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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 11:02:59 GMT -5
Well this was just great, now everyone was making him feel like a horrible person. The guilt was just to much, and he knew that they had taken it way to far this time. Maybe he had wanted to make America hurt, but he certainly didn't want America mad at him for the entire wedding or longer. He couldn't stay mad at his brother for to long, especially since he could barely remember why he was mad in the first place.
When America stood up from his chair, Canada panicked and turned around to face the other countries. America was going to leave him, and leave angry at that. He didn't want his brother to leave him, not now when he wanted him to be by his side the most. He ran up to America for the third time, but this time he gave America a hug. A very tight hug, so that he couldn't run away.
"Don't leave me, I don't hate you and I don't want you to die. I love you, please don't leave. I'm sorry I was so mean to you, you don't deserve this, but don't go. I can't do this without you, I need you, don't leave." Tears were streaming down Canada's face, and he was probably ruining America's suit. He didn't care, as long as America didn't leave him, eveything would be ok.
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 11:41:06 GMT -5
When Canada hugged him, America had a right mind to throw forth some even more insulting words, just to see that look of guilt and pain triple. But, he couldn't do it. Canada was sobbing into his suit and America's anger simply melted away, along with every mean thought he had. If they kept spewing hateful words, who knew how scarred they'd become. Besides that, America hated getting into fights with his brother. He couldn't stand it. Every mean word he had said would always come back to haunt him.
"If you keep crying, your eyes will be red when you get married," America muttered, slowly wrapping his hands around Canada's back and pulling him even closer into the hug. He closed his eyes and tried hiding his own tears from the other countries in the room. So much for not crying. "I didn't mean anything I said, y-you know," he whispered. "I'm sorry I said those things. I don't hate you, either. I love you and I could n-never miss your wedding." He bit down on his tongue to keep from making any sort of sounds that would show the other nations how close he was to sobbing just as much as Canada.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 12:28:42 GMT -5
Canada tried to stop crying, but only succeeded to slow down his crying. What would Norway and Seychelles think of him? He didn't care if America saw him cry, he had cried in front of America before. He had wanted to always act strong in front of Norway, and now he was reduced to tears. He didn't know why he couldn't be as strong as America and fight back these tears. Maybe it was because of all these emotions he had been holding back for all of these years.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything I said either. Let's never fight again." It was amazing how much Canada could act like a child after all these years of being mature. He was still dependent on his brother, and now he was starting to become dependent on Norway as well. One of these days he would have to become more independent, but that day wouldn't be today. He was glad that he could still depend on America, that they would always be there for each other.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 21, 2012 13:01:22 GMT -5
Norway smiled when the two brothers finally made up. He noticed that the two were crying and he walked to them. He cuped Canada's face and wiped the tears in his eyes. He gave Canada a hopeful smile and went over to wipe America's eyes. The nation tried his best to show everyone that he wasnt crying but he could tell that he could tell. He wiped America's eyes to and smiled.
Inside of Norway he hoped that this wedding wasnt going to be a complete and utter disaster anymore. Maybe things were going to go smoothly now.
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 13:24:21 GMT -5
It was a little bit on the embarrassing side when Norway wiped away his tears, but America supposed he could take it for now. It was under good intentions and, besides, America was just happy that Norway forgave him, too. Smiling right back at the smaller nation (albeit a bit nervously, as he was still unsure if crying in front of the others was too childish or something), America rubbed his brother's back. "Agreed," he said. "Fights are stupid and we're too awesome to do that."
He slowly pulled back, patting Canada's shoulder a bit awkwardly. He didn't mean to make him cry. He didn't want to make him cry. He still felt guilty about everything. "So, uh...y-you guys are gonna have the most awesome wedding ever, right? And I'll totally be there cheering you on." He nodded, then quickly corrected himself. "Not actually cheering, ya know. It's a meta-thing. It just means I'll be there and support you guys."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 14:43:04 GMT -5
"Alright, just don't be to loud. I wouldn't want it to look like you were drunk." said Canada while rubbing his eyes. He had stopped crying now, but his eyes were still red. He would need to calm down some more before the redness would go away.
On another note, they wouldn't be able to start the wedding until the other countries arrived, especially Spain since he was the priest. So far only Seychelles and America had arrived, he didn't include Norway or himself because they weren't guests. He hoped they hadn't forgotten about him again. He didn't think they would forget about Norway, but then again some of the countries weren't close to Norway. "We can't start the wedding until Spain and the other countires come, so I guess we can just talk until then."
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 21, 2012 14:51:26 GMT -5
Norway smiled and felt so relived that there fighting was finally over and done with. He quietly walked over to the couch and sat down. He was still kind of tired fom all that yelling. He leaned hishea back and closed his eyes and tried to relax. They werent going to fight anymore and tha was a good thing, but he still felt uneasy...
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 16:35:48 GMT -5
"Since when do I get drunk?" America asked, chuckling. He felt a little ridiculous like this, and he wondered if his eyes were as red as Canada's. Probably not, considering how much Canada cried as compared to him, but it was still silly for him to be so upset over Canada's apology and hug. He needed to learn how to keep his composure better (as shown from the yelling match).
Unsurprised that no one else had shown up just yet (he was early, after all), America nodded, straightening his suit from the wrinkles. Talking was just fine. And maybe he could find out more about their relationship- save sex life- without being too pushy. If they didn't feel like telling him, though, he might be able to save it for later. "Um, so...how long have you two been together?" That seemed safe enough.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 16:59:54 GMT -5
"Well I've never seen you drunk, but it could happen." Anything was possible, and considering that they had alcohol at this wedding, getting drunk was a very good possibility. He hoped that didn't happen, any country getting drunk was a very bad thing, especially since he wouldn't know what to do in that situation.
Canada started to blush when America asked him a question. He didn't really want to talk about their love life, but it was only his brother.... and Seychelles. He didn't want to fight again, so he had to answer. Canada looked to the floor and answered "Well, I guess it's around ten or eleven months now."
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 20:24:50 GMT -5
Sensing Canada's hesitation and unwillingness to discuss his relationship with Norway, America decided to refrain from asking any more questions. He could figure everything out later in time. Canada's time, not his. "Ten or eleven months?" he whistled softly. "Long time without letting your brother know, huh?" He stuck his lower lip out in a pout, but his eyes twinkled humorously, knowing that Canada was far too shy to ever discuss his love life with anyone, including his brother.
Of course, he wasn't one to talk. He and England hadn't made their relationship officially known, either. Well, whatever. What Canada didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And what America didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He could live with that. "Other than wine and stuff, what else will you guys have at the reception?" he asked excitedly, sitting back down. "If you knew I'd show up, you'd better have prepared a feast!"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 21:35:59 GMT -5
Canada shifted his feet uncomfortably and said "I'm sorry, I didn't think you would be to happy to hear about it." He didn't really want America to know about it either. He was afraid of what America would think of him after that. America didn't seem to mind that much, but that didn't mean Canada didn't regret telling him. Who knows what America could be thinking about him right now?
Food? Of course America would ask about food. Canada replied "Well, we're having fish, and uh, salad I think? Sorry, I can't really remember." He felt bad that he couldn't remember, but it couldn't be helped.
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 14:22:34 GMT -5
America raised his eyebrows, adjusting the glasses on his face. Canada sure was acting strangely today. "What makes you think I wouldn't be happy that my little brother was in love?" he asked, a bit confused. He hoped something didn't happen or...actually, he had no idea. "You don't have to be scared of telling me anything." Maybe that was it. Maybe Canada was just nervous and unsure or something.
When hearing about the food, America groaned, leaning his head back. "Mattie," he whined. "Salad? Really? What sort of weddings have salads? You should have gotten hamburgers and hot dogs and had a cookout or something, but...salads? Really?" With a well-aimed pout Canada's way, he added, "The cake had better be good, that's all I'm saying."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 22, 2012 14:48:30 GMT -5
"I know, I should have told you." It wasn't that he didn't trust his brother, in fact he trusted America very much. Even if his brother wasn't the best at keeping secrets. To justify his reasoning a little more, Canada continued "I'm sure you wouldn't have told me if you were in the same position." He didn't really know if this was true, America didn't love anyone at the moment. Wouldn't he at least understand why Canada had been scared to tell anyone?
"I'm sorry, I haven't been to many weddings, but I'm sure the cake will taste good." At least he hoped it did. He really had no idea. Maybe he should have helped more, then he would at least know what was going on.
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 15:08:28 GMT -5
"Dude, I would have totally tol-" He stopped, thinking that sentence over. Maybe he should stop speaking without realizing what he was saying. He was...well, he did love someone. He wasn't sure if they were telling anyone yet, but...did it really matter whether or not Canada knew? Did it matter if anyone knew? But he was pestering Canada for details about his love life. Maybe he should back off, since he had his own secrets. 'Cept he's not asking about me, so that makes it okay for me to keep things to myself! If he asked, America would tell, simple as that. "Yeah, I tell you stuff! And you tell me stuff! It's, like, a brothers-thing or something."
"And quit apologizing!" America grinned. "You sound like a broken record. I'm sure the cake will be awesome. Wedding cake always is." He sighed happily. "What type did you guys pick out? Chocolate or vanilla or...there's strawberry cakes, right? Fruit cake? Carrot cake?" Too many different versions of cake were out there.
Not that America was complaining.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 22, 2012 15:56:29 GMT -5
Canada raised one of his eyebrows and looked at America with a puzzled expression. He had hesitated, even is it was only for a moment. He was about to ask him about it, but then decided against it. If America didn't want to tell him, then he didn't have to. It wasn't like he was interested in what America did in his free time anyway....or who. Oh god, images, very bad images. He shook his head, he was not going to think about that right now.
"The cake? Well, I believe it's chocolate and vanilla, we didn't know which type the other countries would like better." Who had fruit cake at a wedding? Didn't you only make fruit cake at christmas time?
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