Evil!AmericaxReaderxPrussia - This Day

The Prussian man stood in his uniform from working in the Prussian Military. He was getting married today to a beautiful princess, Princess [full name]. A soft smile graced his face, a smile that hid pure evil. Nobody knew except the real Prussian man and his Russian companion, both in the caverns underneath the city. Then again, they would never escape!

This day is going to be perfect
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small
All those armor loving bores
Say I look great in uniform
What they don't know is that I have fooled them all.

Meanwhile, underground, Ivan and the real Gilbert ran through the caverns of crystal. Gilbert couldn't understand how his perfect day with her turned into shambles due to that imposter! He glanced at himself in the crystalline reflection, seeing he was in his usual except torn and ripped. He stopped, feeling the soft cold of tears falling down his face.

"Why? Why does he want to ruin MY day?!" He cried.

"That's why we're escape. We have to stop him, da?" Ivan grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his reflection, forcing him to run.

This day was going to be perfect
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small
But instead of having cake
With all my friends to celebrate
My wedding bells they may not ring for me at all.

Above the ground, the false Gilbert paced his room. He was laughing, relishing in the fact that his plan was going smoothly. Nobody even suspected, not even Ludwig, the groom's own brother! Not even his bride! Then again, could the real Gilbert choose a dumber bride? She had been with him for who knows how long now? And she had been fooled. Oh how good was he!

I care not a thing about the ring
I won't partake in any cake
Vows, well, I'll be lying when I say
That through any kind of weather
I'll want us to be together
The truth is I don't care for her at all!

He grabbed one of the tophats and tore it apart, laughing gleefully.

No, I do not love the bride
For my heart is dead inside
But I still want her to be all mine!!

Underground, the two ran about the confusing caverns to follow the sparkle of golden sunlight. The hope within Gilbert was strong but begging, begging for a miracle of some kind.

We must escape before it's too late
Find a way to save the day
Hope, I'll be lying if I say
I don't fear that I may lose her
To one who wants to use her
Not care for love and cherish her each day

The two came across a minecart. Gilbert began to lift up the rocks and move them aside, his determination to save his wife-to-be strong. The Russian male lifted Gilbert up and plopped him into the minecart. He moved the rocks and pushed the cart with a strong shove, getting in at the last minute. Sparks flew from behind them, creating enough momentum for them to jump over the gap. They were flown from the minecart as it crashed into the ledge.

For I oh-so love the bride
Oh, In my heart she does reside
Oh dearest princess, I'll be there by your side!

The false Prussian stood at the end of the aisle, next to the priest. He watched as his bride walked towards him, a soft smile gracing her face. However, he was lying by the skin of his teeth. She was going to be a lucky bride alright.

Finally the moment has arrived
For me to take a very lucky bride.

The two clamored up to find the golden sparkle was gone. Gilbert gave a wail of defeat, torn from his throat.

Oh, the wedding we won't make
She'll end up marrying a fake
The Princess will be

Mine. All mine! Ahahahahaha!

Gilbert could hear the laughter of his fake counterpart above him.

"That bastard! HOW DARE HE!?" He thought in rage.

"Look!" He turned, seeing the golden light sparkling above. Gilbert gasped in joy as he tried to get to the light. The Russian threw the weak and beat Gilbert to the light. Gilbert took a moment to recover before he found Ivan right next to him. He decided not to ask how he did it. The two climbed into the sunlight and ran for the chapel. Gilbert could hear the priest, he pushed himself harder to stop the wedding! Ivan got there first, throwing the doors open.

"STOP!" A soft groan echoed in the crowd.

"Haven't you disturbed our wedding plans enough?" Came the snarl of the false Gilbert.

"It's not your wedding, it's mine!" The real Gilbert wheezed, getting support from Ivan. The false raised an eyebrow, remembering that he had forgotten to protect the exit. He figured that they would be too deep underground to escape in time. [name] stood confused, what was going on? Suddenly, a sharp glare from the false Gilbert sent her into hypnosis. She couldn't understand it but she felt...empty. She felt nothing.

"How are there two Gilberts?" Arthur separated himself from the crowd to ask.

"Simple. The one with my wife-to-be is an imposter, Alfred F. Jones!"

"But how? He knows little to no magic."

"Actually, I do." Suddenly, Alfred's voice spoke. Arthur turned, seeing the guise of Gilbert Beilschmidt disappear into dust, revealing Alfred F. Jones. "Watching you practice and doing small feats myself, I trained myself to the point where I could change my disguise by changing the light around me. Ivan, however, saw through my disguise. So, I sent him underground. You didn't notice I had a migraine when I left the wedding hall? Magic does that to you, sadly." He held his head down for a moment before he set his gaze onto Gilbert, his baby blues glittering angrily. "Now I have to get rid of both of you. Magicking you away isn't going to help as you'll come back like the cockroaches you are." He pulled out a gun, loaded. He fired, only to get deflected by a water faucet pipe. Gilbert had grabbed it out at the last second from Russia's overcoat. It reflected back to Alfred, hitting him in the head. Alfred gave a soft moan, falling down dead. Gilbert dropped the pipe and ran to his bride, who had collapsed at his death. Arthur took the dead body aside to take care of later. Ivan moved off to the side as well to assist Arthur in taking care of the dead deceiver.

"Are you okay?" Gilbert asked, taking her chin gently and holding her face up to face him.

"Y-yeah...my head hurts for some reason."

"Umm..." He glanced away for a moment. "It's a long story. I'll tell you after we're married, okay?" She nodded. He helped her up as the priest (Francis Bonnefoy, for some odd reason) returned from his hiding place.

"Do you, Gilbert Beilschmidt, take the Princess [full name] as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Do you, Princess [full name], take Gilbert Beilschmidt as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride!" The two met in a gentle but passionate kiss. Even through the deception of an ally, love would always triumph.