A/N: This is my second Avatar story. This story is ZukoxMai, because they are awesome and fortunately canon. Please read and review, this is a multi-chapter story.

"Are these robes on right?" Zuko stood awkwardly in front of a mirror in his royal bedroom. Standing beside him was his best friend, and today his best man, Aang.

"Of course they are, stop worrying. You look great." Zuko looked at his reflection. He wore the white and red formal robes that noble families wore to their weddings. They were intricately designed, featuring patterns of crimson dragons and flames snaking all across the pure white of his outfit. Zuko sighed heavily.

"These robes don't feel like they fit right." Zuko grabbed the lower part of his robes and stretched it.

"That's how fancy clothes are supposed to feel. Today's your big day with Mai, you're finally getting married. It's time for us to get out there, so let's go." Aang wore the same monk's outfit he'd been wearing since he defeated Firelord Ozai.

Zuko would have much preferred to wear normal clothes as well, but alas, tradition is very important when you're royalty. He took one last look in the mirror. Besides his odd fitting robes, his hair was shining and perfect in the traditional Fire nation bun, held up with the old artifact his uncle Iroh had given him.

On top of his head resided the Firelord's crown, a golden flame inserted into the bun, which Zuko wore pridefully.

The door opened and a servant respectfully entered.

"Firelord Zuko, Avatar Aang," He bowed with his head low, "It's time for you to come to the altar. Err..." When he raised his head, he looked strangely at Zuko.

"What is it?!" Zuko's temper flared up, he was very touchy and nervous right now.

"Um, my lord... your robes are on backwards..."

Zuko's eyes widened and he spun around to look again in the mirror. It looked fine, but Zuko saw how the dragons all faced towards what should be the chest, but was his back right now. Zuko felt like an idiot.

"Tell them I'm not ready yet!" Zuko shouted at the servant and quickly started pulling at his robes to get them off. The servant shied away and closed the door as he left.

"This is your fault Aang, you helped me get this on!" Zuko had thrown the outer robe down on the ground and was now struggling to get the inner robe off, which was tighter.

"How was I supposed to know which way fire nation wedding robes go? I haven't seen them in a hundred years!" Zuko had gotten the robes off, and was standing in his underwear.

"Don't just stand there, help me get these back on, the right way this time!" Aang helped Zuko get on the robes, which was actually pretty complicated. It was especially hard now that they were scrambling to get them on quickly.

"No, the gloves go on last Aang!"

"You're putting the shirt on inside out Zuko!"

The two of them bickered as they rapidly tried to put Zuko's clothes back on. The servant reappeared at the door to see Aang with his arm stuck in the belt of the outer robe, which was caught around Zuko's neck while the rest of the robe hung off his shoulders. Both of the powerful benders looked at him and Zuko stared fiercely.

"I'll tell them you need a few more minutes." Eventually, they got every piece back on, the right way, and without Aang inside them at all.

"I think that's it. Aang, how does my hair look?"

"Umm, pretty much like you just fell off Appa and landed here."

Zuko turned to the mirror, and Aang tried to hide his laugh with his hands. His bun was undone, and his crown was on the floor. His hair was in bunches and tangles.

"Get me my comb! And find that heirloom that keeps my bun up." Zuko started to try to unravel the tangles with his hands.

Aang handed Zuko his royal comb, a rather fancy design of golden flames, and he started to comb it out. Zuko saw Aang's reflection as he looked for Zuko's precious bun-holder.

He could barely run the comb through his hair, and it kept getting stuck in amongst the wild tangles of his hair.

"Found it!" Zuko turned to see Aang holding the fire nation heirloom, over a hundred years old, covered in dust and dirt.

"Where was it? How did it get so dirty?" Zuko continued frantically combing his hair while talking to Aang.

"Well, there's a little hole in the wall, there by the corner," Aang drew Zuko's attention to the spot. "And I guess it rolled inside there. I pulled it out of a spider web. inside"

Zuko grunted in anger. "How the hell did it get in there!? That hole is barely big enough for it to fit, and it just had to roll into that spot?!"

"Don't worry Zuko, I got this. You just keep making your hair look pretty." Zuko kept making his hair look pretty, and Aang inhaled deeply. The servent chose now to open the door again and stick his head in.

"Are you ready no-" He was cut off as Aang blew a huge air blast at Zuko's dirt-covered bun-holder. Everything in the room was pushed back, including the servant's face. He stood there for a moment, looking at Zuko, his hair now windblown and spiked upwards, and Aang, trying to look innocent as he held Zuko's now cleaned off heirloom.

"I'll tell them it's going to be a while longer. I have to tell you though, Lady Mai is getting rather impatient." The servant ducked back out of the room and closed the door again.

"I have to start all over on my hair! Mai is going to kill me!" Zuko restarted combing his hair, accidentally pulling some hair out in small clumps because he was moving so fast.

Aang picked up Zuko's crown, which fortunately didn't have any dirt on it.

"Zuko, I think we should get to the altar. Let's get your bun redone and go." Aang spoke carefully, as not to further agitate Zuko.

"Fine," Zuko spoke very decisively "I guess this is good enough" Zuko looked at himself in the mirror once more. His hair was almost straightened out again, but the shine the stylist had put into it was gone. But he knew Mai hated waiting for him. Especially so on their wedding day.

"Get those things over here!" Aang walked up to Zuko and handed him his bun-holder. Zuko quickly tied his hair up. Zuko then knelt before the mirror.

"Put my crown in." Aang placed the crown in Zuko's bun. He stood, and took a final look in the mirror. He looked alright. His scar drew attention away from his hair anyway.

"I don't get why people bother with hair. It's so much easier when you don't have any." Zuko smirked, lightening up a little. The servant hesitantly opened the door once more, and peeked his head in.

"Are you two ready now? Lady Mai is getting concerned." Zuko and Aang looked at each other. They of course knew "Concerned" meant "Pissed off"

"Yeah, we're ready. Let's go Best Man Aang"

"Off to your wedding Groom Zuko." Aang patted his back as they walked out with the servant.

A/N: What did you think? I welcome feedback, especially if you tell me about something I could do better, did really well, etc. The next chapter will be much more romance focused.