"Come on, really, we have to use that one? There's not another one you like? Look at all the different designs they have here, they're really nice you know. What if we go have some taken? God please just not that picture." Prussia was trying his best to get you to change your mind about what picture to use for your invitations. But you had your mind made up. No photographer could ever take a picture like the one from the roller coaster.
You shook your head. "No, I like this picture the best and we're using it. It represents us better than any other picture we have, now stop your arguing." You handed over the image to the man making your invitations.
A small chuckle escaped his mouth. "I'll be right back ma'am, this should only take a moment." He walked off to the back room, photograph in hand.
Prussia's expression was less than pleased. "Well there he goes, off to insure the world knows how awesome I'm not. I really should hurt you." He glared evilly at you, but his evil was ruined by a sneeze. "Dang it, I hate these allergies."
You laughed. "You wouldn't hurt me, because then you'd be alone and I'd still give those pictures to everyone I know." You gave Prussia a tight hug and kissed him on the lips. "So you'd better be nice to me, or else."
Only a moment later the man walked back out, a smile on his face and handed you your invitations. "Here you are miss, and congratulations to you both." They were perfect, Prussia's face was the main focus.
You tried, but you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. Your eyes began to water and you half doubled over. "Oh my god, it's still funny."
Prussia quickly paid for the invitation's and pulled you out of the store, his face turning every shade of red imaginable. "You know there really might be something wrong with you. Most people choose flowers, or bells, or birds, or a cake for their wedding invitation. But no, not you. You choose a picture of me, about to have a heart attack. That's just not right." He shook his head.
Finally you were able to control your laughter. "Maybe there is something wrong with me, but you don't seem to mind. You had to know I was crazy when you asked me to marry you and I said yes." You gave him an evil grin.
"Hey, that doesn't make you crazy, I'm awesome. You should want to be with me." Prussia leaned you against his car and kissed you roughly on the mouth. "Even if you are crazy, I'm just glad you said yes." He kissed you again and again. The two of you were starting to make quite a scene in a very public parking lot."
"Ahem." Out of seemingly nowhere, Britain stood next to the two of you, twirling his nightstick. "Would you to mind stopping? You're creating a bit of a disturbance out here. I've had several people complain about your behavior."
Prussia looked at Britain with a purely pissed off expression covering his face. "Yes, I would actually. Now why don't you take your baton twirling self somewhere else before I shove it up your backside." He looked back down at you and smiled. "Now, where were we?" He moved slowly back down to you, brushing his lips against yours. "I think remember."