The day had finally come for Arthur and Francis to exchange their vows in front of the friends and family that they have always known and loved. Mrs. Bonnefoy was ecstatic as she spent most of the day introducing Arthur to Francis' Aunts, Uncles, cousins and grandparents. Strangely – or not strangely enough, most people of the Bonnefoy family adopted the signature blond hair and blue - eyed features.

Arthur had Lovino, Ravis, and Tino in his wedding party. All of the people who have supported him during the worst and best times of his life. The Italian man had especially been in a good mood that day since the bar was due to open at any moment, and he needed a drink or two before he made a speech in front of a crowd of rowdy French people.

Francis had both Antonio and Gilbert in his wedding party, his two best friends that had been with him since high school – and are now here supporting him on his wedding day as a thirty – six – year - old man. This trio had been through so much over the years, and their friendships only grew stronger during the last year's events.

"So, Matthew," Francis began as he wrapped his arm around the shy Canadian. "When are you going to make my pal, Gilbert here an honest man, hu?"

"Francis! Don't you dare scare Matthew with marriage!" The albino retorted.

The blond chuckled darkly. "But mon ami, you are the last of us to take the walk down the aisle, non? And you do love Matthew, oui?"

"Of course, I love Matthew, and yes I am going to stay with him. I'm not about to let some other dick take him away from me!" Gilbert blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of red to match his eyes.

"So, I guess we can plan on coming to your wedding sometime this year?" Arthur asked with a chuckle. Everything was just right about his special wedding day, and what made it even better was that all of his friends were in great places in their relationships, as well.

"Really, Gilbert?" Said Matthew with a gleam of hope in his eye. "Is marriage something you would want, too? He entwined his elbow with Gilbert's and handed him a drink from the bar.

"O-of course I do! Maybe sometime soon… I think I'll need that drink now, hone." He chugged the drink down rather quickly as he tried to forget the smirking faces of his friends.

"Hey! Arthur!" Called a rather flamboyant voice. A man with familiar shoulder length blond hair and green orbs came to greet the two grooms, hand in hand with his partner, Toris.

"Feliks! I'm so happy you came today! Are you and Toris making yourself comfortable?" The Brit asked with a wink.

The blond man in the bubble – gum pink suit laughed out loud. "Not yet, but I'm sure we'll get very comfortable in the hotel room later night!"

Toris, however, looked rather embarrassed that all of his friends now knew his sexual plans for later that evening. "Now, dear, I'm sure not everyone would want to know what we are up to, tonight."

Feliks laughed and took a sip of his fruit flavored drink. "Now, Toris, no need to be such a prude! I'm sure, like, everyone here is going to be having sex tonight. It's just something you do after a wedding. It gets you in the mood, you know?"

Francis smirked at Toris' obvious awkwardness. "So, Toris, does that mean that you are going to have sex with him?"

The therapist hid his face behind his long brown locks. "I don't know… I can't predict what I'll be doing within the next four to six hours."

"That means yes!" Replied the Polish man with a confident cheer.

"Well, we all know that Arthur and Francis will be having sex tonight! As will me and Honda." Alfred announced, completely unashamed.

Arthur wasn't phased by the awkward conversation anymore, and simply shook his head. "why is everyone so confident with announcing who they are going to have sex with to everyone in this room?"

"Lighten up and have a drink, Iggy!" Alfred chuckled and handed his best friend a rather large glass of scotch from the open bar.

The whole ceremony felt like a blur. Arthur tried to pay attention to all of the sweet and wonderful things that his closest friends had said and all of the well wished he was sent, but he was too distracted by the fact that he was now a married man, and his title would be changed forever. He took Francis' last name, which officially made him feel part of a family once again.

The Brit wondered if his family really would have came to his wedding if they were still alive. He couldn't help but wonder if their relationship could have been mended after all of those years, and if they would have acted like a family again after today, but he couldn't dwell on that. IT wasn't his fault that his parents had died, nor was it his fault that they had abandoned him for many years. Yet, he still wondered how things would have gone if his parents had the chance to live a long and complete life.

"Arthur? Arthur?" Someone called to him. It was Mrs. Bonnefoy, and her presence in any room always demanded attention, and it was well deserved.

"Oh, I'm so sorry… I must have drifted off there." He chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, dear." She replied. "So, are you finally ready to call me 'Mom' now?"

This was his second chance at a family. And, what made it even better was that he chose to belong to this family after marrying his now husband – Francis. Francis had assured him that he never has to worry about fitting in with his mother and his other relatives, because they were all equally crazy, yet very accepting of everyone they met and welcomed them with open arms.

Arthur bent down to his mother – in – law's height and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Of course, I am, Mom."

: ) THE END : )