"I don't know what I can't believe more," Arthur pauses, taking a bite of his pizza slice, "the fact that we snuck out of our own wedding for pizza, or the fact that you actually wore that dress."

"Oh c'mon. Of course I wore the dress. Ain't that the dream? Walking down the aisle the perfect white dress."

A slightly greasy hand went down to carefully arrange the meringue ruffles of white chiffon fabric.

"The dream of a bride. I thought the whole point of being gay was that I was marrying a man" he raised an oversized brow looking at his new husband.

"I look damn fine, and you know it," Alfred pouted teasingly. When he initially bought the gown he'd imagined Arthur wearing it. The dainty sleeveless bodice hugging his slim waistline, the off white créme accents and pearls to bring out his paler complexion.

When his own brother and best man told him, ever so politely, that Arthur would never wear it, the solution was obvious. It took some adjustments to make the garment sit right across his muscles, but he knew he looked great.

"Yes, yes. Alright, you look nice - there I said it. We've only been married for an hour so let's not spoil it," Arthur leant across the table and gave him a kiss. After all he had to make things up to Alfred, when he saw him walking down the aisle in that dress he nearly choked himself laughing. If his best man hadn't given him quite a well deserved kick in the shins they may not have been able to continue the ceremony. He was also fairly sure that this was the first time the officator of a marriage had ever asked "are you sure?" following the I do's.


AN: This was inspired by a an image on one of those click-baity Facebook lists. You can find the OP image if you just google "sneaked out our wedding just to grab pizza" (it's a tumble post). Anyway, it just made me think of USUK.