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Wedding Bells Part 3

  Author's Note: Hello everyone! Before we get into the final part I just want to add a few things. First, I will be mentioning a few songs because this is a reception, so they'll be dancing. To be safe: I don't own these songs or the videos, "Your Song" belongs to Elton John and "Your Still the One" belongs to Shania Twain. If you would like to know how these songs sound here is the exact videos I listened to when writing this: 

     The music was already blaring from the banquet hall. Even though they were a floor above the newly wedded men could hear the loud beat below them. They themselves laid on the bed, tangled in each other's arms.

     "I don't want to go down there," Arthur whined, snuggling further into his lover's side. Ludwig placed a soft kiss on his head, letting his lips linger there.

     "If we don't go, Alfred will come bargain up here and literally drag us down. Best we go on our own free will," Ludwig mumbled. "Also, we have to have our first dance don't we?"

     "Oh Goddammit. How do you do that?"

     "Do what?"

     "Get me to do things."

     Ludwig kissed Arthur's nose teasingly. "I know who you are and I know what entices you."

     Arthur heaved himself up with a sigh, "fine, let's get this part over with."

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     "Now may a present, for the first time as husband and husband, Mr. and Mr. Beilschmidt-Kirkland!" Alfred's voice rang through the speakers. The two men walked out to the middle of the dance floor. The room darkened and the only light shone above the two lovers. Arthur gave Alfred a slight nod and "Your Song" by Elton John began playing.

     Ludwig wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist and took his hand with the other. Arthur in return placed his free hand on Ludwig's shoulder. They swayed to the rhythm slowly, drinking in each other and the moment.

     Arthur rested his head on Ludwig's shoulder and softly began to sing to him as they danced. Ludwig felt his face burn up, but he really didn't care. He was too focused on Arthur's voice. One of the many things he loved about Arthur was his sweet, tenor voice that always managed to soothe him.

     Despite the song ending, Arthur refused to let them move from their position. All he wanted from the wedding was a ceremony and this moment. This intimate moment, where they were not Germany and England, they were Arthur and Ludwig, finally united for the rest of their lives. At that moment, nothing else existed except the two of them. Arthur wanted to hold onto this for as long as he could.

     "Are you okay?" Ludwig whispered.

     Arthur pushed back slightly startled from the sudden noise. Ludwig grabbed his partner's arms, looking a little concerned.

     "I'm fine love. Just daydreaming is all."

     "Good." And with that, he pulled Arthur in for a kiss.

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     The party raged on in the manor, but the two men of the hour didn't care for the loudness and crowd, so they snuck out after a few dances and the meal.

     They went out once more to the garden, where just hours before they were wed. By now it was dark, the only light coming from the moon and stars (and the lights of the party). It was slightly chilly, but it was better than the stuffy banquet hall.

     "It's a beautiful night," Ludwig sighed, admiring the sky.

     "You're even more beautiful love," Arthur stated, gazing lovingly at his husband.

     Ludwig felt his cheeks go red. Arthur could be so cheesy and it always got him flustered. Ludwig wrapped his arm around Arthur, pulling him closer. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispered into his lover's ear (trying not to stutter). It was Arthur's turn to go red, burying his face into Ludwig's side.

     "I love you so goddamn much," Arthur said, muffled by his position in Ludwig's side.

     "I love you more than life itself."

     As they stood, admiring the night and enjoying each other's company they could hear the song "You're Still the One" by Shania Twain. Arthur wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck and began swaying once more.

     "Have you ever listened to the lyrics love?"

     "Can't say I have."

     "Well, it's a very us song."

     Ludwig looked at him a little confused. Arthur shook his head, "let's see what I can remember." As the song entered its first verse, Arthur began to sing:

"Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come, my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday

They said, I bet they'll never make it

But just look at us holdin' on

We're still together, still goin' strong."

     As the song went on, Ludwig found himself moving to the rhythm as well. He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and closed his eyes, focusing on the lyrics.

"You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss goodnight."

     Arthur placed a gentle peck on his partner's shoulder. "Sorry, that's all I can remember."

     "It's fine Arthur," Ludwig said softly, pulling his husband closer to him, "I get the point."

     The next few songs were also slower, much to the two's pleasure. They may have not liked the party, but they did enjoy dancing together. So the lovers made their own dance floor outside, using the muffled music from the banquet hall as their guide. The rest of the night pretty much continued the same way except for sneaking back in just before the end of the reception.

     Arthur had been right in his wedding letter. This was the best day of both of their lives. Sure it started as a nervous mess, but that was long forgotten, replaced by the loving and intimate moments of the day.