Wherein Lovino Actually Gets Along With Someone

"...and he hasn't done that either. I just thought... I thought something was being accomplished."

Lovino was not begging. He would never beg. He could ask politely though and though Elizaveta had some strange habits, he was pretty certain he could trust her with this. Especially since it agreed with one of her strange habits. Though he was trying hard not to think of that, because it really just disturbed him.

Then again, he did not like men. Well, he did. Just Antonio. Wait, what? Fuck!

Just like that Lovino stopped thinking too much about that and returned his mind on to what he was trying to accomplish.

Elizaveta tapped her index finger against her lips. "You both are still set on for April, aren't you?" Lovino nodded guiltily. "It doesn't give me too much time to get things together."

"You don't have to do much," Lovino blurted out. "Just... a little bit of advice? Please."

He was not begging. Elizaveta looked like she suddenly had a flash of insight and while he was usually a bit cautious of her flashes of insights, right now he was straining not to ask what it was. After all, it could be a reason not to do it, though he really could not think of what she had to loose. He would pay her if she asked, he was certain he could put aside enough...

Damn it Antonio, this is your fault. He neglected to blame himself for accepting the proposal though. Typical Lovino.

"I take it you don't have a Maid of Honor yet," Elizaveta said smoothly. Lovino shook his head, waiting for the next words to escape her. "If I can be Maid of Honor, you've got yourself a deal."

"Deal."

Elizaveta was really pretty. What would be the loss in that? Her arranging the wedding in return for being in the wedding pictures up front. He could only gain from that! Suddenly Lovino felt very relaxed as Elizaveta pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, beginning to scribble on it.

"Right then, we have a lot to work on. Reception, attire, caterer, rings... Oh! You should have Roderich make the cake! He told me once he used to bake wedding cakes. We are in luck!"

For some reason this knowledge sounded familiar, but at Elizaveta's word Lovino just decided to accept it. Really, the ability of this going at all well was in her hands. And his, of course. He was not just going to be sitting around.

"Right."

Antonio had better be damn well pleased with how the wedding was going to turn out or else Lovino was likely to divorce him right on the spot.


Notes:

Leave it to Lovino, even while getting married to Antonio, to be trying to convince himself that he prefers women. Silly man.