Church hall, the wedding.

A clamor of hushed whispers filled the church till it was saturated. There wasn't a spot in the room that wasn't decorate. Bows upon bows, frills upon frills, like a tasteless Disney dress. Alfred's mom sure knew how to pick 'em. Now, if only she would pick a different husband.

Everyone was there, even the freaky, sociopathic ,"One of these days I'm going to rip off your vital regions'" guys like Ivan and Lukas.

Some were giggling, some were indifferent and some were USUK fans that were getting seriously pissed off.

Elizavetta Hedervary sat daintily in her green dress, representing everything she was not, plastic smile on her lips, an outraged look in her eyes. There was just the hint of doomed love in the air, if you had the nose for it. And, damn, Elizavetta did.

Lily shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Kiku's face held a concerned expression. The groups continual banter did nothing to ease her nerves.

However...

Elizavetta turned around in her seat and her eyes brightened slightly. Behind them, Tino and Berwald were not-so-subtly holding hands. Elizavetta nudged Kiku lightly for him to turn around. Consequently, came Lily's excited, muffled squeal.

A few discreet clicks and Eliza knew photos had been taken. She turned back around, feelings somewhat acquiesced. It was nice to know that her work meant something.

Unfortunately, her satisfaction was short-lived as a few minutes later the groom appeared and the bride appeared like it was her day. Elizavetta took in the look in their eyes and almost growled. Cupid was a freakin' menace sometimes. She knew at once that, even if they were in a grimy alley, as long as they were getting married, they'd be just as happy.

With an air of finality, the couple said their vows, the crowd cheered and the wedding bells rang, a deafening sound.

The Congratulations was almost as loud. Elizavetta sat still and waited. After the noise had died down some and the people had filed a line towards outside, she rose as did Lily and Kiku and made their way to Alfred and Arthur.

The two were sitting, forlorn, on the side, talking in hushed whispers to Mathew. Elizavetta heard a comforting "It's gonna be okay." as she neared. Her expert eye caught sight of their discreetly intertwined fingers.

"Congratulations," she told them mildly. They nodded with grateful looking smiles.

"Yo, losers." Gilbert yelled abruptly from across the room, successfully destroying the peace, "The party is outside."

Elizavetta's face colored and she felt more than a trickle of anger. "Be more fucking respectful! You're in a fucking church!"

Alfred let out a chuckle while Arthur shook his head, "Typical. I should have never invited those guys."

The three began to make their way out but Kiku stopped and turned, eyebrows knitted, "Will you two not be joining us?"

Alfred waved his hand at him, "Nah, you guys go on ahead. We need a little time."

Lily looked inquisitively at Elizavetta, who only smiled sadly and whispered, "Let them have them."

The three continued out of the the church without looking back.

When they were sure they were alone, Alfred and Arthur's mask fell. They kissed like there would be no tomorrow, eyes holding unshed tears. Their hands held on desperately because tomorrow they couldn't, they just couldn't. All the while, the church bells sounded, a death sentence.


You have 16 text messages from Ludwig Beldischmidt.

Sunday, 11:48: Hey, East, when are you coming home? Hurry. Lunch is almost ready.

Sunday, 12:04: Seriously, if you don't come home soon, I'm going to eat it without you.

Sunday, 12:27: You were too late. I ate it.

Sunday, 12:30: No, I didn't. There's leftovers in the fridge. Hurry up already.

Sunday, 1:11: I'm going to Feliciano's house, his brother isn't there so I don't have to fear for my life this time. Just so you don't starve; remember: There. Are. Leftovers. In. The. Fridge.

Sunday, 1:42: Did you go home?

Sunday, 3:19: There's no mess which clearly means you didn't. If you've been drinking remember to eat something. I don't want to clean after you hurl today.

Sunday, 3:58: You aren't with Francis or Antonio, I already checked, so who are you with?

Sunday, 4:37: Don't get arrested again.

Sunday, 5:46: You know what? I don't care. I'm going to eat this huge, juicy wurst without you.

Sunday, 7:52: Now I'm just getting annoyed.

Sunday, 8:45: Gilbert, Act like your age for once and get your immature but home.

Sunday, 9:04: Are you hurt or something? You can tell me anything. You know that.

Sunday, 9:07: Or are you mad at me? If that's the case, I know for a fact that I haven't done anything wrong so you can forget an apology.

Sunday, 9:42: I'm going to bed. Dinner in the fridge. 'Night.


You have a call from Vash Zwingli.

Accept? Decline?

Accept.

"Hello?"

"Um, Hi Elizavetta."

"Vash? Is that you?"

"Yeah..."

"That's wonderful! I haven't seen you in ages... In fact, I would go as far as to say you were avoiding me."

"I-I was not! I-I was just b-busy!"

"I'm sure you were. That's why you ran the opposite direction when we bumped into each other in School last Friday."

"..."

"Well~"

"... You win. I've been avoiding you."

"Vash, the first thing you need to realize is that I'm always win. The second is that no one avoids Elizavetta Hedervary. Unless, of course, I dislike them. Then, I prefer it. And I do not dislike you."

"...right."

"So, Vash~ How's everything been going with Roderich?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on! It even says so on your facebook relationship status!"

"Look, Elizavetta, I didn't mean- "

"Wait just a second there, Hun. There's something else you need to realize; I'm not mad."

"... You're...not?"

"Nope~ Roderich and I weren't working out in the first place; too many differences and we just didn't have the chemistry. We parted as friends. He's like my brother now."

"Thank you, Elizavetta. To be honest, it's a big relief."

"It's fine, Hun~ In fact I'm very, very supportive of your relationship."

"...yeah."

"So tell me straight, who is the seme-"

"Listen, Elizavetta, the real reason I called you was because of my sister."

"Lily?"

"Yeah, she's been acting weird lately."

"Weird how?"

"I don't know- really quiet, holed up in her room, that sort of thing."

'"hmmm.. I see, I'll confront her about it, don't you worry."

"thank you. A lot. Honestly"

"Don't worry about it! In fact, right now, I'm answering another worried siblings plea."

"You are?"

"Yup. Gotta go now, Vash, talk to you later, m'kay?"

"Yeah, sure, bye."

"Bye."

Elizavetta turned off her phone then resumed walking to her original destination.

She thought briefly about Lily's strange behavior, "Must've been because our USUK ship sunk." She mused sadly.

But back to the task at hand...

Her eyes scanned for the white hair, or the familiar unorthodox purple eyes. Elizavetta gave an internal cheer when she found what she was looking for. She called out, her voice startling him, "Hey, Gilbert!"


A/N: More funnies in the next chapter. R&R