Poor Gilbert still sported some black and blue bruises from Francis even one full week after their little "ghost" incident.

Even though Arthur was embarrassed at the time as he was caught by both the albino and Matthew as Francis was just about to get busy with him, they swore to never speak of the incident again, as they had never seen Francis so angry in his entire life.

The Brit chuckled to himself as he looked back on the whole escapade. He may suffer humiliation from time to time by the hands of his boyfriend's roommate, but he realized that all of these people, from Francis to Gilbert, gave his life a lot more excitement than it had been in the past when he was a lonely drug addict on the wrong side of the streets. Now that he realized how much love and friendship he did have, he would never go back to his old life. Now that he was cleaning himself up, he seemed to be making even more friends, one in particular being a Southern Italian by the name of Lovino.

"H-hey, Arthur. Pay attention to me, I need to talk to you." The brunette ordered rather awkwardly while tugging on a sleeve of Arthur's shirt.

The Englishman smiled to himself and looked at his new friend. "Yes, Lovi. How are you?"

"I'm fine stupid, but that it not what I'm here for." He shuffled around in his pant's pocket for a moment and pulled out a white envelope. He was now blushing madly, but still tried to pull off his usual macho façade. "I know the wedding is next week… and I understand if you can't! But I did put a lot of thought into it… and you've been helping me out a lot the past couple of weeks just by dealing with my usual craziness."

The Brit eagerly tore the front of the envelope to find some rather elegant parchment inside. As Arthur carefully read the paper, he quickly understood that Lovino was asking if he would be his best man at his wedding. He couldn't believe it. He had never been the best at anything in his entire life, and now, someone who he had just gotten to know already considered him as his best friend.

The brunette awkwardly fidgeted with his fingers and gazed at the floor, shuffling his feet. "Y-you don't have to. It's okay, I understand!" The man was about to run away out of shyness until Arthur stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Lovi, I accept! No need to run away, of course I'll be your best man."

The other was lost for words. Sure, his insecurities had him believe that Arthur might have said no and that would be the end of that, but it was in fact Antonio who had encouraged him to give Arthur the invitation, and now Lovino felt like he was choking on dry air.

"W-well of course you would!" He stuttered bashfully. "It's the highest honor of a wedding and you'd have to be a fool to turn it down! –"

The Englishman smirked at his new friend, and held his arms open wide. "Come on, give me a hug!"

"W-w-what's wrong with chu?! No! No hugs!" Lovino protested, but it was too late. In just a matter of seconds, Arthur already had his arms wrapped around his new b.f.f. Now, the helpless Italian was flailing his arms up and down and attempted to call out for help, but it was no use. Although he would never admit to appreciating the affection, the brunette went limp in Arthur's arms and 'humphed' in an attempt to make it clear that he was not pleased.

"I feel the same way, Lovi." The Brit snickered as he refused to let Lovino go.

Alfred's voice could be heard from the other room, as well as Francis'. A light bulb went off in Arthur's head as he got a very evil idea. "Hey, guys! Group hug over here!"

"What – No!" The victim protested. "Fine, fine! I love you guys too." He whispered very faintly. "Now please let me go!"

"Group hug? That's awesome, dude!" Alfred cheered as he quickly joined Arthur in the process of humiliating Lovino to death. "Love all around, my bros!"

"No! No hugs!" The southern Italian demanded as he tried to struggle, but all attempts were futile as Francis now joined in with the group as well.

"I've been telling you for years now, Lovi, that you need to be hugged more," The Frenchman began. "This is just the perfect opportunity! And look at all the people that love you." He teased with a wink.

"I'm going to kill you, Francis. I'm going to kill you, Francis." Chanted Lovi over and over as though he had been hoping that his prayers would be answered and Francis, along with everyone hugging him would drop dead. However, deep down in that big heart of his, he was secretly thanking them all for the praise and affection.

"Lovino here wants me to be his best man!" The Brit cheered a he hugged the other man even tighter, if that were at all possible.

Francis' eyes widened and sparkled with excitement. "Mon amour, that's incredible! I'm Antonio's best man, and we'd look so cute on the floor together, I can just see it now."

Since the blue – eyed blond was now lost in thought imagining how he and his boyfriend would both look so cute together as the best men, Lovino took this moment as the perfect opportunity to tease Francis about his own relationship.

"So, Francy. Enough about me for a moment… when are you and Brit boy here going to tie the knot?"

"Yeah man, that would be so awesome!" Alfred agreed. "Am I going to be in the wedding party? Because I may or may not have already picked out my tux. No pressure though, just saying!" He mocked with a shit – eating grin.

Now that both Francis and Arthur had been put on the spotlight, the two men flustered uncontrollably.

"W-what?! It's only been just a couple months!" Argued Arthur, his voice cracking under pressure. "Francis? You gonna help me out here?"