The couple walked down the aisle hand in hand to a wonderful orchestra consisting of a piano, violins, and other beautiful instruments until they reached the front of the room and smiled into each other's eyes.

The Minister talked about how precious it is to find love and that once you find love it should be nurtured and treasured forever, for marrying your best friend is the best love that one could ever find. Next, the rings were exchanged and placed on each partner's appropriate finger.

Since there were no children present, Gilbert had been the one to deliver the rings to the happy couple, to which everyone found both amusing and that it had been a perfect role for the albino German to be a ring bearer.

Every now and then, Arthur mustered up the bravery to steal glances of his own partner, Francis.

The man had caught him in the act once and sent him a loving smile in return.

The Brit almost made a fool of himself when the Minister announced "And now, we shall hear speeches from very important people in Lovino's and Antonio's lives. First, we will hear from Arthur Kirkland, who is taking the position as Lovino Vargas' Best Man today. Arthur, if you would please stand?"

The usually pale face of Arthur Kirkland turned a deep rose as he flustered and dropped a couple of his Q-cards. Instead of laughing at him, most of the wedding guests found his anxiety to be endearing and sweet.

Alfred was the only one who laughed, but the man intended good by it, as he laughed at everything and everyone, including himself.

His emerald green eyes stopped on the blond German, Ludwig. He still did not seem pleased and was firmly set in his belief that Feliciano should have been his brother's Best Man instead, but Arthur quickly shook the thought out of his head and realized that you could never please everyone in the world.

"G-good afternoon… everyone." The Brit said as he announced his presences and awkwardly picked up his dropped Q-cards from the floor. "I may have only known Lovino here for a short time, but I have to say that we have become very close as of late, and he truly is a great man. He definitely deserves more credit than he gives himself, and he has a wonderful personality that needs to shine more often, because people like Lovi have a lot of love to give, and talent, even though he might not be aware of his own gifts to the world just yet. This man and I have a lot in common as well. We've loved, we've lost, we've put ourselves out there and we've both been hurt, but I trust that a wonderful man like Antonio knows Lovino all too well and he can help bring out the best in the man that we all came to support today. Even though I might have not known Lovino Vargas for a long time, but I know that he will be in my life for many years to come."

Francis and Gilbert simply sat in shock after the blond Englishman finished his speech and returned to his seat. "Thank you for listening." He said, very gentlemanly like as he returned to his seat.

The Spaniard wiped a stray tear from his eye, and even Lovino himself looked like his eyes would flood like broken dams at any second.

The Minister turned towards the Francis Bonnefoy. "We will now hear a few heartwarming words from Antonio's Best Man. Francis, this time is yours." He announced with a gentle smile as he allowed the Frenchman to take the microphone.

"W-well, good afternoon, everyone!" Greeted Francis with a sheepish smile. He fixed the collar of his tie, suddenly feeling as though the article of clothing was chocking him. "So… is it hot in here, or is it just me?" He laughed, apparent to everyone in the room how nervous he was.

Arthur winked in his direction supportively as if to say telepathically: 'You got this!'

"Anyways, my speech sucks balls compared to my boyfriend's."

The wedding guests laughed at his comment while some nodded their heads in agreement.

The curly – haired man awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, his own speech completely forgotten. He turned towards Gilbert for help, but the other man shrugged and sank low in his chair.

Antonio, however, wasn't embarrassed or angry in the slightest. In fact, he laughed at the clumsiness of his two best friends.

Francis smiled and sighed heavily, thankful that he did not ruin his dear friend's wedding. "So… open bar, everyone!"

"Open bar!" Cheered most of the guests in unison.

The Minister himself chuckled and shook his head. "All right, I now pronounce you Antonio Fernández and Lovino Fernández.You two now may – "

Before he was able to complete his sentence, the green – eyed Spaniard had already captured his new husband in a full – blown make out.

After the grand fiasco had come to a closure, everyone was free to party as they chose. Most of the guests had decided to check out the open bar upon Francis' suggestion, to which Gilbert was already living the place up with laughter and drinks.

"S-so… did you really mean what you said about me, Arthur?" Blushed a very bashful Southern Italian as he tried to keep his gaze off of Arthur by staring down at his freshly polished black shoes.

The Brit nodded and winked. "Every word of it. I think you and I click very well as friends, and congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you." Lovino sniffed as though he may have been holding back tears. "So… a little birdie told me that you and Francis are next in line." He said with more confidence. "B-but I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries!"

The Englishman beamed and his eyes glistened with happy tears of his own. "Did he really say that?"

The brunette nodded in confirmation. "Uh hu, but don't tell him I said that! He wanted to surprise you in a couple more months or so, but I know he doesn't want to wait too long. He said so himself that he won't allow any other man to take you away from him."

Arthur had no words to say, except he knew that he loved Francis with all his heart, and he definitely would say yes if his French boyfriend proposed sometime soon. "So… ready to join the others at the bar?"