Everything Was Going Well

I am getting married.

It was slightly surreal, now that the day was actually here. It almost seemed as if he had read one hundred a seventeen chapters in some story to reach this point. A long winded story which was just supposed to be about this. But none of that mattered now, because today had finally come.

"I'll see you soon," Antonio had said when he had kissed him that morning, both rushing off to take care of separate situations. Lovino had prepared himself for everything that could possibly happen. But none of it did. Everything was going well.

"Oh, look at you! You're, like..." Feliks ended up squealing as opposed to ending his sentence with anything, hugging him. Lovino let him, because he did not feel as if he had anything to complain about.

Now that was weird. Nothing to complain about?

"Have everything?" Elizaveta asked him, offering up a seat. Lovino took it, leaning back.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved it off. "Hell, I'm ready and it doesn't even start for a few hours. You told me to get ready almost too soon."

"No," Elizaveta smiled, kissing him on the forehead. "I told you to finish everything before now so you would have the time to relax. Believe me, I have seen plenty of weddings where either the bride or the groom or whoever had made themselves a tangle of nerves right before they walked out. And now you don't have to be like that."

Lovino rubbed at the back of his head (though carefully, before Feliks would complain about him messing up his hair or something). "Thanks. Both of you. Thanks for everything."

"Any time," Feliks responded, though he was wringing his hands with excitement. If anyone was going to be a tangle of nerves, it was going to be Feliks. "I'm going to totally check on Antonio! Be back in, like, two ticks!"

The both of them watched Feliks rush off. "He, on the other hand, I made certain would have something to do up until it starts, because otherwise he might tear everything apart."

"I figured," Lovino nodded.

A knock on the door preluded Marcus sticking his head inside. "Already ready, Lovi? Oh, come over here!" he walked in and Lovino was on his feet, hugging his grandfather tightly. Today felt as if his entire life had turned upside down, but in a good way. In a good way? He was really thinking about all of these things strangely. "I'll be back, I was grabbing something for Francis, so I better get back to him."

"See ya," Lovino nodded. Marcus smiled and nodded at Elizaveta as he left. Once more it was just the two of them.

"Are you going to tell me your plans?" Elizaveta asked hopefully, resting her arms on the back of the chair Lovino had been sitting in. "Mister groom?"

Lovino knew he had a stupid grin on his face then. "Oh, we're catching the train over... We have an early flight."

"Flight to where?" Elizaveta asked quietly. "Rome?"

Lovino shook his head. "Barcelona."

That did not have the response he had expected, as Elizaveta suddenly became teary eyed and hugged him. "Oh! Lovino, you have grown up so much! I am so proud of you, I am so happy for you!"

"For going somewhere?" Lovino asked, bewildered at her reaction. She shook her head, Lovino having to shut his right eye to keep her hair clip out of it.

"For everything! I just... I remember the little boy of whom would only stand to be with certain people, who would never give in, who would never listen, who would never smile. And now you are smiling, you're smiling!"

It was true. After his mother left him and Feliciano with Marcus to enter the church... Lovino spent a lot of time wondering about God and why his mother would choose Him over him. He had tried to understand for so long. And Antonio cared. Or did not care. He cared about not caring. Something like that. Lovino did not even remember when he could suddenly smile.

"It's not that big a deal," he shrugged, walking over to the window.

"I beg to differ," Elizaveta smiled. "And I believe Antonio would too. I think he takes pride in the fact that he was able to get past all of those barriers of yours."

Lovino nearly answered when suddenly he was face to face with Feliciano. He took a step backwards with his exclamation of surprise, then he walked back up to the window and flung it open. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry Lovi," Feliciano whimpered. "I was looking for my shoe."

Lovino narrowed his eyes. "What?"

And then he hiccuped.

Feliciano blinked. "What what?"

"Why were you –hic!– you looking for your –hic!– your shoes out–" Lovino stopped, covering his mouth. Ah hell no. This was not going to be a problem now. No. No, no, no.

"Hiccups?" Elizaveta asked, having walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"This isn't –hic!– isn't fair!"


Notes:

Yes, they are going to Spain for their honeymoon. Lovino actually gave in. That is true love right there. I mean, coming from Lovino.

Feliciano is not really that stupid to have left his shoe out there. Aster decided to put it somewhere else. Aster needs a little bit more to do than the other two dogs, she gets very bored very easily.

I was going to have this be in a story somewhere, but I have no idea when I will. So everyone can understand what was being referred to earlier, I will just put it here:

Lovino and Feliciano's mother went into the Catholic church after her husband died (not previously a Catholic herself, but becoming one after his death), leaving her children with her husband's father. Feliciano thought he understood and just wanted his mother to be happy. Lovino could not understand why she would choose Him over him. He tried very hard to figure out why, but could not comprehend it. Even Feliciano understands how difficult this is though, which is why he called Marcus about the wedding and did not try to contact their mother.