As they got kicked out of the third shop in a row, Matthew wondered if it was really necessary for his groomsmen to be with him for this. After all, Toris had taken all of their measurements himself before they left. All they had to do was place the order and have them pick their own suit up on their own time.
It was simple enough. Feliks and Toris had told him that the bridesmaids dresses were going to be red, so the suit vests should be either red or blue. He could have gone in with the measurements, picked one he liked, and been done with it in five minutes.
Feliks thought it would be good to build unity in the wedding party if they all went together.
Feliks, of course, never met his wedding party.
"So like, are they always like this?" Feliks was standing beside Matthew as they watched the fight break out in front of the store. Matthew sighed as Alaska buried his face in his jacket so he didn't have to watch them fight.
"Yeah, they are." Feliks looked at him and raised a brow.
"If you knew they were going to be like this, then why did you pick them?" Matthew sighed.
"Québec said that he would declare himself an independent nation if he wasn't the best man. Ontario thinks he is my most important province, so he would have thrown a fit if he wasn't in the wedding. "
Feliks nodded, listening as a small crowd started to gather.
"Unfortunately, he also thinks that he should be the best man. And as for Minnesota and Michigan, well, you know brothers. You can't choose one and not the other. Especially when they fight as often as those two do. Thankfully their siblings were fine with just coming to the wedding. I couldn't imagine if all of our kids insisted on being in the wedding party."
"Well, that totally makes sense then." Feliks took a breath and went to the fight, trying to break it up before the police arrived. Matthew started to join him, but stopped when his phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Allo, Matthieu! Ça va? Aujourd'hui, je voudrais visiter mon fils adorable~." Matthew sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Désolée, Papa, mais maintenant, je suis un peu occupé…" He flinched as Feliks used his clipboard on the back of Ontario's head before turning, and in the same swing, clipped Michigan on the side of his head.
It seemed to have worked, however, as Québec and Minnesota quickly dropped each other's shirts and backed away from each other before Feliks could turn on them. Québec tried to clean up his appearance briefly, before he settled for just pulling out a cigarette.
Ontario and Michigan grumbled a bit, and shot Feliks glares as they picked themselves up, but decided not to risk getting near the angry nation.
Matthew glanced down at Alaska who was crying into his jacket, and wondered how Alfred, of all people, managed to deal with them all so well. Most of them, anyway. Matthew doubted he would ever let New York and New Jersey in his house at the same time any time in the foreseeable future.
Had it always been like this? How had he not noticed it before?
"You know what, Papa? Why don't you stop by for dinner? I'm sure Alfred won't mind."
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"Allo, Matthieu! Ça va? Aujourd'hui, je voudrais visiter mon fils adorable~." - Hello, Matthew! How are you? I'd like to visit my adorable son today~" (I went with Allo, because I was taught that's what was used on the phone)
"Désolée, Papa, mais maintenant, je suis un peu occupé…" - Sorry, Papa, but I'm a little busy right now...