Sucked Into the World of Hetalia with My Friends

Wedding Day

Kryztel's POV

"Oh don't you just look stunning poppet!" Oliver cooed as Flavio finished curling locks of my hair and pulling it up in a mid-height ponytail. It wasn't really that curly, more like semi-curl or perm whatever it's called. I felt like scratching my face because of the air brush to place on the base or foundation, whatever I don't know what it's called even though I've experienced make up for occasions a hundred times before.

"Come on now! We have to get that dress of yours on!" Oliver dragged me where two ladies were standing near the mannequin of my wedding dress. As soon as Oliver left me with them. The two ladies closed the curtains, and took off my robe as they began to help me with my dress.

"Is that a tattoo?" I flinched as one of them asked. This is why I don't really wear backless. When I finally arrived in California, I took advantage over my freedom. Since my mom didn't allow me to get a tattoo, I got one myself. Kayla and Hazel knows about this, but swore to secrecy. The tattoo was drawn from my lower neck to my lower back. It was a vine with different kinds of flowers. Orchids, tulips, carnations, daisies, etc.

"Hm." I said softly as I rubbed my arms. They helped me put on my dress. I looked out at the window as I turned around for the ladies to fix my straps. The curtains were made out of lace that had a bit of a pink blush. People were outside walking on the streets normally, but I can spot out the 2ps who had been surveying the area since I've arrived. I wished that they'd just let me wear glasses, but contact lenses were placed on my nightstand instead of my glasses. In other words they switched my glasses with contacts. But just to show a bit of rebellion, instead of the heels Oliver found for me. I bought myself a pair of white Chucks. The ladies looked at me weirdly as I placed my finger over my lip. I decided that even though I wasn't really getting my dream wedding. I should at least make some changes and do the things I wanted to do on my wedding. The Chucks thing was from my uncle's wedding where almost everyone in his side of the family and the bride wore Chucks for the wedding. I fixed the skirt to cover the shoes. I stood up and exited the dressing room. I saw Mathieu right at the door looking at me sadly.

I rose an eyebrow at him.

"C'mon, the car's ready." He said. I walked out of the room following him. He was wearing his usual attire, just that he had a bow tie. As we entered the car the ladies accompanied me at the back fixing a tiara that held my veil. I looked at my bouquet which was in the front seat. White cattleyas wrapped around a pinkish ribbon.

"Miss?" I looked at one of the ladies. She looked like an older version of the other woman beside me. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied.

"You look like you're about to cry." She looked at me worriedly.

"I'm just excited that's all." I flashed up a fake smile to assure her.

"Mom, leave her be." The other woman beside me said enthusiastically. "It's her big day."

The whole car ride to the churched remained silent except for the chattering and nagging of the mother and daughter. Mathieu gave me looks of sympathy through the rear mirror. Even though he can be a jerk, I forgive him.

Now I just feel... Scared. My thoughts returned to my questions. What will happen if I pull my curl again? What will happen to my friends if I got married to Andres? What will happen to the world after everything? Even though I want these questions answered, I don't want to see the results.

"We're here." My heart stopped.

'This is it Kryztel.' I sighed as the ladies got out of the car with the daughter helping me out. She got my bouquet and gave it to me. I looked at the entrance of the church. Carnations were decorated over the place. The national flower of Spain made me feel homesick. Not like the place, but homesick like how I miss the the times we've done. If he's there then I'm at home. If my friends are there then at I'm home, but today I'm not.