I'm back. Again. Big surprise, huh? Ugh, school has started once again, which accounts for my disinterest in anything other than laziness.

Disclaimed.

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Day 19: In formal wear

"You aren't going to get that tie any more perfect than it already is," Lukas commented, glancing over at Kiku. The Japanese ignored him completely, undoing his tie and retying it again. "Besides, it's America. Do you really have to be perfect in front of him? That imbecile won't even notice."

"It's the principle of the thing," Kiku explained, frowning at his tie in the mirror. "It's a wedding, Lukas-kun…"

Ah, yes. America, or, more precisely, Alfred, had finally gotten his shit together and asked Arthur to marry him. They'd both insisted Kiku go. Kiku, in return, insisted Lukas be invited. They'd agreed. "I'm only going because you said you wouldn't if I didn't. And you are the best man, so I couldn't just stay out of it."

Kiku frowned. "I only said that in order to force them to invite you. You could have refused to come if you wanted to…"

Lukas sighed. "It's fine. It'd be cruel to make you deal with those idiots on your own, anyway."

The Japanese smiled. "We should go, or we'll be late."

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"Dude, you're here! Damn, Iggy was worried you wouldn't make it!"

"So were you! Git." Arthur turned to Kiku. "I am glad you made it, though. Come on, not much time until it starts…"

Kiku smiled understandingly. "Lukas-kun, can you get Alfred-san ready? If you don't help they might be late to their own wedding." Lukas nodded, dragging Alfred out of the room.

Arthur sighed, slumping down in his seat. "I don't know, Kiku. Maybe I should back out now, while there's still time…"

Kiku sat next to him. "Don't be like that. You want to marry Alfred-san, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"So do it." Kiku rested his hand on Arthur's. "You'll be fine, Arthur-san."

"If you say so." England raised an eyebrow. "So, what about you and Lukas?"

"What about us?"

The blond smirked. "When's he going to propose?"

Kiku blushed scarlet. "I- He's not- We're not-"

"He'd be disappointed to hear that," the Brit commented. "In fact, I've heard a rumour that- Oh, you don't want to hear that."

The Japanese raised an eyebrow. "Hear what?"

"Oh, just a rumour," Arthur explained dismissively. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Well, that was curious. But it wasn't his place to ask. "…Alright, Arthur-san." He stood. "We should get you to your wedding, hai?"

"Right, of course." Arthur stood, pulling Kiku up with him. "And as best man, you have to be there."

"I'm coming."

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The wedding went as smoothly as it possibly could. There were a few catcalls from the less mature nations, but that was to be expected. The party afterwards also went well. Kiku gave a speech; funny, in that sardonic, dry way of his. Arthur found it hilarious. Most of the humour went over Alfred's head, but that was probably for the best.

Afterwards, the newlyweds dragged Kiku and Matthew out to a bar. Matthew brought Gilbert, so Kiku brought Lukas, and the four of them watched their friends/siblings get drunk.

Lukas passed Kiku some wine, watching Alfred do a passible rendition of "God Save the Queen" as Arthur cheered. "You know, we should do that."

"Get drunk and act like idiots in public?" Kiku asked, slightly appalled.

"No, kjære," the Norwegian chuckled. He leaned forward until his breath was hitting Kiku's lips. "Get married."

"M-married?" Kiku squeaked in reply. Lukas coughed.

"Well, if you don't want to, that's fine, I mean-"

"Are you kidding?!" Kiku interrupted. "Yes!"

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Well, now I've got it set up for the getting married prompt…

Next up: Dancing.

See ya~!

-Bird