Alfred was bouncing in his seat. Being naturally hyperactive does not make sitting for a long time easy.
"Alfred stop messing with your tie mon cher." Francis scolded him.
"It's not centered, " Alfred whined, "It needs to be in the exact middle."
"It's fine Alfred. Leave it be." Arthur fixed his tie. "Go get your brother, he needs to get ready too."
Alfred pouted. "Okay."
Alfred ran out of the dressing room into the grassy area where the guest sat.
"Sup bro." He jumped over a row of chairs into the seat next to Matthew.
"Hi Alfred." Matthew shook his head at his brother's antics.
"Hello Alfred," Ivan said.
"Hey Alfred." Gilbert swung an arm around Matthew's neck.
"Sorry to break this up, but," Alfred drew out the 'but', "we need to get ready."
Alfred ran back to the dressing room with Matthew trailing behind him.
"Are you boys ready?" Arthur dusted cracker crumbs off of Matthew's suit.
They nodded. Alfred shifted on his feet, eager to start.
"Have you decided who wants to be the flower boy and who wants to be the ring bearer yet?" Arthur asked.
Alfred jumped up and down. "I want to do the flowers! Flowers are awesome. If I was the ring person I would have have to make sure I wouldn't drop them. I get to throw flowers at people!"
Francis laughed. "That's a good reason."
The music began to play signalling that it was time to start. Alfred grabbed his flower basket and Matthew grabbed his pillow with the rings. They walked down the aisle in time with the music. Alfred took every opportunity to throw flowers at a close friends or giggling toddler. When he reached Ivan he held a hand full of flowers over his head dropped them.
Matthew rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. He handed the rings off to his Uncle Allistor, Arthur's brother. The two grooms follow behind them. Francis is looking at Arthur like he's the only person in the world. Arthur is blushing from all the attention, but is returning the gaze. He does take a few quick glances to make sure they don't trip, that would be embarrassing.
Then they get back to their is sitting next to to Ivan. He's sure that Francis is behind it. It's not like he likes Ivan like that, okay maybe a little, but he doubts Ivan likes him back. Well, Alfred did invite him to the wedding, and Ivan did except. He didn't say it was a date though, so it doesn't mean anything, he didn't say it wasn't a date either. Alfred placed his hand close to Ivan's. Their pinkies were touching. Ivan shifted a bit closer to Alfred. Alfred took that as his cue to hold Ivan's hand. Ivan didn't let go.
After the vows and the 'I do's the twins and their dates made their way to the kids table at the reception. Emil is crying.
"What's wrong?" Alfred sits down next to Emil. Ivan sits down next to Alfred.
Violet sighs. "Go on tell them."
"I was just imagining my OTP." Emil says in between sobs. "It's so close to being canon, but nooooo." Emil drops his head on the table.
"Is this," Ivan points to Emil. "Normal?"
Violet nods. She waves a piece of licorice in front of his head.
Emil grabs it and starts eating.
"Thanks for letting us borrow furniture from the store to use." Matthew changes the subject.
"Of course." Violet waves it off with her hand. "Thanks for letting me be the assistant wedding planner."
"Remind me, where did you find the priest on such short notice?" Matthew asks.
"Do you know Feliciano and Lovino?" She asks. "Their Grandpa is a priest and he's was happy to do this for us. On the condition that Feliciano and Lovino make the food."
"So that's why there's so much pasta," Alfred says, "I was wondering."
"The invitations were a bit hard." Violet admits. "I had to track down one of Arthur's friends that lives in Romania and he kept on escaping me."
She pauses to point at the man who's talking with Arthur at the moment. "That's why I had you two hack into that government website for me."
Alfred and Ivan nod, they remember. It was a lot of fun. The two of them love all things computer and science related.
"I swear he's a vampire," Alfred says, "He's a bit creepy."
"Watch out I think he heard you."
Matthew is right. The man turns around and winks at them.
"Nah, I'd think he's more of a gypsy." Gilbert adds.
"He seems like he'd make a good customer for you're store," Ivan says, "He looks very eccentric."
"According to the website, he is a gypsy." Violet says after a bite of pasta. "I wonder if he would be interested in a new crystal ball of something like that."
Emil finally sits up. "Didn't Tino grab a crystal ball off of a sunken ship last time we went diving?"
Violet nods. "plus we have a few packs of Tarot cards."
She chews for a moment.
"Do you think he'll teach me? It seems interesting."
"Can't you just ask Lukas or Arthur? They're into magic." Alfred has his mouth full while talking and spaghetti sauce is all over his face.
"Different types of magic, they study different types of magic."
Feliciano and Lovino walk over.
"Ciao!" Feliciano waves. "You guys must like pasta as much as me, it's the only thing you got."
Feliciano and Lovino only have a small amount of pasta. The rest is traditional French, British, and American food.
"There's stuff other than pasta?" Alfred yells.
"Well duh." Lovino rolls his eyes. "We like Italian obviously, but we do enjoy eating other culture's food."
Alfred runs back to the buffet table. He doubles back before reaches the line. "I love the pasta, I really do but, I need a hamburger." He starts running again.
Alfred came back a few minutes later with hamburgers piled on a flimsy paper plate.
"Aren't you worried you're going to drop that?" Gilbert pointed to the mountain of hamburgers.
"No, not really." Alfred shrugged.
Hours passed and the amount of guests dwindled. Slowly, people left the party to head home. Feliciano and Lovino left earl, but not before Alfred congratulated them on the amazing hamburgers they made. Gilbert left after embarrassing Matthew by calling a toast for the most awesome boyfriend ever. Ivan left after kissing Alfred and officially making them boyfriends. Soon after that, everyone had left.
Arthur picked up a slumbering Matthew. "I think it's time we go home."
"Right you are." Francis picked up Alfred.
They walked side by side. A family once torn apart, now stitched together.
Fin
It has been an honor writing for you.
