Dream ✿ 004 ✿ Anniversary [06/08/09]
Hungary had never expected a proper wedding ceremony at least not with the way that the whole engagement had happened anyway. Instead of someone getting down on one knee and confessing their undying love for you with a ring, Hungary and Austria's engagement had happened with signing of papers and a shaking of hands. Not exactly the most romantic way to get married. And yet, Hungary still found herself completely shocked to find herself standing in the most beautiful wedding gown she'd ever seen while many servants swirled around her, getting her ready for her big day.
It had all started out a few weeks after the whole signing of papers had happened. Hungary was bustling through the house cleaning whatever she could get her hands on, still not used to living under the same roof as Austria's soon to be wife when Austria interrupted her with a clearing of his throat. "Miss Hungary, if you would accompany me to the ballroom." It turned out that without her knowing, Austria had planned a whole wedding ceremony for the two of them. The thought of it still made Hungary tear up a bit, after all, he hadn’t needed to. He had taken it upon himself to teach her how to waltz properly, had let her go shopping for a wedding gown, and he'd asked her opinion on what sort of wedding cake she would want. All of this, with the exception of the wedding dress, did Hungary say that she thought Austria would have better judgement than she would. Yes, she had dreamt about her own wedding day, but Hungary honestly had full confidence in what Austria may choose. Besides, she didn't think that she would make the best choices when it came to flower arrangements or music choice. Yes; it was best to leave all that up to Austria.
"Miss Elizaveta, it's time." Hungary blinked out of her thoughts and nodded as a servant passed her a large bouquet of tulips, erysimum and forget-me-nots before rushing her off to a large set of double doors where Hungary could hear a piano playing softly over the low hum of all the wedding guests. Hungary took a few deep breaths, her heart suddenly beating unusually loud as somebody lowered the veil over her face and the doors were opened, a hush falling over the crowd and the piano music growing louder. At that point, all that was running through Hungary's mind was concentrating on not to trip on the dress' extremely long train, not at the huge, beautiful cathedral that the wedding ceremony was taking place in, not all the nations that had showed up to celebrate. She just wanted to make it up to where Austria was standing without falling flat on her face. It seemed thought that Hungary had thought too soon her feet tangled slightly, still not used to walking in high heels and she pitched forward. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd but Hungary never hit the ground, because Austria had managed to grab her before she did. She smiled at him through the veil, thankful that at least it managed to cover her blush as he smiled back at her and helping her to her feet.
Suddenly worrying about tripping over her train had seemed like a stupid idea when she was standing right next to Austria. Hungary had to admit that while she had always liked the nation, she had never imagined that she would end up marrying him, or that he would even consider returning her feelings. The feeling was surreal and it seemed like an automatic response when they said their, "I do's" and it was only when the veil was lifted from her face that she snapped out of her trance. Austria was smiling at her softly in that way that made her heart beat faster and Hungary could already feel the blush rising again. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, even though it sounded muffled. All she could see was Austria leaning down towards her and Hungary moved to meet him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their wedding guests stood, cheering and clapping.
Later when the party had been moved to Austria's large garden, the night had settled in and the garden had been decorated with lights and candles on each of the tables. The music stopped to only briefly announce that it was time for the couple’s first dance together and Hungary led a reluctant Austria to the make-shift dance floor. A soft violin and piano duet started up as Hungary laid her head on his chest, swaying to the music. "Roderich..." Hungary started as he looked down at her.
"Yes, Miss Hungary?"
"Thank you for doing all this." She looked up and smiled at him, "You really didn't have to you know;I know how much trouble it was for you to put everything together and then have to teach me how to waltz." Her husband shook his head and smiled back at her.
"It is fine, Miss Hungary. It didn't trouble me at all; after all, it was for you." Hungary blushed and was about to say more when the slow tempo increased to the familiar three-four beat that was associated with the waltz. Austria smiled gently at her before changing his hold on her into the waltz hold. "Shall we?" Hungary's cheeks were still flushed, but she quickly followed suit, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and nodding. He began to lead her once he had caught the tempo and Hungary followed along, trying her best to remember what he had taught her in their lessons. After a few concentrated moments without stepping on Austria's feet, Hungary looked up and beamed at her husband, her gaze full of the utmost love for him. Just looking at the smile made him smile back at her.
[Hungary wakes up and smiles at the dream before grinning into the Dreamberry]
Happy Anniversary, Roderich!
It had all started out a few weeks after the whole signing of papers had happened. Hungary was bustling through the house cleaning whatever she could get her hands on, still not used to living under the same roof as Austria's soon to be wife when Austria interrupted her with a clearing of his throat. "Miss Hungary, if you would accompany me to the ballroom." It turned out that without her knowing, Austria had planned a whole wedding ceremony for the two of them. The thought of it still made Hungary tear up a bit, after all, he hadn’t needed to. He had taken it upon himself to teach her how to waltz properly, had let her go shopping for a wedding gown, and he'd asked her opinion on what sort of wedding cake she would want. All of this, with the exception of the wedding dress, did Hungary say that she thought Austria would have better judgement than she would. Yes, she had dreamt about her own wedding day, but Hungary honestly had full confidence in what Austria may choose. Besides, she didn't think that she would make the best choices when it came to flower arrangements or music choice. Yes; it was best to leave all that up to Austria.
"Miss Elizaveta, it's time." Hungary blinked out of her thoughts and nodded as a servant passed her a large bouquet of tulips, erysimum and forget-me-nots before rushing her off to a large set of double doors where Hungary could hear a piano playing softly over the low hum of all the wedding guests. Hungary took a few deep breaths, her heart suddenly beating unusually loud as somebody lowered the veil over her face and the doors were opened, a hush falling over the crowd and the piano music growing louder. At that point, all that was running through Hungary's mind was concentrating on not to trip on the dress' extremely long train, not at the huge, beautiful cathedral that the wedding ceremony was taking place in, not all the nations that had showed up to celebrate. She just wanted to make it up to where Austria was standing without falling flat on her face. It seemed thought that Hungary had thought too soon her feet tangled slightly, still not used to walking in high heels and she pitched forward. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd but Hungary never hit the ground, because Austria had managed to grab her before she did. She smiled at him through the veil, thankful that at least it managed to cover her blush as he smiled back at her and helping her to her feet.
Suddenly worrying about tripping over her train had seemed like a stupid idea when she was standing right next to Austria. Hungary had to admit that while she had always liked the nation, she had never imagined that she would end up marrying him, or that he would even consider returning her feelings. The feeling was surreal and it seemed like an automatic response when they said their, "I do's" and it was only when the veil was lifted from her face that she snapped out of her trance. Austria was smiling at her softly in that way that made her heart beat faster and Hungary could already feel the blush rising again. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, even though it sounded muffled. All she could see was Austria leaning down towards her and Hungary moved to meet him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their wedding guests stood, cheering and clapping.
Later when the party had been moved to Austria's large garden, the night had settled in and the garden had been decorated with lights and candles on each of the tables. The music stopped to only briefly announce that it was time for the couple’s first dance together and Hungary led a reluctant Austria to the make-shift dance floor. A soft violin and piano duet started up as Hungary laid her head on his chest, swaying to the music. "Roderich..." Hungary started as he looked down at her.
"Yes, Miss Hungary?"
"Thank you for doing all this." She looked up and smiled at him, "You really didn't have to you know;I know how much trouble it was for you to put everything together and then have to teach me how to waltz." Her husband shook his head and smiled back at her.
"It is fine, Miss Hungary. It didn't trouble me at all; after all, it was for you." Hungary blushed and was about to say more when the slow tempo increased to the familiar three-four beat that was associated with the waltz. Austria smiled gently at her before changing his hold on her into the waltz hold. "Shall we?" Hungary's cheeks were still flushed, but she quickly followed suit, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and nodding. He began to lead her once he had caught the tempo and Hungary followed along, trying her best to remember what he had taught her in their lessons. After a few concentrated moments without stepping on Austria's feet, Hungary looked up and beamed at her husband, her gaze full of the utmost love for him. Just looking at the smile made him smile back at her.
[Hungary wakes up and smiles at the dream before grinning into the Dreamberry]
Happy Anniversary, Roderich!