AN: A few days ago when my history class was doing Jeopardy to review for our chapter test, one of the questions was: "What is a large underwater reserve" and "What's the name of the one that supplies the Midwest with most of its water?" One of my classmates said that the aquifer was Canada. XD The teacher commended him on a nice try. By the way, the answer is Ogallala if anybody is curious.

"Speak now or forever hold you peace."

And right at that moment, Lovino was about to jump to his feet and say some very choice words about the wedding that was going on at the moment. But out of the corner of his narrowed eyes, he could see Elizabeta staring –not glaring—at him with a fiery intensity in her eyes. My God, that just made it all the more freakier and kept his lip stitched shut.

How the hell Roderich deals with that woman was well beyond his understanding.

"You may now kiss the… groom."

He bitterly watched his younger brother clash his mouth against the taller man's and he was very positive that teeth clinked against each other. Arms folded across his chest and he was glowering angrily at the scene in front of him, but deny-he-could-not that warm feeling that spread from his chest to the tip of his toes.

God dammit, he might actually approve of this marriage.

Then his mind flash forwarded to him bursting into that potato bastard's house, Antonio in tow, demanding to see his Feliciano and get some pasta for dinner. And oh, boy can he see that happening a lot. He was talking at least three times a week.

A smirk formed on his face as he watched his brother (clad in a black tuxedo) drag Ludwig (dressed in a white tux) back down the isle. Yeah, this 'alliance' was definitely going to be fun…

"That ring is like… soooo… ew."

"Really?" Matthew chirped, staring at the ring adorning his fourth finger. He tipped his head to the side, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to see why Feliks disapproved of it so much. There wasn't anything wrong with it… unless Gilbert did something to it beforehand and Feliks caught him in the act. Oh. God. Ew. Please no. Seriously.

"Did… Gilbert… do something weird to the ring?"

"What? Like, what are you talking about? He just like… he just needs to add more pink to it. Give it something like… pazazz." Feliks explained, waving his fingers around in 'spirit fingers.'

Matthew would have laughed, but the oh-so serious look on his friend's face warned him that it might not be wise.

"So… like, when's the big day?" Feliks commented, flopping down onto the bed. He rolled over and over on the bed; it kind of reminded Matthew of a bulldozer. "Not that it matters too much. You guys are like, practically married already. Can't tell the difference."

Matthew continued staring up at the pristine white ceiling. "Yeah, he kind of just… wormed his way into my house and took on the role of m spouse..." He shook his head sending that one curly strand flouncing about. "I'm not too sure why I didn't ask him to move in sooner."

"Because you have serious self-esteem problems?"

"Probably."

"So, like, when's the big day? I gotta get everything ready for it."

"We… haven't talked about it too much really." The Canadian confessed, pushing himself up. His eyes rested on the picture he had propped up by the bed and he picked it up. His eyes met with the red ones staring right back at him, a small smile began forming on his face. "It's not too important, our feelings aren't going anywhere anyways."

"P-Peter please, can you put the camera down?"

"Aw, but Raivis, you look so pretty in the dress!" Peter protested, but nevertheless he set the camera down and bounded up to the Latvian. He stood watching for a few moments as Raivis struggled to get the back zipper zipped all the way up. Smile on his face, he took control of the situation.

"There." The man said, patting his buddy on the back. "Dress secured."

Small flush on his face, Raivis peered shyly at his reflection in the tall mirror and was thoroughly surprised by what he saw. That did not look like him. It looked like a girl. But it was him… does that mean he looks like a girl? He rubbed at his bare arms as Peter draped an arm over his shoulder.

"I still don't g-get why I have to play the female…"

"That's so simple Raivis! It's bec—"

"Attention everybody! The play's about to start! Put on the finishing touches to your costumes please!"

"P-Peter, do I look fine? None of my hair is showing out from under my wig, right?" The shorter male fretted, patting at his wig until Peter knocked his hands away.

"It will if you keep fussing with it! Here don't for—"

"The show is about to start in one minute, places everybody!"

He shoved the necklace into the dress-clad man's open palm before leaning forward and pecking him on the nose. Peter tipped his cap downwards before flashing Raivis a wink. "Good luck Raivis! Knock them dead!" And as he turned and sped off into the crowd, he looked back once and hollered (as loud as he could), "I LOVE YOU RAIVIS." One wave and he disappeared into the thong.

"… I love you too, Peter…"

"Show's about to start! Get ready! In three… two… one!"

Yong Soo snooped around the place, brown eyes scanning the place for his former classmates. Nothing could escape the scrutiny of his gaze, not even that flash of brightly colored red cloth. Wait… "Yao! Yao! I found them! I see Hong!" He chimed, jumping up and down in place as Yao struggled to get to him through the throng of people.

At the mention of his name, Hong looked up from where he sat with Vi and Thailand, nestled in quite comfortably between the two. He prodded Vietnam with his elbow as he jerked his head in the Korean's direction. "I see them."

Though, if he wasn't able to see them Thailand would have been very worried. And possibly think Hong blind, because there was no way you can miss them. He could see Yong Soo jumping up and down (it kind of reminded him of a rabid fangirl) with a finger pointing at them, and a very short (but oddly dressed) Chinaman heading their way. Seriously, how could you not miss them?

Vietnam stood up hastily, displacing Hong who stumbled off the short bench that all three were previous sharing. Tugging her shirt down, she skittered off to go greet the two.

"You guys are very late! Tibet, Kiku, and Mongolia left to get us some seats already!" She scolded as she neared Yao who stumbled out between two very beefy looking men. She fixed Im Yong with a stern glance (to which he responded to with a very bright smile) and sighed, her long ponytail swaying with her small headshake. "You guys brought the laptop, right? Mei is going to be on!"

"Yes, I have the laptop, aru." He responded, patting the bag hanging by his hip for good measure. "You would think that she would call us every now and then after moving to Taiwan, wouldn't you aru?" Yao grimaced as he felt the Korean throw his arms around his shoulders.

"It doesn't matter though! The family is all going to be there, da-ze~"

At the mentioning of family, Yao realized that… Yong Soo was right. They were his family: Vietnam, Tibet, Kiku, Mongolia, Thailand, Hong, and Taiwan to name a few. But Im Yong Soo… that man was his wife. No doubt.

Life is beautiful.

No doubt about that.