"Mon Dieu Arthur you look so beautiful!"

"Do not call me beautiful. I am a perfectly normal man and I am absolutely not beautiful!"

"You are beautiful mon cher. And you know what will make you even beautiful? A dress! Let's get you in a dress and everything will be perfect!"

"For the last time Francis, I am not wearing a dress. Gosh, what's wrong with you? And moreover why am I the one that should wear a dress, why can't Alfred wear a dress?"

"Because you look more like a lady, and I bet you bottom when you and Alfred are doing it." Francis winked and laughed his famous laugh.

Arthur gave him the finger and checked his reflection in the mirror. He was in the fitting room, trying out the tuxedo that he was going to wear on his wedding day. Alfred couldn't come since he had work that he needed to finish, so their annoying French friend Francis was the one who accompanied Arthur there. Arthur didn't really like him, and he always calls him names, but Francis didn't mind.

"Just look, my baby Arthur, finally getting married. I am so proud of you." Francis clapped his hands in front of his chest and sighed. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Who did you invite to the wedding mon cher?"

Arthur thought for a while, counting on his fingers. "Alfred's colleagues, Alfred's family, my family, some friends, that's it I guess."

"Hmm... good. And did you hire a band or something?"

"A band? No, didn't think of that. Why? You have any recommendations?"

Francis gave a playful smirk and wrapped his arms around Arthur's shoulders. "You know Gilbert and Antonio, non?"

"Yes, that annoying albino and overly cheerful Spaniard... why?"

"Well we kind of formed a band, the bad friends trio... and uh... it would be lovely if..."

"Oh no. You and those barbarians that you call friends are not performing on my wedding." Arthur got away from Francis's grip and pointed his chest. "You guys are always messing things up. Remember last time on Roderich and Elizaveta's wedding day? Your albino friend..."

"Gilbert." Francis interrupted.

"Right. Gilbert, he got so drunk that he almost raped the bride."

Francis chuckled. "Typical Gilbert. He couldn't help it you know. He's in love with her. And it's a torture for him to watch her getting married to another man other than him. It would break your heart if Alfred was to marry another guy, non?"

Arthur chewed on his bottom lip and nodded. "But why didn't he confess to her? You know, maybe she'd feel the same and then they'd be together instead of him sitting there watching her waltzing with another guy."

"Gilbert's a bit of a coward, mon ami. I know that Elizaveta feels the same way towards him, but also, she's too afraid to tell him. They are both cowards."

"It's... it's just... they would so perfect for each other. It's such a waste. If they could be together then it would be so... everything would be perfect."

"Just like you and Alfred." Francis smiled and placed a hand on the Brit's shoulder. Arthur smiled back and placed his hand on top of Francis's.

"Just like me and Alfred."

…

"So how was it?" Alfred asked as his fiance walked into the house with a gigantic smile on his face. Alfred was sitting on the couch, controller in hand and the game paused on the TV. Arthur walked over to him and sat down, snuggling close to him and kissed his cheek. "It went well, Francis was a butt, but yeah, it went well."

"You should consider wearing a dress you know, so the guests would not..."

"Good Lord Alfred, for the millionth time I am not wearing a dress. Why are you just like that frog? Geez..."

"You'd look good in one, a white one with laces and ribbons. Maybe one with a corset?"

"Then you wear one, I'm sure you'll also look great in one. I'd love to see your chubby tummy in a dress."

"Oh no. Heroes don't wear dresses." Alfred grinned. "And I am not fat."

"You wanker."

"But you love me. And you're going to be married to me, this heroic, handsome wanker, Alfred Jones and make yourself Mr Arthur Kirkland Jones."

Arthur smiled and poked Alfred's tummy. "Yeah, husband to the Alfred F. Jones with a chubby tummy. And by the way, what does that F in your name stands for? Fred? Frank?"

Alfred laughed. "Oh no, neither."

"What then?"

"Fitzgerald."

"Ah."

Arthur nodded and grabbed Alfred's hand in his. "I thought it'll be something like Fred or Frank... or even Fatty." He snickered, poking Alfred's tummy again.

"Not funny." The American puffed up his cheeks and bit the Brit gently on the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Calling me fat."

"I wasn't... oh never mind. What do you want for dinner?" The Brit unwrapped himself from Alfred's arms and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. "Or do you want to eat outside? Pizza maybe?" The Brit picked up the cordless phone and looked at the number for pizza delivery on a piece of paper along with a Chinese take out place's on a piece of paper that's stuck on the fridge with a British flag magnet.

"No sweet, I'll cook tonight."

Arthur's eyes widen and he laughed. "You? Cook?" And he laughed some more. He stopped when he noticed that Alfred was serious. "Oh, really? You'd cook? Wow... what a surprise, normally you would just sit in front of your television and order me around making you food. Who are you and what have you done to my fiance?"

Alfred chuckled. "No, I'm me alright. I just thought that I never made you a meal before so I thought that maybe I should make you one tonight. But don't get mad if it tasted horrible though, I'm no Jamie Oliver or something."

"Alright." The Brit smiled and walked over to the stairs. "I'll go shower and just yell for me when you're done. Oh, and don't burn down the kitchen"

"Shower? Aww... I thought we could shower together after dinner." Alfred pouted, making a sad puppy dog face. "I could shower again." Arthur gave him a wink and disappeared upstairs.

The American walked into the kitchen and grabbed Arthur's '#1 cook' apron and put it on. Grabbing a cook book from Arthur's shelf, he flipped to the easiest one and started reading the ingredients.

…

After they both had their shower (together of course), they sat on the bed with Arthur reading a Harry Potter book (The Deathly Hallows, for the 4th time) and Alfred reading a comic book. The room was quiet, except the sound of the constant flipping of pages and the rustling of leaves on the apple tree on the backyard.

Alfred looked over and saw Arthur wiping the corner of his eye and nudged him. "Hey."

"What?"

"Are you crying?"

"W-What... no. I wasn't crying. There's just something in my eye, that's all." Arthur closed the book and lay his head down on the American's shoulder. "What are you reading?"

"A comic book." Alfred replied, eyes not leaving the book.

"What's it about?"

"Captain America."

"I see."

Arthur read Alfred's comic on his shoulder for a while and yawned.

"Tired?" the American asked.

"Yes."

"Go to sleep then, I'll sleep later." The Brit nodded and snuggled close to his fiance, wrapping his arm around his belly.

"Two more weeks to go." Arthur said, giggling like a school girl. Alfred smiled and patted his lover's hair. "I can't wait. It's too far away. Make time go faster." Arthur pouted and looked up to his lover with his emerald green eyes.

"I will if I could." Alfred said, setting his book down on the bedside table and removed his glasses.

"Tired?" Arthur asked, scooting over a little to let him lie down. "No, I just don't want you to go to sleep alone." the American smiled.

"I'm not sleeping alone, you're here with me, no?"

"Yeah, but I want to fall asleep with you, and you fall asleep with me, so we can meet in our dreams."

Arthur chuckled and kissed Alfred's nose. "You're so cute sometimes."

"I know. You're really cute too."