Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Sixteen: SuFin

Finland was really teared up. He never suspected this. Scratch that, he did. But not so soon! She was his only child, and girl. Sweden was the same way, thinking wise! He was crying on the inside as he gave his daughter away.

"Treat her well, Maliki." The two men locked eyes, blue to honey gold.

"I will, sir." Maliki looked to Anna's sweet blues, leading her under the arch of flowers. Berwald backed up a step, smiling softly. For such a rare occasion, he would shed such a rare light. Tino clung to his husband as he came to sit on the bride's side, wiping his eyes and smiling a water smile.

"We are gathered her today in honor of binding these two in love and holy matrimony." The priest went on, and on,... and on. After the smaller kids finally got bored, the man gestured for the ring bearer to step forward. It was Oliver, the dog trotting forward with a basket that held a pillow with the two rings. Artemis, the maid of honor surprisingly, whistled for the dog to sit at her feet. The other bridesmaids were Izumi, Rosalina, Li Mei, and Li Xiao. The groomsmen were Mitchell, Frankie (it would be awesome to him), Kiku and Roy. His best man was Shiro, who he had been the first to meet of all the others.

"Do you, Anna Oxenstierna-Väinämöinen, take Maliki Wang-Bradinski as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, as long as you both shall live?" Everyone looked at her, the only sound was of the doves cooing over head.

"I do." Tino started having a small fanboy attack, smiling like an idiot. Anna shifted, her skirt of lace and white satin swaying lightly. The blue and yellow undercoat peeked at her heels, which were blue. Something borrowed: Oliver, Something old: The flower pin that held her blonde curls back in a beautiful cascade of hair, Something new: the dress which she wore, and Something blue: her shoes.

The preacher nodded, smiling softly and holding his Bible close. "And do you, Maliki Wang-Bradinski take Anna Oxenstierna-Väinämöinen as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, in good times and bad, as long as you both shall live?" All eyes on Maliki is his tailored black suit and red button down.

"Well, of course I do. We wouldn't all be here today if I didn't." The crowd of countries chuckle, looking a bit at each other with content. Weddings did bring all walks of life together after all.

"Repeat after me." Maliki nods, slipping the ring of silver and gold onto his bride's finger.

"With this ring…" they droned on, Maliki barely able to contain his excitement and smile.

"You may kiss the -." Anna didn't wait for him to finish, merely pulled Maliki by the collar of his shirt down to press their lips together. The whole crowd applauded as they looked into each other's eyes. They couldn't be anymore happy than they were now.

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Maliki walked over to his newlywed wife, finding her with her parents. Sweden looked fairly happy while Finny was over the moon and he was asking a plethora of questions. It was bit amusing to see Anna try to answer questions she didn't know.

"Now, now. If I told her what I had in mind, everyone would know. It takes the fun out of a surprise." Tino pouted, pulling these trademarked huge puppy eyes. Anna had them too, and Berwald seemed to be the odd man out right now.

"Please!!!! I really want to know!" Shiro saved them by clicking his metal chopsticks against his glass. Maliki had decided Anna needed to eat more Chinese food so he chose all the food. Least to say, Feliciano and Yao had a lot of fun talking and experimenting.

"Now, I know I'm supposed to tell weird stories about everyone but I decided to spare you." The Swedish Finland girl took a sigh of relief, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. "Because I don't think anyone wants to hear about how drunk Maliki got the last time we were in Tel-Aviv and ended up in an Israeli defense prison -." Maliki reached up and turned off the mic, banging his head on the table top as everyone laughed. "I'll get on with it." He smiled, looking at the very odd couple.

"Just from looking at these two, I would have never suspect that Maliki had been willing to stay up all night to learn Swedish or that Anna would actually talk more to understand this nut job." Shiro pats him on the back, Tino and Berwald sharing glances at Ivan and Yao. "But, they did that and much more and here we all are listening to me ramble on. Let's eat!" Everyone claps and begins to chatter about what the man had said.

"Did you really need to bring up Tel-Aviv?" Maliki tugged his friend closer by his collar. "Really? Especially with Ari in the room?!" His brows rose and Shiro smiled sheepishly with a soft sorry that got him off for now.

"I think you should tell me the rest of that story later." Anna said between attempts to pick up a piece of chicken with the chopsticks.

"You're doing it wrong." He took his wife's hand, shifting the sticks so they were right for picking stuff up. "Try that." Ann was blushed red, and she noticed her parents looking directly at them. That made her cheeks feel sunburnt.

"Takk..." she shoved a piece of chicken in her mouth, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Prego~." He winks, hinting at something. He caught Feliciano's eye, nodding lightly. The bubbly Italian rushed over with an envelope and a card.

"I'm so glad you took our offer! It will be fantastico! Grazie e ciao!" He scurried away, having nearly given Anna a heart attack and a half.

Maliki held up the envelope with a smirk on his lips. "I already told your parents. They are okay with this." He held it out, which Anna carefully took with her two fingers.

Bon voyage! Was written on the front, swirling French cursive.

"You did not... I thought we were going to Israel." She looked at him with big blue eyes, noticing a certain French frog and pasta lover skipping over.

"After last time, Ari didn't want me anywhere near his borders." He gestured for her to open it, which she did.

Inside were two tickets on a first class flight to Venice, along with an Italian dictionary. A smiley face stick smirked up at her.

"Did you like it?" Francis asked, leaning his elbow upon the table.

"You deserve it." Sweden set a hand on his daughter's shoulder, Tino hugging her tightly.

"And if you want, you can stay in this wonderful cottage mi fratello has no use for yet built." Feliciano was over the moon, practically bouncing out of his leather shoes.

"I am going to get you back for this." She darts a glare at Maliki before breking into a smile. "When do we leave?"

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Berwald closed his book, looking down at his small wife.

"What do you think they are doing? Seeing the city?" He climbed up into Berwald's lap, sitting sideways. "Unpacking?"

"Maybe something we shouldn't be thinking about." Tino rose a brow before turning a bright shade of red. He shook his head, trying to get that image out of his head.

"Eww! No don't make me think about that, Sve!" Sweden laughs lightly, hugging Tino and kissing his forehead. "You disgust me..."

"Oh, I do now?" He teased, raising a brow. "Is that any way to treat the person you love?"

"Stoooopp." The Finnish man pouts, crossing his arms as the Swed kissed his neck once. "I came here to talk. Now you make me feel guilty." He slides to the floor, walking away. He hides his smirk until he feels Berwald picks him up like a bride. Another child, perhaps?