My half of an art trade to celebrate their marriage bUT I KILLED THE BRIDE?????
Alfred couldn’t help but be a bit surprised himself. He hadn’t invited many people, just his brother and his dad, really. Who, both came. A smile sat contently at his face, even causing the corner of his eyes to crinkle a bit.
The place was better than he could’ve imagined, he in fact thought if he ever did get married it probably wouldn’t be a very nice one. Alfred then listened to the pastor speak for a while, before he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I do.” He gave the roll of his eyes before the pastor then said they could kiss and all of that romantic stuff.
Which of course, Alfred obliged to. He leaned in and set his lips gently on Arthur’s, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away, making them officially married. Alfred could only smile, marking this as the best birthday ever, and the best day of his life.
But, the best part of a marriage is always the reception, which featured only the best of food and drinks, but also they had a pretty awesome location, too.
Alfred shrugged, trying to tie his own bowtie, “Nah, it’s okay. I think it jus’ makes it that much more excitin’ yanno? Like, when we’re older we’ll got this cool story to tell ‘bout how we missed our first wedding day ‘cause we were stupid kids n’ we rushed a whole wedding together ‘cause we jus’ had to have one. ‘Sides, you’re the best birthday present someone could ask for.” Said American leaned down, giving the brunette a small kiss on his cheek.
He held his hand back as he nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready.” He gave a small smile, excited that he was finally going to be married to Arthur. It was only a year ago that he could give less than two fucks about anything and never even thought of ever getting married. But here he was, about to stand at an altar and say the ‘I do’s.
As ceremony began, the guests stood to the arrival of the grooms. The ‘Bridal Chorus’ played smoothly in the background as the couple made their way down the aisle to the alter, both the males stunned at how many people actually attended their wedding at such short notice: Alfred’s family, both of their friends, Arthur’s little brother Angus, and Adalheid even brought little Peter. It was perfect - they didn’t need any more than this.
The music faded as they reached the alter and the guests sat down and watched in peaceful tranquillity at the lovers. Once the room was silent, the Victor gave a speech. The vows were spoken;
“Do you, Arthur James Russell Kirkland, take Alfred Fredrick Jones to be your lawful wedded husband?”
“Do you, Alfred Fredrick Jones, take Arthur James Russell Kirkland to be your lawful wedded husband?”
All eyes gazed upon the American to await his response as Arthur smiled sweetly at his lover.
”Alfred,” the Brit called calmly to his soon-to-be husband, “Are you ready for this?”
Arthur stood in front of the large mirror adjusting his tie making sure he was immaculate. The male continued to keep his composure so he didn’t ruin everything despite the sudden feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Finally, it was going to happen. The greatest day had arrived; the day he’d be forever with his partner and one and only love, Alfred. Sure, he could pick out faults in him like his laziness, his perverted behaviour, his ego, and the list goes on, but he’s very sweet when he wants to be, he’s loyal and he means well. Someone who will stick by him and love him is all Arthur could ever wish for.
"Sorry this whole wedding is rushed, private and on your birthday," the shorter brunette turned towards the American with a blissful grin, "At least we’ll be together for certain, right? Today is the day I get to make the promise to stay with you and love you forever. Today will now be special for two reasons." Arthur reached out and gently held his lover’s hand. "Shall we go?"
FUCK WE FORGOT ABOUT OUR OWN WEDDING.
Well we were momentarily dead n’ shit. I think it’s okay; we can time travel through some a’ your british shit n’ jus’ have our wedding. No biggie, yeh?
Nope. We’re waiting until next June.
I’m kidding we’re having it today. No buts. I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday.
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I feel so sorry for you.
Don’t ignore Richard! He’s a very nice bloke!
And I think you’ll find I am in fact male, so sod off. Thanks.