There was not one single thing in the world that could bring Alois down as the man continued to float on air. Over the past few weeks, he and his fiancé had gotten a marriage license, and decided that he would in fact be taking his husband's last name once they were married. Every so often, the name "Jim Phantomhive" would pop into his head and he had no choice but to smile at the thought. Never did he suspect that it was possible to be this absolutely elated, but here he was, almost high on the feeling.

Today, he was not with his beau, however. Instead, he was with a rather odd combination of people. Both his fiancé's cousin, Lady Elizabeth Hellsing, and Kristopherson Miles. Truth be told, he was extremely nervous about this particular outing, as he would be picking out what he would be wearing on his wedding day.

"Not going for a dress, Alois?" joked Kristopherson, much to the confusion of Elizabeth.

"Why on earth would he wear a dress?" asked the woman, turning her head away from the garments that she was looking at.

"It's just a joke, Lizzie." Alois fibbed, but he certainly wasn't going to wear a dress on such an important occasion. That would be taking this lightly. No, he wanted a proper wedding, and he wanted it to be nice, as he only intends to get married once.

"I think you should wear white, though." Kristopherson suggested. "It'll contrast nicely with Ciel's dark colours. And I know Ciel's going to want to wear something dark."

"That is so Ciel…" the woman said. "I think that's a wonderful idea, though. Alois, what do you think?"

"U-uh… I don't know? I'm not really sure what I should be doing." Answered Alois with a bashful expression. In truth, he wanted to look good for the bluenette, but wasn't sure in the slightest how to choose the right outfit. There were so many options, and he just didn't know where to start. "I like that idea, but are you sure it's not too much?"

"It'll be fine, mate. We won't let you look bad on your big day." Said the Miles gentleman, putting an arm around the menace and pinching his cheek. "I'll pick you out something fantastic!"

"Clothes have gotten so plain over the past century…" Elizabeth complained to herself. "Where's the complexity?"

"Oh, that's true… Fashion does come from layers…" answered the faux-blond, letting go of the menace in order to walk over to his accomplice. "Should we go with a tuxedo? I'm afraid that might look too stuffy…"

Alois simply stood back and observed the pair as they conversed, debated, and sometimes argued about his wardrobe. The basis for it looked good to the menace, but he doubted that they were done. Eventually, he grew bored of their bickering, and his eyes began to wander around the store, soon landing on accessories.

Walking over to the case, the blonde looked through the glass at the various necklaces and earrings and such until he found the men's section. He found more earrings, forcing his mind to immediately shift to his beau, as he had often helped the man pick out new pairs behind glass just like that. Unconsciously, he smiled at the thought, remembering how Ciel always asks him which ones he likes the best, only to get embarrassed for worrying so much about how the blonde thought of his appearance.

While the blonde continued to look, he spotted sets of cufflinks. Some were plain, and some were not. Some were colourful while some maintained their metallic look. Alois raised his eyebrows as his gaze locked on a particular pair that caught his interest; a pair of silver cufflinks shaped like dogs. It was then that the menace came up with an idea.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" asked Kristopherson from behind Alois, causing the menace to jump.

"Cufflinks…" Alois answered, turning around to face his friend. "They made me think of Ciel. Do you think we could incorporate them somehow?"

Krisotpherson scanned the display for a moment until he spotted what the blonde was referring too. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up. Without another word to Alois, he immediately turned around and searched for Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth!" he called, scanning the aisles. "Alois just gave me the best idea!"

After the shouting, all was quiet. Alois assumed that he had somehow found Elizabeth and was discussing the "idea" the faux blonde was supposedly given. Since he wasn't being summoned, however, the menace simply shrugged and continued looking at things, only to spot his two fashion consultants reappear and head toward the display, where Kritopherson showed Elizabeth the cufflinks. The woman gasped before clapping her hands together.

"That's wonderful!" she said, nodding. "This will work!"

Before Alois could even ask, the pair grabbed him and dragged him off to search for more clothes. This time, they started holding items up to Alois, discussing how they looked before finding items that they thought would go with them. They held up jackets, shirts, ties, vests, and looked at shoes before making him try some on. Alois, being baffled by how fast all of this was happening, simply went along with it and did as he was told, occasionally giving input.

"The tie should be blue." Said Kristopherson.

"Yes, but not that shade. It's too dark. Try this one." Answered Elizabeth, handing the strip of fabric to Kristopherson for him to hold it up to the menace along with their current ensemble.

"Too light."

"This one, then."

Krisotpherosn repeated the action while Alois stood there confusedly, unsure of how he felt being stared at like this. "Perfect!" the faux-blonde pointed out. He then handed the articles of clothing to the menace, to which Alois jumped as his arms quickly held onto the garments to that they wouldn't fall to the floor.

"We need you to go try these on." The Miles gentleman instructed, pointing. "The dressing rooms are over there. We'll be right here when you're done. Just shout if you need us."

"U-uhm, okay?" the blonde answered with uncertainty. Carefully, he tried to balance the garments in his arms without dropping them on his way to the dressing room, stopping to apologize to another shopper who was there looking for a dress with her friends. Quickly, he shut the door once he was inside the cubicle with a sigh, carefully setting the items on the bench.

Minutes passed as he donned the outfit, putting his own clothes in a semi-neat pile on the other side of the bench. The red of his face as he looked in the mirror and examined his attire contrasted greatly with the white suit and tuxedo shirt. The blue tie complimented it well, as the dark grey vest and black belt muted it just enough so that the outfit was extravagant, but not too bright. Alois almost wanted to hide, as his heart was racing so fast that he swore other people could hear it.

"Alois, are you alright in there?" called Elizabeth, forcing the Macken to jump and utter a small squeak in surprise. After a few moments, the pair waiting outside saw the door open and Alois bashfully walk out. The poor man's blush only darkened as those of his friends lit up upon seeing him.

"You look so cute!" praised the Hellsing, walking up to the blonde in order to give him a tight hug. Her arms wrapped around him so fiercely that poor Alois almost thought that his ribs would break!

"It's fantastic." Said Kristopherson, stroking his goatee. "It just needs a few accessories in order to really complete the look."

"Like what?" curiously asked Alois, finally sucking in a breath as he was released.

"Oh, a corsage, and maybe those cufflinks you were looking at." The grinning faux-blonde said. "I think it would be sweet if you both matched."

Pausing, the menace fiddled with his ring, as he thought. There was one thing that was still deeply bothering him. After much hesitation, Alois finally worked up the courage to ask.

"D-do you think he'll like it?"

"Of course! He's crazy about you!" Kristopherson said.

"He'd probably blush at how cute you look, Alois." Added Elizabeth. "He has a weakness for you. Believe me, I'm the one who listened to him talking about how much he wanted to marry you and how he wanted everything to be nice for you. He'll love it."

Alois couldn't control his face as he smiled at the thought of his fiancé trying so hard to impress. He was seriously looking forward to seeing the bluenette's face on their wedding day. It was his sincerest hope that Ciel would be happy. His heart beat just a little faster as he imagined the bluenette seeing him for the first time and getting flustered like usual. But it was endearing. Ciel's silliness was always endearing, and could be taken as proof of his affections.

"Okay." Alois replied. "Let's look at flowers."