"You may now kiss the bride."
For once, Ludwig didn't look like he was blushing so hard that he would just burst, or something like that, as he kissed his bride. Clapping and various cheers filled the garden, and you joined in a well, cheering for your friend, who seemed the happiest she'd ever looked.
"It's nice seeing people happy, no?"
You turned around to find Antonio standing there, merrily whistling a tune, as he looked straight ahead.
"W-Wh…what're you..."You didn't even get to finish your question.
"Oh, Ludwig and I have some common friends." He grinned, as he leant forward, to try and assess your expression. However, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two people he didn't want to see right now...
...or maybe they'd be the perfect excuse.
You made a strange squeaking sound, as you felt Antonio wrap his fingers around your wrist, and felt yourself almost being dragged through the crowds. Before you could coherently protest, or anything of that sort, you felt yourself coming to a standstill, and facing an light auburn haired man in front of you.
"Ciao, Antonio!" he called.
Antonio grinned towards him. "It's nice to see you, Feliciano! How have you been?"
"Good!" He replied enthusiastically, as his eyes met yours. "Who's this bella ragazza, fratello?"
"Oh, this?" Antonio tried to be as casual as he could, as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "This is [Name]. I work with her. In fact, we're the one who planned this wedding – do you like it?"
The man's eyes almost seemed to widen, as he looked at you, "You planned all this, bella? But it is...bellissima!" He continued to chatter on, and you listened, with a small smile on your face. His enthusiasm was really infectious.
"Drink?" You jumped when you heard Antonio's voice to your other side. You turned to see him standing there, with a drink in hand.
"Thanks." You replied, taking the drink from his hand. Taking a sip, you nodded, and smiled. "Hey, my favourite! How'd you know?" But he just winked in reply, as he disappeared into the crowd. You turned around to talk to Feliciano again, but it seemed like he'd disappeared too.
"What is with these Europeans and disappearing acts…?" You found yourself muttering.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
From your seat you watched all the couples dancing away. The sun was beginning to set, and the ethereal glow of dusk made the whole atmosphere all the more mesmerising. The smiles on their faces made something twinge in your heart, no doubt, but you just ignored that feeling, as you took another sip.
A slow, cheerful tune, yet with a slightly eerie violin melody played through the speakers, and you found yourself sighing. Yes, the planning had been fantastic, and you were pretty confident of what you had to present. Mrs. Winters had swung by earlier, and through her thin, pursed lips, had shown her approval. You now had your job secured. But…now what?
You found your gaze searching for the Spanish man you had been working with for the past time – the one who had made you frown, become angry, want to punch a flying squirrel in the face – but also laugh like you'd never laughed before, feel at ease at times, and blush. But...he was nowhere to be seen. Still scanning the area, you brought your drink up to your lips.
"Could I have the honour of this dance, hermosa?"
"Damn it, what is with you and your appearing act?" You spluttered, as you coughed on the liquid that seemed to be stuck in your throat.
You saw Antonio come into your line of vision, as he knelt down in front of you, making you both face-to-face. His emerald eyes sparkled in the last glimmer of the sunlight, and you couldn't help but gaze into them, as you cleared the last of the liquid from your throat.
"I just wanted to say…" Antonio seemed to be hesitant, for the first time, or maybe he was just searching for the right word. All of a sudden, he took the rose bud that was in the lapel of his jacket, and handed it to you, with a small smile on his face.
You looked from him, to the flower, and then back at his face, before you took it from his hands, somewhat mumbling your thanks, as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.
"Pardon?" Antonio leant in closer, somewhat breaking the barrier of personal space, and making you blush all the more, yet managing to seem completely oblivious about it.
"I said...thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper. His only reply was a chuckle, making you look up at him.
"I thought I liked you most when you're smiling" he explained, between laughter. "But you're so cute when you're blushing, too!"
You were about to protest, but Antonio silenced you quickly, in the way he would have liked to best silence you.
You had never thought that a simple kiss could be so…passionate, but with Antonio, it seemed that anything was possible. As his hand rested on your cheek, making small circles, it almost felt like you would explode from that weird feeling in your chest. You let your hands rest around his neck, as you played with a strand of his hair.
Breaking away for that damned need of air, you pulled back, breathing deeply. He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, as his hand that was behind your head kept your foreheads touching.
"I just wanted to say..." he continued from where he'd left off. "…that I am going to be staying here for longer. My father says that he is happy with the reports that have been sent back."
"That's..good." You manage to reply, as you imagine what spending more time with him would be like.
"...and you're not mad at me, right?" He asks, with a small, unsure chuckle in his voice.
"Why would I be mad at you?" You whispered loudly.
It was you who silenced him with a kiss this time.