Hey, hey~ How's it going, bruder?

I-I don't know how to wear my hair...

blinks. "Are you serious? Just wear it like you always do! That's your style."

touches his own hair, unsure. "But he's mentioned before he likes it when it's ruffled up..."

You can do that at the honeymoon, ruffled hair doesn't work at a wedding, West.

sighs and nods, sitting hard onto a chair. "Guess you're right."

pats his brother's back. "Come on, even *I* will wear my hair nicely for this occasion."

stares at him. "And you'll keep your clothes on?"

nods firmly. "Just this once, I swear."

relieved. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

No problem! So, what else needs to get done around here?

shrugs, leaning back in the chair. "Roderich has most of it covered, so I guess we just... wait." He sighs. "I could use a beer..."

smirks. "Two beers coming right up!" He heads off to the fridge, digging up a couple of beers and handing one to his brother.

Your last beer as a single man. Enjoy it.

takes the beer with a sad smile before opening it and holding it up for a toast of sorts. "Maybe for you too, eh?"

opens his beer as well and gives Ludwig a confused look. "For me? Nah, I like being free."

taps the beer to Gilbert's before taking a long drink. "Oh sure, sure."

takes a swig from his beer. "You don't sound too convinced."

smirks to himself, rubbing the beer between his hands, not saying anything. He just gives him a sneaky looking (because he did learn from

the best).

ruffles Ludwig's hair with his free hand. "Come on, you should be getting ready if you want to make it on time."

looks at his watch and drops the beer. "Oh shit... an hour...."

mourns for the beer. "Yep, that's more than enough time if you get started now."

debates whether to clean up the beer or not but instead just leaps over it, skidding over the wooden floor (in socks), to his bedroom.

follows after him, still holding onto his beer. "Hey, where's the ring?"

trips over the rug, crashing hard. He groans and points to the night stand. "T-there. Both of them."

Ouch, be careful, West.

spots Ludwig's suit and gets it out and ready. "We want you alive and in one piece at that wedding, okay?"

nods and stands, rubbing his chin, hoping there won't be a mark. "I'm pretty sure I can dress myself, Bruder."

Good to know, I was starting to doubt it.

finishes up his beer. "Then I'll go get changed too and I'll be right back."

takes the suit from him. "I'll yell if I need help," he says sarcastically.

smirks. "I'll be alert." Then goes off to change into his suit.

quickly (but carefully) dresses in the suit with shaky hands, not really able to believe this was actually happening. He went to the mirror

on a nearby vanity, brushing his hair back carefully, rubbing at the reddening mark from his fall. "Ugh.."

comes back to Ludwig's room, all dressed up and with his hair combed back. It's the apocalypse. "Ah, that's looking nasty."

turns to look at Gilbert and then Roderich, sighing in relief with the sight of Gilbert dressed and Roderich here. "It's not going away."

looks over at Roderich. "You got any make up?"

Roderich an odd look before looking away from the mirror. "Maybe if I just put a cold cloth on it."

smirks, noticing Roderich's reaction. "What? Is it that shocking to see me all decent looking?"

says Anyway, says we'll have to ask one of the girl's at the church then.

blushes brightly and avoids his look. "Tripped over the rug, fell down."

can't help but hug him briefly, but quickly pulls away, taking a deep calming breath. "Thank you, for everything."

looks at his watch. "Okay guys, better get moving."

takes another deep breath and nods as well, unable to form real words at this point

grabs the rings. "Ready, West?"

As ready as I'll ever be.

drags Ludwig off to the cathedral.