After rejoining the others in the meeting room, Alfred had not said a word to Sakura or even try to hold her hand. Something was wrong and he wasn't sure if he was hurt that he thought such a thing, or that maybe the past four years had been a lie. Then again they have only really started to get together two years back. Something changed. He tuned out the other voices of the room as he sat back and brought his fingers too his chin. Then he found everyone staring at him. "..." Why...were they staring at him?

"Excuse me, but what did you say?"

The royals of the tables began to laugh and Alfred raised a brow "je l'ai dit ... tu na rien dit à propos de votre fiancé". Francis said.

"Uuhh...speak English?"

"Mom dieu!" Francis groaned in irritation. "You haven't studied ton français mais you are going to become king? Unbelievable!" He sat his hands up in the air. He had personally taken the time to teach Alfred the importance of knowing other languages in order to commune with other kingdoms and their districts at a young age.

Alfred's eyes went wide. "Dude chill! I uh..." He fixed his composure. "My mind is somewhere else...I picked up a bit and I don't feel the need to talk about him without his presence or having a reason to."

Francis smirked and looked to Gilbert. "So 'e is a boy?"

Alfred suddenly stood, "Hey, he's a man! And he is probably the best fit to be queen!" His words caught in his throat. Arthur was not a bad person. Why does everyone need to pick on him!

Antonio put his hands up in defense. Francis looked amused now. "Er do you love 'im?"

"Huh? Well...I..."Alfred gulped and then looked to his parents who were quietly sipping their tea and had stopped conversing with Ivan and Elizabetha in order to watch their son for curiosity. "I'm..."He then looked to Sakura and Ludwig who grabbed her hand tightly in over protection. "I'm not sure. He's a nice person but I don't love him."

Francis frowned. "Then tonight is going to be a hard one, non?"

The King looked to his son.

Meanwhile upstairs Arthur began to pace and wrap his arms around himself. "I'm so bloody hungry..." He was pale and nervous, but there were servants in the room with fans to keep him cool. Basic ones of course. Hardly electric.

Yao frowned. "You'll be alright Arthur. Dinner is soon. Only a few hours."

"I don't see why I was to be awake this early if I can't do anything! Does this sum up my cursed marriage?! I can't take it anymore! I don't want to be the bloody queen!" Arthur was hyperventilating and pulling at the door knob, taking his crown in his hand and raising his arm when Yao quickly grabbed his forearm.

"Arthur! Arthur! Calm down... Calm down...you're just stressed is all. Things will work out. I know my cousin and Alfred and Ludwig aren't normally her types. Definitely not Alfred. "

Arthur gently lowered his arm and took a few deep breaths. "You're right...I'm sorry..."

"You love him, don't you?" Yao questioned.

"I don't know..." Arthur sighed.

A few hours passed and Alfred had to get ready for the coronation, going into his room for a while. An hour of disappearance was always required. By the time of the wedding, Arthur was standing outside of the doors with Yao and trying to keep his hands dry. "Thank you Yao..." The Asian nodded.

"Alright...here I go." Alfred said. His name was called and the doors open, with all eyes on him.