He tilted her chin up and kissed her.

Vixan kissed back, now happily married to the man of her dreams.

Arthur finally could relax. All had gone well. "Ready to go dance my love?"

"Of course." She smiled happily, taking her now husband's hand in her own and walking to where they were to dance.

He was more than happy. "I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too..." She said with a smile before letting him take lead in the dance.

He swooped her onto the dance floor.

"So, Arthur..." Vixan asked, looking at him. "You, do remember what we're doing tonight, right?"

A grin flashed on his lips. "Do you really think I would forget my love?"

"Weeeell, it has been kind of a hectic month, so you might've..." She shrugged. "I didn't know..."

He kissed her, knowing it was ok even though some were looking. There was whistling and such. "I couldn't have forgotten. Just wait until after our reception my love."

She giggled softly. "I planned on it~" She had blushed faintly at the whistles, but she could care less.

The food and wine was beginning to be served, and he took her back to their table. It was the best table there, centered on everything. He sat her in her seat and and sat down himself. Their food was at the table and he caught a lonely pair of eyes that stared at him intensely. The state made him uncomfortable, and he shifted slightly. It was Francis, the very man who'd wanted his hand in marriage not to horribly long ago. He looked kind of heart broken and Arthur felt just a tiny bit guilty. He'd find someone else though! He had to. Arthur could let himself feel responsible for that.

"Arthur...?" Vixan noticed him shifting uncomfortably. "Is... Is something wrong love?" She didn't like the way he had suddenly changed.

He took a deep breath and smiled a fake smile. "Nothing at all. This is good food yes?" He said, trying to change the subject.

Vixan frowned. "I know when you're lying you liar... Tell me what's wrong."

He sighed and pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. "I'd rather not tell... It's..let's just not ruin to tonight with my silly worries ok?" He caught France's eyes again and cringed.

Something flashed in Vixan's eyes. "Arthur, the night is becoming ruined for you. Tell me what, or who, is bothering you."

He took another breath. "It's Francis. He keeps looking at me with those sad eyes of his. He...asked me to marry him not to long ago. I turned him down and now he looks all depressed." He explained. "I feel kind of bad for him."

Vixan sighed. "Francis will move on, love. His country is best known for loving anyone willing to take it." She took Arthur's hands in her own. "So, don't worry, okay?" She leaned over and kissed his forehead softly. "Alright?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry about that." Vixan's eyes flashed with an evil that could only be compared to with Russia's Communist days, or even as far as China's totalitarian days, making her seem utterly ruthless. "He'd be a fool to do something stupid..." She shook her head slightly and laughed, her eyes clearing quickly to their normal brightness. "No one messes with a bride's big day."

His face paled. "That was...terrifying...I was more afraid he'd do something stupid to himself, like get drunk off his ass...I wasn't saying I thought he'd try to ruin our wedding." He shook his head. "I won't worry though. It's all honing to be ok."

"Usually, drunk off your ass leads to stupid things at weddings." She shrugged. "And sorry about that... I didn't mean to be so... yanno"

He shook his head. "It's ok love. You are a sister of Russia. That is only expected."