get ruined just because he was a little careless.

[mlpnkobnhjui]

"As long as you remember that I won't forget about you." Canada could never stop loving his brother even if he tried. No matter what happened, he would be stuck with America and America would be stuck with him until one or both of their countries fell. It wasn't like anything was going to change. They would still be fighting zombies and defending north America like they had been doing before. This wedding was only going to make Norway's and Canada's love for each other official. 'And Hopfully let a certain other Nordic nation know that Norway was in a relationship with him.' thought Canada. He didn't want to think about Denmark at this moment, why did his name seem to pop up in his head so often? "If you ever get lonely, just tell me, ok? I promise that I will find a way to talk with you more often."

"Alright, there's no need to get so offensive. You can wear your clothes how you want to, I won't say anything anymore." It was just clothes, America didn't need to shout. It wasn't like he was trying to take away his freedom. Was he always like this when people told him what to do?

[America]

America laughed. Or, rather, he gave the most genuine laugh he could, feeling all too uncomfortable talking about his problems at the moment. He needed to remember that this was Canada's day, not his. "Nah, I won't get too lonely. I still have other countries to mess with. I'm sure those silly Europeans could spare some time to chill with me." Even though most of those Europeans weren't nearly as fun as Canada. And none of them were his brother. He couldn't go crying to them if he felt upset about something. They weren't just a day's drive away- he had to fly to visit all of them.

"I'm not defensive 'bout nothing," America replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "I just hate wearing suits. Don't you? Look, don't I remind you of some stupid business man or something? And my hair is all slicked back like...like a...like a fancy person." He glared at his brother. "See what I do for you?"

[mlpnkobnhjui]

"Well as long as you don't bother them too much." He knew for a fact that it wouldn't be a good idea to annoy some of the european countries. They had their own problems to worry about, and they didn't need a certain American running around when they were trying to do their work. Of course, he had to admit that America had grown up a lot since they had arrived at the warehouse. Not that he didn't already act grown up, because he knew how to be responsible. He was one of the world's greatest nations after all.

"I really don't mind wearing suits, but I'm glad that you love me enough to wear one." Sure they were a little uncomfortable, but Canada didn't really mind it that much. He knew that America hated wearing suits, it was just another thing to thank him for later. Along with thanking him for talking to him. It made him feel so much better, he couldn't even remember why he had been nervous.

[America]

America chuckled. "I can always bother Japan if the others won't play with me. Japan likes video games, so he's awesome enough to be my friend." Of course, he wouldn't bother him more than he already did (which he believed wasn't much, but Japan probably had different opinions on that matter). Well, at least they were off the subject of Canada's marriage. Even if America did want to hear the details of how he fell in love with Norway (minus any, er, sexual information- that was something America could most certainly do without).

"Yeah, you'd better be glad," America replied with a snort. "This thing is super itchy and tight and I hate it. Why do people wear these suits all the time? I just don't get it!" He stood, straightening his pants out now. "You should have made this a casual wedding. That way, we could all be wearing t-shirts and sweats and it would be ten times more awesome."

[mlpnkobnhjui]

'Great, now he's going to bother the asian nations. What's next, the middle east?' thought Canada to himself. He knew for a fact that some of them really didn't like America. Even worse was the fact that Canada was always being mistaken for America. He had plenty of bruises to prove it, well he did anyway. Small cuts and bruises never lasted, but the memory sure did. Why did they have to look so much alike? Well, as long as it was only Japan, he wouldn't get hurt. Japan wasn't the violent type, and he didn't seem to mind America that much. "Just, try not to give Japan a heart attack, ok?"

Canada almost laughed at America's childish behavior. "You wear suits to look more professional." It wasn't like he was trying to torture his brother, that was the last thing he wanted. An angry American was not one of the things he wanted to deal with right now.

"You should have been with me when we planned the wedding, then we could have used your 'awesome' ideas." He wouldn't have minded if America had helped plan it, but he didn't know that his brother would want to.

[America]

America shrugged, sitting back in his chair (a little straighter this time 'round- he didn't want the suit to be uncomfortable, and suits tended to be at their coziest when one was sitting right). "Japan doesn't get heart attacks from me!" he exclaimed. "He's, like, so old that he's used to everything I do by now." He waved it off, knowing all too well that Japan acted perfectly fine with America's crazy antics. "Also, I could still invite Lithuania over. He likes everything I like, and he makes damn good coffee."

Mussing up his own hair, America puffed out his cheeks and mumbled, "I don't wanna look professional. I wanna look like...like a good-looking guy, since I am one and all." Being professional just made him look strange. He had to wear suits for all those political shenanigans, which usually involved everyone yelling at each other about this and that, but in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, the only reason he would ever try looking professional was for Canada's wedding. So, he began trying to fix his hair back in it's original, gelled position again, hoping he didn't mess it up too much.

"Dude, I totally didn't know you were having this wedding until, like, the last minute." He stood and found a mirror, noticing with despair that Nantucket still wasn't laying flat. "Otherwise, you know me, I'd plan out the entire thing myself."

[mlpnkobnhjui]

"I'll have to try his coffee one day then." Canada wondered if they grew coffee beans in Lithuania. He didn't know if their climate could support a coffee plant or not. I guess they weren't that hard to grow, as long as the weather wasn't too cold. Besides that, he wondered if the coffee was actually any good. He wasn't too fond of American coffee, but it was certainly better than drinking tea or one of America's energy drinks.

"I think you look good in a suit, it makes you look older." His brother did look very good, Canada was almost jealous. Although, his hair could use some work. Nantucket still continued to defy gravity and no amount of hair gel could fix that.

"Well, I didn't want to bore you with my love life." That wasn't entirely true, the truth was that he was scared to tell his brother. Actually he had been scared to tell anyone, but especially someone as close to him as America. He was afraid that they would disapprove of his actions. Did they still not like the idea of him getting married? No one had said anything yet, but he was sure that some of them would stop the wedding if they could. In reality, they could stop the wedding, and that was just another thing to worry about. He tried to shake that thought out of his mind, but now that he had thought of it, the fear wouldn't go away easily.

"Would I at least get an opinion?" questioned Canada. It was Norway's and his wedding, it wouldn't be fair if America did everything. Although it would be amusing to see what he would have done. He hoped that the wedding wouldn't be too boring for America. He was the one who had to sit through the entire thing.

[America]

"I'll tell him to make it for you one day," he replied. "I mean, I could make it, too, but he makes it better somehow. I think I'm just too lazy to grind up the beans and stuff. I like using instant." He shrugged, a bit amused at his own sentence. "I actually don't know if he made coffee before coming to my place. I taught him everything he knows!" Well, most everything, but he wasn't going to dwell on that sentence any.

"Do I really look older?" America asked, turning from the mirror to blink at Canada. That was a start. He had always been trying to look older in hopes that he wouldn't be called stupid names like 'boy' or 'kid' anymore, but he didn't know the suits did anything to help with that.

Giving himself one last glance in the mirror (and glaring angrily at Nantucket), he went back to his seat, now knowing that he'd better sit correctly to save himself from having a wrinkly suit. "I wouldn't have minded hearing 'bout your love life!" America replied cheerfully, managing to give Canada one of his most awesome grins. "What are brothers for, after all? You tell me everything, okay? And I'll totally give you an opinion." Of course, if he didn't like it, he could shoot that idea right out of the door.

"But, I mean, 'syour wedding. It's your day to be happy, so I don't think you should be all that concerned with how everyone else is."

[mlpnkobnhjui]

"I'll look forward to it." Canada wasn't really looking forward to it anymore. Now that he knew America had taught Lithuania everything he knew about coffee, it couldn't be that good. Of course, if any was ever offered to him, then he would at least try it. It could turn out to be very well made.

"Yes, you do look older. Not by much, but still older. You don't want to look like an old man, do you?" He knew that America hated to be called a child. Canada didn't mind being called a child, it would mean that someone was actually paying attention to him. The suit did help him look older, but nothing would ever make him look like an old man. He was too energetic and happy all the time to look too old.

"That's ok America, I'd rather not talk about it." He wasn't ready yet to tell America the whole truth, even if he did leave out that one part in the greenhouse. He wouldn't be saying anything about that for a very long time to come. He normally didn't mind when people gave opinions about him, but this subject was a little too sensitive.

Canada sat down in another chair (which just so happen to conveniently be there) across from his brother, making sure not to wrinkle his suit. He let out a sigh and said "I guess you're right, I shouldn't worry so much. I just don't want anything to go wrong"

[[x] Norway]

(XD i love reading yalls replies on here~)

[Seychelles]

((sorry i did not reply!! There was many things going on and i have only time to write short stuff))

Seychelles smiled happily. She really hoped that Norway was okay with the present, due to the fact that she used Fish crackers as Norway's present as she had no idea what he like. Canada on the other hand, wa too much obvlious to what he liked.

"Wait here, i should go get some water for you! Your looked really dried out." Seychelles said as she raced to the kitchen before he could say anything. Seychelles opened the fridge door and took out a jug of water. She then took a stool and climbed up the counter to the top cabinet, which stalls the cups. Opening the cabinet, she grabbed a blue cup and climbed down. Filling up the cup with water, she then went back to Norway, giving him the cup of water.

"Hee, drink it. You will feel much better." Seychelles said cheekily. Not that the water was made up of any special powder or mixture.

[America]

[[But Meri feels bad for taking over your wedding thread. DX]]

America shrugged. "So long as I look even a teensy bit older, I'm awesome," he replied. "It's probably the coffee. Coffee stunts growth, right? Yep. I need to drink more coffee." Maybe Canada's reception would have a cup or two set aside for him. Of course, four would make him feel better, but this was their wedding and they probably didn't want to spend all their money on coffee. Which was totally a stupid idea, because coffee made everyone more hyper than they already were without the awful side effects of alcohol.

But they had more important matters to worry about rather than coffee. Canada was hiding stuff from him. Canada was hiding his relationship and all the nice, fun details that America wanted to hear. "Come on!" he whined. "I wanna know how you two met, why you guys fell in love, if he's good enough for you, and all those things a big brother should! You can't just keep this all from me!" He crossed his arms, giving Canada one of his world-famous pouts.

Then, of course, he realized he had an awesome way of getting what he wanted.

Threats never failed.

"If you don't tell me, I'll make sure everything goes wrong." He wouldn't do a thing to ruin Canada's wedding, of course, but perhaps the fear he was totally installing in Canada right now would work it's magic.

[[x] Norway]

As Norway watched Seychelles run off and get him a water, he then realized how much he needed that water. His mouth was very dry and his palms were sweaty. Norway was probebly more nervous then Canada was and could ever be. When she got back Norway took the cup of water with a smile. "Thank you Seychells..." he said as he quickly gulped it all down. It felt good on his throat as he chugged it down.

When he finished it, he gasped for breath. And he smiled some more at her. He really did need that. "Thank you so much, that really did help." he said giving her a thankful look.

[Seychelles]

"No problem!!" Seychelles said as she took the cup from his hand and went to the kitchen to wash it. After placing the cup on the tray, she went back to Norway.

"Chill, mon ami, today is and must be the best day of your life. If you get nervous, just think of all the times you guys had together, im sure that will make you feel better." Seychelles said as she gave him a pat on the back. She then stood up and left the Norway and Spain.

"Im gonna check on Candy, kays?" Seychelles chirped as she made her way to find Canada. She skipped along the way. This was the first time she went to a wedding and she was overly excited about it. She then soon found a door that had a picture of a red maple leaf.

"This definetely must be Candy's room." Seychelles muttered. She knocked on the door before opening it.