A/N: I would dedicate this to Na-chan for giving me this idea—and many others… oh yes, many others—but since there will be lemon, she will not be willing to review and bother to read it. I will let you guys know now that I have her reading lemons. Yes, lemons. You heard it. The woman who got me into this series and does not like yaoi—but does not diss it—reads yaoi on my phone, which has crappy internet. She reads it every time we go to the library after school—which is just about everyday—and reads multiple. She may kill me after reading this because I will probably admit that I wrote this in my note. But she'll only find out because she'll be reading this story because it was her idea. More like, I had been talking about how I wondered if gay marriages were accepted somewhere in the states while we were watching a movie in homeroom. She then said something about Las Vegas and I just grinned. Idea time. She got the notation right away and asked me if I wanted to make a fic where Gil and Oz get married in Las Vegas. God, Na-chan, you just love making me fangirl in a classroom while it's quiet and dark. I always get you back, of course. Sorry for the long author's note, guys. I had to rant because I just got another virus on our computer while watching Hetalia. I think I'm only aloud on Wikipedia, YouTube, and Facebook… I'm telling you, I can definitely still get a virus from those websites.

By the way, I don't like writing Alice unless it's for Na-chan. So, there might be little or no Alice in this fic. Sorry guys. I'm not so big on writing her in these kind of fics. Since this is AU, Alice is not a chain, but a human. The pace that Oz's clock is going in the manga, he would've probably been dead by now if they had not been able to break the contract without killing Alice. I have also never posted an AU fic, so I want this to go well.

To get facts straight for this story:

Oz – 17 (almost 18)

Gil – 27 (let's just say that Gil's birthday was not too long ago)

Title: Dawn

Rating: T (rating will go up)

Warning: yaoi, shota, gay marriage, crossdressing

Warnings in the future (this is what could happen because this is a multiple chapter fic—more may be added later on): lemon(promised), bondage(no promises but possible), crossdressing(most definitely—already had it planned) shota, gay marriage

Pairing: Gil x Oz

Summary: Can you hear it? No, there aren't wedding bells. But, our favorite canon pairing have finally booked an airplane ride to Las Vegas to get married in a small little chapel! Yaoi Crossdressing!Oz GilxOz AU Rating will go up

How had he gotten himself into this situation? If only he could recall that day…

"Ne, ne, Gil~!" that honey-sweet voice called out, an affectionate tackle following. The blonde laughed, as the dark-haired servant did as well. "I have a question! It's really important!"

Gil situated Oz so the younger of the two was in his lap on the bed and then asked, "What is it?"

"Will you marry me?"

The older of the two froze in shock and then his cheeks flushed a dark red. "Wh-Wh-Wh-What?" Gil exclaimed, about to push Oz away, but the blonde refused to be removed. "M-M-Marry? But Oz, we couldn't!"

"And why not?" Oz huffed, puffing his cheeks childishly. "I'm being serious Gil."

"I-I am too!" Gil replied, his face a dark shade of red. "T-Two males c-can't get m-m-married! A-And you're o-only seventeen! It would be impossible to get away with something like that!"

The young noble wrapped his arms around Gil's neck, bringing his face closer to his partner's red one. "Are you saying that you would be okay with getting married if I was not a boy? And besides, Gil, I'm technically an adult. My birthday is soon!" Oz declared, smiling.

That smile had always made Gil stumble over his thoughts and words. "O-Oz… Wh-What I'm trying to say is…" The servant swallowed nervous when Oz's face came a little closer. "I-I understand that you l-l-like me, but…"

"But what, Gil?" Oz touched his nose to Gil's, something he enjoyed doing to his boyfriend. "We can get married in a few months when I turn eighteen, simple as that," Oz concluded.

"N-No! That's n-not what I meant!" Gil exclaimed, flustered, but didn't pull away. "What I'm trying to say is that we can't get married anywhere, even if we wanted to!"

"Nowhere in England, Gil. If we went to America, we could get married."

Gil's expression wavered from flustered to curious to concerned. How does he know this? Gil wondered. Did Oz do research or something? "A-America? But that's far…"

"It's called taking an airplane, silly." Oz kissed Gil lightly on the mouth, giggling at his servant's dumbfounded expression. "You're tired, aren't you? You're really confused!"

He was tired and anybody could see that. He hadn't slept for days, which was Oz's fault. "A-America…" Gil murmured, looking down at Oz. His golden eyes flickered to the bed sheets and back to Oz. "I… I'd have to think about it…" He sighed, the idea of getting married to his almost three-year lover giving him butterflies in his stomach.

"That's great!" Oz cheered, kissing Gil's lips again. "I'll go tell Sharon-chan!" The blonde hopped off of his servant's lap, but his arm was grabbed. Oz looked over his should at Gil, confused at his servant's actions. "Gil?"

"D-Don't…" Gil breathed, barely audible. "N-Not yet…"

"Why?" Oz got Gil to release his forearm and walked the two steps to stand at the edge of the bed to look up at his servant. "Is there something wrong, Gil?" he asked, concerned.

"N-No, it's just that…" Gil's breath became shaky and Oz almost started panicking that his servant was going to cry. "I just don't think you should say anything…"

"Why not?" Oz took Gil's hand in his, kissing his palm lightly.

"Be-Because this is our secret… W-We could just be going off on a… trip or something…" Gil looked up, his cheeks dusted pink. "O-Okay?"

And to think Gil was about to cry over such a trival matter. "Okay, Gil." Oz smiled, patting his servant's pale hand and walking off to go get tickets for them both.

Yes… that day… That day, just a few months ago, could've gotten better, but it wasn't horrible. It had gotten them both here in the airport, waiting with luggage. There was only one problem with this whole scene.

Oz was in a dress.

The older of the two tried not to make eye contact with the blonde, his mind taking on fantasies that were inappropriate. Thank God no one could read minds, or else it would be the end of the world if they knew what he was fantasizing about. The thing was, it was all Sharon's idea for the dresses and outfits she had chosen for Oz. None of them knew what else was in Oz's suitcase besides toiletries and clothes. Neither of them knew what Sharon had put in his bag. They didn't know because they were too scared to find out.

"We could look later," Oz had said, trying to hide the pink on his cheeks from Gil, whose face was a lot more redder then Oz's. "It couldn't be that bad."

"Ne, Gil." The black-haired adult was nudged in the arm by an elbow and he reluctantly looked at his lover, who wore a knee-length summer dress. "What's wrong? You look stiff and your face is all red."

Like I didn't know that. Gil shifted his golden eyes away from the emerald ones that belonged to his lover and looked at his hands, which were folded in his lap. "Ju-Just… nervous," he muttered, half-lieing.

Oz smiled, his green eyes soft. "Yeah… me too."

Gil's heart fluttered at the gentle smile on the blonde's lips. He lowered his head, hair shadowing his eyes. Smiling to himself, Gil whispered, "Yeah…"

"Ne, Gil…" Oz started after a moment of silence between the two in the busy airport, his usually cheerful tone mixed with nervousness.

"Hmm?" Gil looked up and almost panicked at the soft, lost look in Oz's expression. "Oz…?"

"There's no one else that I would rather be with…" Oz wrapped his arms around Gil's, nuzzling his cheek into Gil's forearm. "So, thank you…"

The nuzzling stopped after a moment and Oz had fallen asleep, clinging to his servant. Gil chuckled, ruffling Oz's messy blonde hair with his free hand. Gil had always enjoyed the peaceful look on the blonde's face whenever he was asleep. It usually put him to sleep as well. Speaking of which, Gil yawned and smiled to himself. Yeah…

A/N: I wish to make this longer. I have a project to work on and it is Thanksgiving as I write this… (It will not be Thanksgiving when this gets posted, I already know this) So, I just wanna say Happy Thanksgiving, even though this will be late. Next chapter should be up shortly, maybe the same day, I don't know. This is super short without the author's note, my apologies. I have a hard time without my inspiration—which is Na-chan, but she got her phone taken away, which sucks because we probably can't hang out over our four day weekend—and so I dislike writing long stories. Ugh, okay, until next time~! Reviews and critisism are accepted greatly.

There might be some OOC… I'm sick, what can I tell you? But, I'm always sick cause my immune system is really weak, so that's an old excuse.

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