Finally Noticed

You may now kiss the Brit

Arthur was in heaven. He and Francis had decided on a July wedding, close enough to the boy's birthdays with them but so that they could spend Francis's birthday, which fell on the 14th, on their honeymoon. They were currently relaxing in their bedroom, Arthur reading a book while lying on Francis's lap, the Frenchman sketching something in his notebook, pencil tucked behind his ear and using the Brit's head as a place to rest his notebook. The door suddenly burst open and Lovino barged in, rolled up papers under his arms and pens sticking out of his shirt pocket, complete with a light in his eyes that slightly scared Arthur. "Ciao tutti now listen up bastards!" He yelled, Ludwig following behind him and carrying an easel and corkboard, setting up while Lovino clapped his hands together, glaring at the couple.

"Lovino what is all of this?" Arthur asked, looking at what Ludwig was setting up.

"Just be glad zhat Antonio convinced him to drop zhe fünfzehn slide powerpoint presentation." Ludwig grumbled, Lovino sticking his tongue out at the German.

"Alright so you vino bastard let me arrange your honeymoon, and i'd be damned if mio cugino gets anything less than the very best. By the way, none of you are getting any presents other than this, because we are all paying." He started, waving his hands when Arthur started to protest. "Tomorrow is the wedding, then immediately after you are getting on a plane to Lisbon, where Antonio's brother was nice enough to let you use a house that he owns. You will stay there for two days until the 9th, when you will be flying to Barcelona, and Antonio rented a hotel for you right near the sea, so enjoy that. On the 11th you will fly to Paris, where you will stay until the 16th."

"Paris? Oh merci beaucoup Lovino!" Francis squealed, jumping up to hug the Italian. Said Italian was pinning a map of Europe to the corkboard, instructing Ludwig to place tacks where the couple would be staying.

"Hmm? Get off you bastard i'm not finished yet dammit!" He yelled through a mouthful of pins, huffing indignantly once the Frenchman released him. "Anyway as I was saying before my attack, five days in Paris, before traveling to Corsica. A two day trip through Corsica and north Sardinia, last I checked you owned a home in Corsica so that shouldn't be a problem. Get on a goddamn plane in Sassari, to Roma. Il soggiorno di due giorni a Roma- cosa stai guardando?" He asked crossly when everyone looked at him in confusion.

Ludwig cleared his throat, coughing into his fist. "Jou vere speaking Italian. Could you repeat zhat?"

"Grazie. I said that your two day stay in Roma will end with a plane to London, where you will spend the rest of your honeymoon, returning here on the 27th." He finished, placing the final tack on the map and taking a marker out of his pocket, connecting all of the points and looking at his work with satisfaction. Ludwig handed him a folder that he leafed through, nodding before tossing it at Francis's face. "Here. All the tickets and times, along with locations. Enjoy." Lovino grinned at seeing Francis and Arthur's shocked faces, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "Gli ragazzi will be staying with Allen, Matt, and Allistor, i've already arranged everything and told them. I'm honestly surprised that the little devils managed to keep it a secret."

"It iz totally not awesome zhat neizher of jou lovebirds vill be going to Berlin!" Gilbert broke in, bursting into the room and slinging an arm over his little brother's shoulder. Elizaveta followed, her skillet clipped to her belt as usual. "Jou two are so gay! Jou know zhat song Gay or European? Zhat describes jou perfectly!" He felt the need to blurt out.

"Gilbert you bloody idiot every adult in this room except for you and Eliza married another man, I would be surprised if we were anything but." Arthur scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I don't think you're as straight as you claim to be." He teased, raising one thick eyebrow at the German.