"Natalia, please calm down." Tear begged for the millionth time.

"No!" Natalia said forcefully, pacing Tear's bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the carpet to face her, hands twitching toward her quiver. "The caterers are late-"

"Anise and I can make something."

"You haven't decided on a church-"

"Aren't they all the same? All that matters is that it's in Baticul, right?"

"There's not enough flowers for every table-"

"Because that's a priority, right?"

"And to top it all off, the ice sculpture I specifically ordered for the buffet table is all wrong!" Natalia finally fumed.

"Yes, why do we have that again?"

Natalia gave a long suffering sigh. "Tear, do you even care about your own wedding?"

"Of course I do." Tear said patiently as Natalia sat beside her on the bed. "I just don't think it's productive to worry about every little detail, that's all. Honestly, if no one sets anything on fire again, I'm happy."

"Ah, right. Archduke Williams' retirement party. We should avoid that."

"But with the colonel, you never know" Tear smiled "But that's not the point. The point is you should relax, Natalia."

"Out of the question!" Natalia huffed. "As your maid of honor, it is my sworn duty to work tirelessly to ensure every detail is in place."

"I'm pretty sure it's not."

"No arguments! Now, about this-" Natalia gestured to an elegant white dress hanging on the closet door.

Tear glared at it like it was something mildly annoying. "We've been over this.'

"It's traditional."

"It's traditional for soldiers to wear their dress uniforms."

"As your maid of honor-"

Tear groaned.

"Y'know, Guy..." she said sourly but she was grinning. She couldn't stay mad at her friend. "...isn't giving Luke this hard of a time."

"Oh come one, Guy! Stop giving me such a hard time!" Luke laughed as Guy punched his arm.

"I can't help it!" Guy said, beaming. "I just can't believe how much you've grown. I'm really proud of you, Luke."

Luke straightened the sash on his formal suit and brushed a hand through his freshly cut hair. "Thanks. Man, I'm so nervous..."

The door to the cloister of the church, where they were getting ready. Anise poked her head in. She was wearing a bright pink dress uniform and she was holding a bouquet of bright yellow flowers.

"She's ready, guys!" she hissed urgently.

Guy pushed Luke toward the door and Anise pulled him away, slightly panicked.

But he completely forgot his nerves when he saw Tear. At the end of the isle, she stood in a beatutiful white dress uniform, her hair pinned up elegantly.

She smiled at him warmly. It took his breath away and straightened his spine.

He took a deep breath, grinned, and marched, thankfully without tripping, to his bride.

He took her hand tenderly and almost missed his cues, he was looking so intently at her eyes.

It turned out later that Anise had indeed set a small fire under the priest's robes but they were both too wrapped up in the moment to notice as they walked out of the chapel. Amid well wishing and cheers, they looked each other in the eye and smiled in the knowledge that for the rest of their lives they would have each other.

A/N: Chapter 3! Hope you liked and thanks for reading!