The wedding day of Lovino and Antonio had finally arrived. As Arthur had just finished the final preparations of his tux and hair, he felt an unusual wave of confidence. 'I think I might actually look good in this.' He thought to himself as he brushed over his hair in the wall length mirror. The dashing gentleman was just about to leave the room but decided to remain where he was as he unintentionally heard parts of a rather heated discussion between Lovino and Ludwig.
"Just who do you think you are? Making Arthur your best man instead of your own brother? Even though Feli hasn't mentioned anything to me, I can tell he's probably upset about this whole situation." Said Ludwig.
"You listen here, you potato bastard!" There was no doubt about it that the voice belonged to the Italian groom. "This wedding day is for Antonio and me, and we made very careful decisions about all of our choices. Arthur has been a very good friend to me, especially during a very difficult time, and he sure as hell asked and cared about my well – being more so than any of you have! Also, if my brother didn't even say that he was upset, what gives you the right to speak for him? Feli is a good brother and he respects my decision. You should, too. I am not going to let anyone else make decisions for my life anymore. I have a voice, too, goddammit!"
The blond German seemed lost for words as he did not respond to Lovino's outburst. He could hear the brunette sigh and mumble something about hating those Nazi Germans.
The Brit took a deep breath and knew that he couldn't hide in the dressing room forever. Besides, he had to do his part as best man and make sure that the groom was okay. He decided to pretend that he did not hear the conversation as he made his exit. "Hey, Lovi! I'm all set. You ready for your big moment?"
The nervous groomsman's legs shook ever so slightly, but he gulped and nodded his head. His face flushed red and he held onto his arm nervously. "A-Arthur?"
"Hmm?" Asked the Englishman with a smile.
"T-thank you for doing this for me. But don't think I'll be nice like this all the time!" Lovino reminded as his eyes began to water. He sniffed a little.
"Is it time for another hug?" Asked Arthur with an evil smirk.
The other man shook his head wildly in protest. "No, no! You stupid bastard! No more hugs!" Then, the Italian ran away from Arthur in a blink of an eye. However, everyone knew by now that Lovi had a rather awkward way of showing affection. As much as he wanted to be hugged and held sometimes, friendship was an entirely new territory for the Southern man. Sure, he was loved dearly by Antonio and he loved the Spaniard to the moon and back, but Arthur was one of the very first people that he accepted friendship from, and that was the exact reason the groom chose the Brit to be his best man on his wedding day.
Antonio's groomsmen, Francis and Gilbert had already been prepared and waiting at the altar. Arthur nodded happily in their direction and joined Feliciano on Lovino's side of the floor.
"Ve, good morning, Arthur. Thank you for being here for my big brother today!" He sang. "I'm so happy that Lovi is getting married today, and I really hope that me and Ludwig get married someday, too."
The blond Brit shook the friendly Italian's hand and chuckled. "Wow. I must say that you and your brother are quite different from each other. But nevertheless, both of your hearts seem to be in the right place." Although, Arthur did have to admit that he was not a big fan of Ludwig at the moment. He did work with the man and he was going to keep things civil, but he also was not afraid to stand his ground if the German wanted to start something. To make matters even worse, Ludwig was also Gilbert's brother, and he's been growing rather fond of the albino as of late.
Thankfully, Veni did not seem to be angry with Arthur or upset about the situation at all. If anything, he was simply happy for his older brother on his wedding day. "You know, we should talk more at work." The Englishman offered.
The Italian beamed happily and eagerly wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Ve! I would like that very much! I always did think you were a nice guy."
"Well, thank you!" The blond chuckled, slightly embarrassed by compliments. He looked over to Francis and sent him a flirtatious wink.
Even Gilbert himself looked nice and spiffy in his black formal tux and crimson red tie. The British man nodded in his direction and gave him a thumb's up. The outfit was definitely an improvement compared to the one that he wore at the office Christmas party.
"Okay, everyone. If I can have your attention, Antonio and Lovino will be arriving at any moment. Let's all take our seats as the couple will walk down the aisle together in just a couple of minutes." The Minister announced as he grabbed a microphone off the table.
The music started and everyone of Antonio's and Lovino's friends and family members turned towards the entrance as the couple to be wed arrived hand in hand.
And, for the first time in a long time, it looked like the Southern Italian was actually smiling from ear to ear. It was definitely the most adorable smile the man ever had.
As for Antonio, his emerald eyes shone with pride, clearly confident that marrying Lovino was the best decision that he had ever made. The usually hyper and friendly Spaniard now seemed strangely professional and at peace with himself and the world around him.
The two finally made their way to the front of the room, and Arthur couldn't help but marvel at how romantic it must feel to walk down the aisle hand in hand.
The Mister straightened the collar on his shirt and cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, everyone. We are here today to honor the marriage between these two wonderful men, Lovino Vargas and Antonio Carriedo. Please stand."
