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Despite the fact that Lovino was now considering Elizaveta to be a hypocrite, he was determined that this go well. Despite Gilbert.
"...ant I'm going to mention anoder ding about love here... I dink..."
He. Was. Not. Taking. This. Seriously. Lovino seethed, but tried to keep quiet. Antonio was not saying anything. Surely if Gilbert looked like he was going to mess up their wedding Antonio would say something. Anything. Surely...
"Why are you saying anything?" Lovino asked, completely livid. Gilbert looked up from his note cards, looking somewhat surprised.
"As your officiant, it's sorta de job," Gilbert said, as if Lovino was an idiot. Lovino could have killed him, except for the fact that Elizaveta was holding his right arm and he could feel a hand on his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. Antonio.
Not that it was helping. Lovino still felt like killing him.
"I don't vant to spoil Saturday's surprise!" Gilbert went on, waving it off as he glanced over to Francis. A conspiracy, was it? Lovino opened his mouth, but Gilbert was not done. "I just... It's not perfect yet. I don't... vant to say anyding really until... until it's perfect."
Lovino stopped struggling against his Maid of Honor and fiancé. He could see that Elizaveta looked rather surprised, but who he was paying more attention to was Antonio. Antonio who was looking at Gilbert as if he were a God or something. "Thank you Gilbert."
"Don't get all sappy on me, Toni," Gilbert grumbled, looking away as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Aw, you're going to melt with sap~" Francis snickered.
Lovino no longer felt like killing anyone, but he still was not happy. It was not perfect? Well it was not like Gilbert had a lot of time to make it perfect! He glanced over toward his grandfather with a pleading look, but Marcus was in another discussion with Sadiq.
Fuck my life.
Still, it could be worse. As he later had his brother and Ludwig move some of the chairs out of the isle so as to make certain there was enough room, he kept that in mind. This was supposed to be the practice. They would go through everything as many times as it took to get it perfect. Elizaveta had brought the recording and Lovino was certain he would have this music stuck in his head for the next ten years of his life. He would also remember every single cue for everyone but himself forever. Dammit. At least by this point he had a chance to talk with Marcus.
"Nervous~?"
"About everything going well," Lovino admitted, looking around the rather empty room. At least, it was empty compared to how it was going to be on Saturday. "Not about anything else."
"Good boy," Marcus smiled, ruffling up his hair. Lovino squawked in surprise, but did not pull away. "So many people talk about being nervous about actually getting married. I have been married a few times, as you know, but I have never understood why I should have been nervous nearing the wedding date about tying the knot. About everything going well... that makes more sense!"
But all of your marriages ended with divorce, Lovino thought wretchedly. Should he be nervous about getting married? Not to say that his grandfather had been a terrible person to his wives. From everything Lovino knew Marcus was still friends with them or something like that. But...
"Do none of the vows require a response?" Marcus asked suddenly. Lovino looked at him strangely.
"Present day, nonno. People write their own vows now."
"Oh, really?" Marcus frowned, as if he had not known that. Lovino did not quite buy that, so he figured that the older man had just forgotten. "Why have I not seen yours?"
Lovino spluttered, going red. "Because they're for Antonio. During the wedding. Th-that's the only time anyone else is going to hear them."
Marcus simply smiled at him and Lovino felt rather odd. Would they be good enough? Would he just be making a fool of himself in front of everyone? (In front of Antonio?)
Suddenly he found his chest hurting, so he went over to convince Gilbert that he was going to hear that speech now, to make certain that Gilbert was not about to pull a fast one on him. Which was right when he heard a crash. Lovino felt his heart basically break out of his chest as he turned around to see what had happened.
Francis looked absolutely shocked, from where he lay on the ground. Maddox looked like he normally did, but as Lovino had not seen him there earlier, he could only assume the man had come down from the ceiling. Again. The only coherent thought he had, however, was: that better not be broken.
"How... ugh..." Francis let his head fall back on the ground as he stared up at the ceiling. Maddox looked down at him and Heidi had scampered over from where she had been setting up the video camera in the corner.
"Are you all right? Maddox, why did you drop down on him?"
"Did not see him," Maddox shrugged. Antonio was helping Francis up.
"I can't imagine Arthur actually living with you," Francis said, still looking slightly shaken.
"I live in the basement," Maddox said, as if that was helpful. Lovino tried to take some calming breaths and not stomp over there and kill someone.
"Oi, Lovino." He turned to see Roy (what was he doing here?), who was pointing over to Maddox. "Wan' me ta remove 'im?"
"Yes please," Lovino spluttered out, not really thinking about it. Everything is going to be fine. Everything's fine. Calm down Lovino. Figure out what else needs to be done. I should check the seating arrangements.
That last thought came like a splash of cold water, regaining him to his senses. Yes, he had to double check that. By then that would be fixed and they could get back to running through the procession again and he would make Gilbert actually give his speech.
Elizaveta had written it out, right? It was not as if he had anything to worry about. So he went over to her.
"Lovi? What are you doing?"
Lovino turned on his heel to see Antonio. "Just wanted to see the seating arrangements. I hope Yong Soo is seated in the far back."
"I knew you'd want that, so I made sure of it!" Antonio smiled. Lovino stared at him for a moment.
"You did it?"
"Of course!" Antonio responded, looking a bit surprised. "After all, I have been listening to every single thing you've said on the matter. I figured I could do it better than Feliks or Elizaveta."
He blinked a few times before he trusted himself to speak. "Good."
"I'd be an idiot if I did not make sure I had much to do with everything," Antonio shrugged, that smile on his face. Lovino just wanted to kiss him now and forget about everything else. Did it matter? He had wanted to shove this in everyone's faces. This was the man he had chosen. This man had chosen him, not anyone else.
Everyone else in the world had really missed out.
"Antonio?" Feliks called over as he walked over, skilled as ever in his heels. "You, like, didn't mean to put Berwald on the end next to, like, Arthur did you?"
That good feeling that had risen in Lovino's chest was gone now. He narrowed his eyes. Antonio looked surprised by that, but what did that mean? Antonio's surprised by everything. He's a moron. Remember, you are marrying a moron. Before Feliks could hand it over to Antonio, Lovino ripped the paper out of his hands and stared down at it.
"I had him on the end next to Tino," Antonio said doubtfully. "Because that made sense." That was not where the name was written. Lovino tried to take a few calming breaths.
But this time it did not work.
"You're not taking this seriously at all, are you?" Lovino snarled, throwing the chart down on the floor. Antonio blinked.
"Of course I am, Lovi! What do you–"
"I want a divorce!" Lovino screamed at Antonio, throwing some of the flower arrangements at him.
"But Lovi! We're not even married yet!" Antonio protested, ducking as a candle holder passed over his head. Lovino was barely paying attention to what he was grabbing, simply chucking it at the Spaniard when he had a grip on it.
"I don't fucking care!" Lovino shrieked. "You're not taking this seriously!" Oh my god, you don't care, you don't care! "I don't have to take this!"
With that, he ran out of the building.
Notes:
The reason Lovino thinks Elizaveta is a hypocrite is because of her aversion from Gilbert. Days back she had told Lovino that it would not be all that bad and if Marcus was going to help Gilbert with the speech then it would be alright. Then again, at the same time Elizaveta is ignoring Gilbert. Which does not give Lovino a very good feeling about it.
I think a little too much happened today. Lovino needs some time out. Poor guy. Poor Antonio. Cruel Ludwig. Etcetera etcetera etcetera.
