~One year later~

Arthur had no idea why Francis wanted to wait a year to get married, but Arthur rarely knew what motivated Francis's actions most of the time, so he went along with it.

They had no clue how they would start planning their wedding. Arthur suggested that they just sign a marriage certificate and leave that at that, but Francis insisted that they have the fanciest wedding to ever exist.

They were extremely relieved to hear that Gilbert's girlfriend, Elizabeta (they got back together after they had a long talk, mostly consisting of Gilbert begging for her to take him back) really wanted to plan their wedding. So for the last twelve months, Arthur's life was nothing but "Which flowers would go better with the tablecloths?" And "Your wedding will be perfect, trust me."

Now, as Arthur stood at the altar, looking at Francis, he couldn't believe how fast those twelve months had flown by. As he stood here, listening to the priest mutter on and on about the holiness of marriage and all of the stuff that Arthur never thought he would care about until now, he looked at Francis, who had tears of joy running down his cheeks. Arthur figured that Francis would be the one to cry at a wedding, especially his own.

At last, the words that Arthur had been anticipating this whole time were finally spoken in the priest's monotonous voice.

"Do you, Arthur Kirkland, take Francis Bonnefoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Arthur looked at Francis again, and this time Francis looked back, and Arthur could feel his eyes starting to tear up as well. I will not cry.

"I do," he replied.

"And do you, Francis Bonnefoy, take Arthur Kirkland to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Then you may now kiss the… groom." It was obvious that this priest didn't do gay weddings often, but he was the only one Elizabeta could find that was willing to marry them at all.

Arthur wasn't sure when Francis had started kissing him, but he now realized that he had his lips pressed to Francis's, just like they had so many times before. Francis broke away sooner than Arthur expected him to, but he remembered that they were in front of a bunch of people.

The crowd cheered, and the rest of the wedding proceeded like a normal wedding should. They had their reception. They danced and ate and talked with their friends, and to Arthur it just felt like any other day that he spent with his friends and Francis. When everybody had gone home, Francis and Arthur were left alone at the church.

"We should probably go home now," Arthur said as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in.

"Yes, we should," Francis agreed. He stood up and followed Arthur outside the church and they got in their car.

"Or," Francis started. "We could go somewhere else."

"Where else is there to go?"

"Anywhere you want, chéri."

"What are you talking about?"

"We should run away. Leave everything behind. Just like they do in those romance movies and televisions shows you love to watch," Francis explained.

"Why on earth would we do that?!" Arthur had known Francis for nearly five years and he was still surprised by almost everything that came out of the madman's mouth.

"Because soon enough, our lives will get boring, and we will end up being just like that annoying old couple that lives down the street that always yells at us when we walk by. We need change."

"I happen to like our life how it is."

"Alright," Francis said, defeated, as he started the car. "But in five years, if we end up acting like one of those cliché old couples, I am divorcing you."

"In five years we won't be old. We'll only be in our thirties."

"That is old."

"Francis, you're thirty."

"Oh, mon dieu, you're right."

Arthur laughed. "You're memory's already starting to go. Pretty soon you won't even remember my name."

"Stop laughing." Francis slapped Arthur's arm playfully. "It's not funny." But he was laughing as well. He brought the car to a stop in front of their house, and they got out of the car and went inside.

"So, chéri, it is our first night as a married couple. Is there something special you want to do?"

"I think I have something in mind."

~Five years later~

The office that Arthur sat in was not exactly how he thought it would be. It was small and damp, and it smelled rather awful. He wasn't sure that he should be here, but Francis was here as well, and he had been the one to drag Arthur to this depressing room.

"So," said the woman sitting at the desk that they were facing. "Why do you two think that this is the best choice?"

"Well, we have both thought it through and discussed it with each other, and we agree that this is the only option," Arthur replied.

"Alright," the woman said as she bent down to pull several papers out of her desk drawer. She placed them in front of Francis and Arthur. "Sign here." She pointed at a blank line at the bottom of one paper labeled "signature." Arthur picked the pen up off of the desk and signed the paper, and Francis did the same with the other identical paper.

The woman gathered the papers and stood up. "Thank you. Please wait here for a moment." She walked out of the room and Francis breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Arthur said in response to Francis's sigh.

"Well, we always talked about it. I never thought we would actually go through with it though." Francis's eyes started to tear up.

"Don't cry."

"But what if I can't do this."

"Francis, we'll both be fine."

"But–"

Francis's statement was interrupted by the door opening. The woman stepped through, holding a small white bundle in her arms. She walked over to Francis and Arthur, who were now both standing up, and handed the soft, white, blanket-wrapped child to Arthur.

"Did you have a name in mind," the woman asked.

"Victoria," Arthur replied. "Victoria Bonnefoy." After hours of arguing, the couple had agreed that if Arthur could pick the first name, then their daughter could take Francis's last name.

"She's beautiful, Arthur," Francis said, his eyes full of tears again, but this time for a completely different reason. The baby girl in Arthur's arms was the most beautiful child Arthur had ever seen. Her brown eyes were slowly opening, and when they were wide open she smiled, melting Arthur's heart.

"Francis," Arthur started. "I think we'll be great parents."

The end

Note: Sorry for the short epilogue, but it's cute. By the way, Victoria is Seychelles. I don't think she has an official human name, but I looked it up and found some suggestions, and I really like Victoria.