Part 2 of Matthew and France wedding special. I will leave this as it's own chapter for a few days to let people read it and then I'll combine it with the last chapter. Also I'm changing how Matthew met France. I'll do a chapter for it later on.

Also I noticed this: So far I've been writing chapters for my favorite couples in Hetalia. I didn't mean to. It just happened. xD Also thanks to all that fav, follow, and review. I'm glad people love this.

Also thanks to my best friend dust and starlight for editing this. Also, Dust, not being able to say the word sex isn't a Canadian thing. Matthew is just shy. xD

"I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the husband."

Matthew couldn't believe his brother. He knew he did stupid things all the time, but this took the cake. Not only had he barged his way into Matthew's apartment at six in the morning, but he dragged along England who was dressed in a little tuxedo that matched the one Alfred wore. "We're having a wedding!" He said to a very grumpy Matthew, putting an equally grumpy England in his face.

"That's great. I hope you two live happily together." Matthew said. He tried to shut the door, but Alfred stopped it with his foot.

"No, dude! Our cats are getting married! To each other!"

"…I'm sorry. What did you say? I thought I heard you say something stupid."

"I said our cats are getting married!"

"That's what I thought you said." He sighed. "I know I'll regret this, but why are they getting married?"

"Because yesterday they had se-"

"Alfred!" Matthew had almost yelled, his cheeks burning red. "Don't say that word!"

"What? Se-"

"Yes! That one!" His face had heated up even more.

Alfred had laughed in his face. "Dude, you're such a wuss!" Alfred then shoved his way into Matthew's apartment. No matter what Matthew said Alfred refused to leave, so Matthew decided to let him do what he wanted. He had hoped Alfred would leave him alone long enough to where he could catch up on the sleep he was missing, but Alfred insisted that he helped out.

So for the next six hours he had to make them all breakfast, brush France's hair five hundred times, make sure both cats weren't in the same room at the same time (which was hard for the sleepy Canadian when his brother kept running through the house and leaving the doors open enough to where the cats could escape and explore), make sure England stayed in his tux-which ended up with him covered in many scratches and bite marks-and then help Alfred decorate the living room to make it look like a real wedding.

The last one wasn't as hard as one would expect. Since this was a living room and not a church, all they had to do was take a few chairs from the dining room/kitchen and placed them in the living rooms. Since there were only four chairs they placed two on one side and two on another. Alfred ran outside and picked a few flowers. He took the pedals off of them and threw them on the ground (which he swore to clean up once Matthew threatened to shove his hockey stick up his butt). He then took Matthew's bible and stood in front of the room.

Surprisingly the cats sat down in front of Alfred and looked up at him instead of wandering off. Matthew suspected why they did this was because England felt just as tired and foolish as Matthew and wanted it to be over, while France was delighted in the attention, like always.

Ever since he was a kitten France always demanded attention from everyone. Of course at that time it was expected of kittens to do that, but as he grew it became obvious he would be like this for the rest of his life. It was funny when Matthew thought about it: He was always pushed back into the background, unnoticed by many, but he was fine with it. He didn't get bullied as much as his loud mouthed twin. But France craved attention. Their personalities were too different, but they still loved each other. They depended on each other.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard clapping from beside him. He looked over at Kumajiro, who had until that point been sleeping, and saw him sitting up and clapping. He looked at Alfred and noticed he was clapping as well. 'The wedding must be over.' He thought as he joined in the clapping.

"Now for the after wedding!" Alfred suddenly shouted. "Mattie, go back us some pancakes!"

"No."

Matthew waved goodbye as his brother and England (finally) left. "We should do this again-" He slammed the door before his brother could finish. He locked the door and placed his back to it, slowly sliding down until his bottom hit the floor. There was no way he would do something like this again. He was exhausted, hungry, and he was pretty sure he stunk like fish.

After the wedding the cats were hungry. Matthew refused to cook his brother something, but he could never refuse to feed a hungry animal. Since Kumajiro wanted something too, he decided to cook all three of them fish. He had sent Alfred to buy three pieces of fish to get a break from him at least for an hour.

He forced himself up from the floor and went back into the living room, which was now cleaned and looked like it normally did. He fell face first into his couch. He could feel all the muscles in his body relax and his eyelids droop, but before he could fully sleep a soft mew jerked him from his sleep. He slowly lifted his head and saw France sitting in front of the couch, looking up at him with his hairbrush in his mouth. His fur was a mess from when Matthew had pulled his tux off of him.

Matthew groaned and laid his face back onto the couch. "No, France. Not tonight. I'm too tired."

"Meow!" The cat yelled, terrified at the thought of walking around with messy fur.

"No."

"Meow!" The cry grew desperate. He grabbed the sleeve of Matthew's hoodie with his mouth and began to jerk his arm.

"France I said no-"

"Meow!"

"France, shut up! Why don't you think of someone else for once?!" He shouted. He glared down at the cat.

The cat-in his shock-dropped the comb and lowered his ears against his head. He laid down and looked up at Matthew, letting out a fearful meow. He continued to glare down at the cat for a few more seconds before he sighed. He couldn't be mad when France looked so sad and pitiful. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "I'm just tired." He scooted over and patted the extra space he had created. "Come here."

France instantly shot up onto all fours. He bent his upper half down and raised his lower half up, wagging his butt a few times before leaping onto the couch. He patted the spot until it was comfortable and laid down, purring and snuggling up to the Canadian.

Matthew petted the cat with his right hand, smoothing out his fur. "Better?" He asked. France purred in agreement. He turned his head and gave Matthew's left hand a lick. "You're such a puss." He mumbled before closing his eyes. France let out a small yawn and closed his eyes.

Both human and cat dozed off on the couch in their little apartment, their breathing evenly matched, and dreamt of another peaceful day together.