Mazel Tov! (Israel and Czech Republic's Wedding)

[Israel]

Long, slender and clumsy fingers fumbled around with the white button up shirt whilst the face in the mirror tried focusing on his face. The one staring back was Levi Chertok, also known as the personification of the nation, Israel in the Middle East. Because of his desert like conditions of his nation his skin was a tad darker than most, his eyes dark as night that stared right into his face that showed pure and utter anxiousness. 

Swallowing hard at the hand held mirror in his right hand he shakily reached with a comb and brushed through his short cropped raven hair, watching as it pressed down as he wanted, only to have it return to its slightly messy state once more in a heartbeat. 

"Dammit..." He cursed when he set it down, walking over to the bunk beds where he took a seat on the bottom bunk and hid his face in his hands. Why was he so nervous? Today was the happiest day of his life! And now he was acting so foolishly scared like a shy little boy who was about to read a report in front of the whole class! 

His thoughts quietly thought back on that wonderful day when she had said yes to him...when she had threw her arms around him once placing the ring on her finger and kissed his face happily with so much love in each one. A tiny smile touched him when thinking about the beautiful and stunning, Czech Republic...the most lovely woman he had ever met in his entire life...and now this was officially the best day of his life! The day when he would finally be able to call Julka his wife as they made the vows for matrimonial bliss that was soon to come!

[America]

He was pleased they had saved the wedding until he was actually better. He heard about the proposal and whatnot from Czech, but he had assumed they were going to go ahead without him. It was that assuming which made him angry, because he was supposed to be the best man, and how could he do that if he was still in bed?

Luckily, they waited, and once he was able to walk again, he told them to go ahead.

And, realizing it was a rather special (and stressful) day for Israel, he paid his friend a visit first, popping up on the top floor with a wide grin. "Israel!" he called out. "Man, look, I'm all suited up for today! It's gonna be-" He saw the nation sitting on a bed, obviously filled with nerves. "Hey, you alright there?"

[Israel]

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard America's voice call his name suddenly. Instead he jumped and his head bumped against the wood that was from the bunk above making him give out a curse in his Hebrew language. "Ow..." Immediately, his hand flew up and pressed to his poor, soft head rubbing it carefully to sooth the pain. His eyes looked up to see the person who had arrived was none other than his best friend as well as his best man, America. His lips pulled into an awkward yet welcoming smile. He was glad to see that he was looking as healthy as ever since the incident with America's legs had come to pass...most would have expected him not to be moving that well on his two feet after having had his legs eatten by Zombies. But thanks to the expert needle work from his loving fiancee, and his friend's inability to give up, the pair made the malady seem to vanish into this air.

His eyes looked into his friend's when asked if he was alright and gave a sheepish look.

"Well...no...I'm very distressed, confused and more nervous than ever." As usual he was as blunt as ever. "Its...like that feeling I felt when I first met her...my palms are sweaty, my hearts racing, and my brain can't stop telling me to make sure not to make a fool of yourself...only times a hundred of that..." Looking up he sighed heavily and shook his head. "This is probably one of the most nerve racking moments of my life as well as my very first marriage as a nation."

[America]

He noticed he had scared Israel, and he gave his friend a small smile, honestly not meaning for that to happen. He could scare quite well, but now wasn't the time, not now when Israel was about to partake in what would probably be the most exciting and special day of his entire life. America sat down on the bed next to him, filled with slight concern. Was he having doubts? It wouldn't be the first time he had seen a groom back out because he just wasn't sure.

Fortunately, it was something far grander and much easier to handle than doubt.

"You're nervous, yeah?" America smiled again, nudging the other nation. "Look, there's honestly nothing to be nervous about. Czech is a great girl. I mean, for as long as I've known her, she is. And she's going to make you happy, and you're going to make her happy. It'll be okay, I know it will be." He patted Israel's leg. "And if you make a fool of yourself, I'll be the first one to laugh! I mean, first one to help you fix it up!"

[Israel]

That was an understatment, Czech was not a great girl...she was one of the most wonderful and inspirational women that he ever been blessed to meet. She was intelligent, beautiful, and carried herself in such a dignified manner as a Queen would. But she also had the lighter side to her when you finally broke past the walls...the side that held such a sweet and almost childlike charm that made her out to be quite a beautiful personality. He loved all of her...even her flaws.

His thoughts were disrupted of his lovely bride to be when his leg was patted and looked up to his friend and couldn't help but smile. He was always there for him when it was most important and that meant to him more than anyone could know. Friendship was a rare gift to him and to know that it had lasted so long with arguably one of the finest nations of the world was nothing short of a miracle in his eyes. When America mentioned being the first to laugh should he make a fool of himself, he felt his gaze turn sharp towards such a response, not liking that kind of idea to say the least. But it melted away as soon as it had appeared and his gaze turned soft again while letting out a small laugh.

America could make him laugh no matter what kind of situation he was in or what mood.

"Hey, want to see something interesting?" Reaching under his pillow (yes he knew how corny it was but frankly couldn't give a damn) he pulled out an old photograph. "When placing it in the view of America he smiled down at the young man in it. There was Israel before he was even officially a nation, dressed up in his military uniform based during the time of the end of World War II. His hair was messy, he had his goofy, shy grin on his face while his sunglasses shaded his eyes from the camera. Beside him was his other best friend Turkey and the bride herself, Czech Republic.

She looked different back then due to the conditions she faced, her body slightly anorexic compaired to the more natural thinness she held these days and her red hair had finally started to grow back after it being reduced to roots, the length about to her neck. Her dress was a dead give away to what time this was taken, it was plain white bit the style fit that of times along with white glove to adorn her dainty fingers. She was smiling sweetly next to him with her arm around him like he was a close friend (they got along so quickly that she let down her defenses almost instantly with him)while leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek as a friendly jesture while he blushed up a storm with that goofy smile on his face. while Turkey was nudging him playfully.

"This was taken the day I first met her...she was one of the nicest nations I had ever met...even after the second World War and her country in shambles she swore to help me with becoming a nation, and offered up her lands for my military to train when I got it together." He sighed heavily at the thought of such kindnesses. "She's got a heart that is as big any...and is the sweetest woman alive..."

[Czech Republic]

"Dammit!"

A small box of needles and pins collided with the wall, making the box break off its hinges and scatter the pins all over the floor. The woman who had committed the assault did not care nor did she seem to notice the fact that she just screamed a curse and throw her box against a wall in the heat of frustration and rage. There was a perfectly good reason for this neglect of such an action that she would of reprimanded of anyone else should it have been shamefully committed...today was her wedding day and she was going through the natural premarital jitters.

She thought that after several failing marriages that she would of gotten use to it by now...but instead she found herself in the worst nervous wreck, topping even her very first one centuries ago. And what was the stem to all the frustrations? Why the dress that she was currently wearing was the culprit. It was hand made...a vague shade of pink due to the lack of white material and she made it with pure love and pride. When she had tried it on however she found herself panicked that it didn't fit her. It wasn;t that she had gained a size...she had lost one which in turn made her head start to spin with worry and anxiety.

"Oh no, why did I have to lose weight now?" She demanded of her thighs while touching them and feeling the loose fabric. Swallowing a hard lump that was in her throat, she ran her dainty fingers through her red hair, stroking the locks and taking care of tangles to calm herself. What was she to do in this moment of crisis!

Well she could of sewn it, but the rationality and optimism she was known for had vanished the moment she woke up today and realized that today was to be her wedding.

Feeling so frustrated she dropped to the floor huddling her knees to her chest and started crying from frustration, the pressure of this moment finally getting to her.

[America]

America stared at the picture for a few seconds, a small smile forming on his face. "Seems like you two got along well right from the get-go," he teased, bumping Israel's shoulder. They were a happy couple, and he was pleased that they were finally on this day, this day when they would get to be married forever. He hoped nothing was going to go wrong. So far, other than a few nervous wedding jitters, nothing was, and he was certain his friends would get over that soon enough.

"I remember when we became friends," he continued. "I mean, considering it really wasn't that long ago and all. Maybe a couple of months. A year at most, 'cept I don't even think it's been a year." He shrugged. "Point is, she's helped me through a lot, and vice versa, and I wanna see her with someone who will treat her with as much respect as she deserves." And then he grinned. "I think you got the qualifications for that right there, sir!"

[Israel]

A slightly sheepish smile touched his face as a tiny blush touched his cheeks, making them hot. Yet there was obvious pride in his smile, he was proud to know that he had managed to catch the heart of this oh so beautiful nation. He was happy that this was hopefully going to his first and only marriage that would last for as long as they would live. How long that was? Who knew, in this day and age their last days could very well be tomorrow. Even if that was so he would be satisfied that he'd be able to call her his wife even if it were only a single day.

His head looked up to listen to America speak and smiled warmly as he talked of her and felt so happy to know that America approved. There were many he wanted the approval of this marriage, some sign that this was a good idea, that he was making the right decision. He was still young and rather inexperienced in the romance department and had to confess that he was walking in the dark in this. Though America wasn't on the top of the list of want for approval, he still accepted it happily at this moment and time, needing any affirmation that could be given.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled to try and relax.

"Thank you my friend," He said sincerely. "I know my bosses are very mad at me at the moment." He sighed and shook his head at the thought of what foul curses they hurled at him in the Hebrew language within a letter they had sent in response to his joyous news. They didn't call it joyous, rather a nuisance and foolish among other mild insults compared to the far more colorful words these leaders concocted.

"They actually had intended that I marry the nation of Jordan...for the sake of expanding...But I know Jordan wanted that as much as I did. So for my bosses who disagreed with my marriage...I told them to stick it."

Oh how he only wished he could of seen the look on those men's face at the verbal middle finger to them all finally processed. They would of probably blew several blood vessels...simply perfect. He smirked and shook his head.

"If I ever get home I'm going to be in so much trouble with them...but I'll have Czech to back me up. If anyone can force them into submission, its Czechia."