A Special Place Japan X Reader

      Everything was as it was a year ago. The trees and flowers may have grown up a bit more, but besides that, nothing had changed. Much to your dismay, the familiar setting did nothing to calm your nerves. Trying to clear your mind, you watched the soft pink petals fall from the branches overhead and drift through the air. Still, you couldn't keep your knees from buckling or your hands from sweating. “I think I'm going to faint. Is it too late to call everything off? Maybe we can try again another time.”

“Yeah, I'd say it's a little too late. Besides-a, why would you want to call everything off? You look really pretty, just-a like your dress.” Italy handed you a glass of cool water and gave your back a reassuring pat.

Carefully you took a sip of the water, making sure not to spill a drop. “It's just, there are so many people. I didn't realize we had so many friends.”

“That should make you feel better. All of those-a people came to support you. Now don't be-a scared.” He smiled warmly. “Romano just tells me to picture everyone with big, ugly mustaches when I'm-a nervous.” Soft music began to play, marking the beginning of the event. “You don't have much longer to worry now.” With a few quick adjustments to your dress and veil, Italy handed you a large bouquet of flowers. “Ready?”

Honestly you were still ready to run away. “No, not really.”

Italy giggled as he walked you out of the small white tent you were using as a dressing room and towards the isle. “Mustaches, just-a remember the mustaches. Oh, and-a don't forget to remember Japan. It would be really bad if you forgot about him.”

The music changed, now playing the perfect variation of the perfect song. Italy locked his elbow with yours ans smiled at you again. As the two of you started walking down the isle, you did your best not see all the people standing in your honor. You quietly repeated what Italy said to you. “Mustaches, they all have mustaches.” Finally you were a bit more calm. You looked up and realized you were two steps from the altar, and Japan.

“See, you did just fine.” Now at the altar, Italy placed a kiss on your cheek and took his place next to Japan and the other groomsmen. As Italy left your side an odd wave of fear and joy swept over you. Not wanting to be alone any longer than you had to be, you stepped next to Japan and took his outstretched hand.

“You look beautiful.” Japan blushed worse as he have your hand a little squeeze.

“Righto then, chaps. Let's get you two married off then shall we?” Britain, who was acting as the minister smiled happily and began reading out the vows. Every word he spoke seemed like an eternity. You weren't sure if you wanted this to last forever, or if you wanted it to be over so you could finally be married. “Do you Japan take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love her, to cherish her, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both may live?”

More sure of himself than you'd ever seen him, Japan nodded. “I do.”

Obviously becoming rather excited, Britain turned to you. “And do you take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and obey, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, as long as you both may live?”

Hoping you words wouldn't get stuck in your throat, you nodded. “I do.”

“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Britain shut the book with a resounding thud. “I'd suggest you kiss her now Japan.” Feeling slightly awkward being in front of so many people, Japan intertwined his fingers with yours, leaned in close, and kissed you in a rather gentlemanly fashion. “I'm honored to present, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Honda.” Everyone stood to their feet and began clapping, congratulating you both.

With his face more red than a tomato, Japan began walking back down the isle with you. “I didn't see all of these people before. It's an honor that so many people would come.” He held your hand a little tighter and smiled at you. You could literally fell the love radiating from Japan as he helped you inside the limo and snuggled up close to you. “I am really glad to have you as my wife. I've never been so happy before.” Now feeling a bit more at ease due to the privacy that the back seat provided, Japan had no qualms about kissing you.

You happily accepted his kisses, beaming with excitement. “I'm really glad we aren't in front of everyone anymore. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“I couldn't tell. You look beautiful, not nervous at all.” Japan smile was suddenly replaced with a puzzled, thoughtful look. “Are you going to be able to handle the reception? Everyone will be there, and, they will probably all try to talk to us.”

That thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. You could feel yourself becoming nervous again already. “I don't know. I mean, I do my best, but I may have to hide behind you.”

“No, I have a better idea.” Japan tapped on the darkened glass that separated you from the driver, whispered something to him and sat back down. “I asked the driver to just take us to the airport, we can reschedule the reception for another time. Mr. Britain will probably get drunk anyway, so I'm thinking this is a better idea.”

“You didn't have to do that you know. Some people might really get upset that we skipped out on our reception.” You chuckled. “People are going to think bad things about us.”

“What, but why?” It was obvious Japan had no idea what you were talking about. “You mean they'll think we're inconsiderate?” He looked worried. “Oh, I don't want anyone angry with us, or to think we aren't appreciative.”

“That's not exactly what I meant.” The corners of your mouth turned up into a perverted grin. “Since were skipping out on the party, everyone's going to think that one, or both of us couldn't wait to get to the honeymoon.”

It took Japan a few seconds to realize what you were saying. But when he did, his jaw dropped and his blush returned. “O-oh, hai, I understand.” Japan looked down at his feet and sighed. “Maybe we should go then, I don't want anyone to think what I think you're saying. The teasing would never end. Do you mind?” You shook your head. Japan once again spoke to the driver and had him change directions. “It's good you brought that up, I never would have thought of that.”

“Is that so?” Leaning your head on his shoulder, you smiled up at him. “Well then, I can guarantee you're going to need my help interpreting things that are said tonight. Especially the things France is bound to say.”

Japan tightly wrapped his arms around and kissed your nose. “I don't usually understand Mr. France, so any help you can give me will be appreciated.”