((Mwahahahahaha!!! Iggy is pouting~~~))
"Lawrd Almoighty, Oi'm soh n'rvous...!" Ireland fanned herself off as Portugal helped her with her dress, "But, Chroist, am Oi nawt excoited!" She prayed softly for using the Lord's name in vain before clapping and grinning, Dublin squealing happily because his mother was happy. "T'ank ye, Monika, f'r bein' moi Maid of Honor...Lorena didn' wanna..." "I'm happy being a Bride's Maid, Eire, relax." Potugal smiled.
Prussia made sure he looked good in his tux, knowing Alaska would love seeing him look so snazzy. Scotland didn't really care; his tie was lose and his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, but at least his hair was kempt.