(requested by Akira Matsumoto)

[m/n] = male name

[e/c] = eye color

[h/c] = hair color

Narrator's POV

'Where-a is he?'  Flavio wondered as he looked down at his watch, wondering where his fabulous fiance could be on their fabulous wedding day.

"Oi fratello,"  Luciano said, coming over to Flavio.

"Luci, where's-a [m/n]?"  Flavio said, worry evident.  "He-a wouldn't be-a late today, he's-a never late, not-a even fabulously late."  Flavio was about to continue when he was silenced by the serious look on his younger brother's face.

"Flavio,"  Luciano said.  "[m/n] is-a locked in his-a room.  He-a won't talk or-a come out."  Luciano said.  Flavio licked his lips in worry.

"I'm-a going to-a go see him."  Flavio said, hurrying out of the wedding area and back into the actual hotel, heading to the room where [m/n] was supposed to be getting ready.  Once there, he saw Oliver standing nervously outside.

"Flavio I tried to-"  Oliver was cut off by Flavio waving his hand.

"I-a know, Luci told-a me."  Flavio said.  "Could you-a give us a moment?"  Flavio asked.  Oliver nodded and hurried off somewhere, leaving Flavio alone in the hallway.  Flavio softly knocked on the door.

"[m/n]-darling~  It's-a your fabulous Flavio~  Is-a everything alright?"  Flavio asked, trying to sound cheerful when he actually was worried sick.

"..."  Flavio didn't hear a reply but he heard soft sniffling.  Flavio placed his hand on the doorknob, trying to turn it, finding that it was indeed locked.

"[m/n]?  Darling, tell-a me, what's-a wrong?"  Flavio begged, letting some of his worry show.

"..."  Still no answer, making Flavio feel worse.  Flavio carefully removed a bobby pin from from his hair, twisting it.

"[m/n], is-a the wedding not-a fabulous enough?"  Flavio asked as he carefully finished making his pin into a key.  "Is-a the clothing I made for-a us bad?"  Flavio asked, carefully putting his makeshift key into the doorknob.

Flavio managed to pick the lock, slowly opening the door.

"[m/n]-darling, I'm-a coming in."  Flavio said.  He slowly opened the door into the dark room, hearing shuffling and more sniffles.

"D-Don't come in."  A soft voice said, sounding distressed.  Flavio frowned and walked in, shutting the door behind him as he walked into the bedroom where he found a lump covered with pillows and blankets on the bed.

"[m/n],"  Flavio said, sitting beside the trembling lump.  "Darling, tell-a your fabulous Flavio what's-a wrong?  Per favore?"  Flavio asked, placing his hand on the back of the lump, gently rubbing circles into what he knew was [m/n]'s back.

"I... I..."

"You-a what darling?"  Flavio asked, trying to appear calm and encouraging.  He watched as the lump shifted a bit.

"I... I can't... I just can't go through with this!"  [m/n] finally blurted out, his form trembling more under the pile of blankets.  Flavio's jaw dropped as he stared at the trembling lump.

"W... Why-a?"  Flavio asked, tears coming to his eyes.  "A-am I-a n-not good-a e-enough?"  Flavio asked.  [m/n] furiously shook his head.

"N-no!  It's not-"

"I'm-a not good enough to-a be with mia amore!"  Flavio wailed.  [m/n] shook his head as he emerged from the blankets.

"No Flavio I-"  He was cut off by Flavio pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Then-a why don't you-a want to-a marry me?"  Flavio asked, tears staining his face.  [m/n] shook his head again and wrapped his arms around Flavio.

"I-It's not t-that, I'm j-just scared, okay."  [m/n] finally admitted, burying his face in Flavio's shoulder.

"Scared of-a what?"  Flavio asked.

"... all the people..."  [m/n] mumbled quietly into Flavio's shoulder.  "... and having everything be perfect..."  Flavio nodded before bringing [m/n] up to face him.

"Darling, no-a one's perfect, not-a even the-a fabulous me."  Flavio said, a smile on his face as he wiped away [m/n] tears.  "Besides, all-a that matters to-a me is that-a I'm going to-a marry the fabulous man I-a love."  Flavio said sincerely.  [m/n] gave Flavio a teary-eyed smile before leaning in, kissing Flavio on the cheek.

"Thanks Flavio, I... I needed that."  [m/n] said.  Flavio smiled and pulled [m/n] onto his lap, nuzzling him.

"Mmm, of-a course [m/n]-darling, that's-a what husbands fabulously do for-a each other~"  Flavio said, making [m/n] blush on the word 'husbands'.  Flavio chuckled at his blush and gave [m/n] a kiss on the nose before getting up, letting [m/n] sit on the bed.

"Now-a I'll go stall for the-a wedding while Ollie comes and-a fixes you up till you-a look just as-a fabulous as the-a day we met~"  Flavio said, striking a pose, making [m/n] giggle.

"Okay."  [m/n] said.  Flavio smiled wider and twirled around before bending over, grabbing [m/n]'s hand, placing a kiss on it.

"And I'll-a see you at the-a altar~"  Flavio said playfully, making [m/n]'s blush worsen.  Flavio chuckled and pecked [m/n] on the forehead one more time before walking out just as a frazzled Oliver ran up to him.

"Flavio, is the wedding still on?  Is the poppet alright?"  Oliver asked, sounding like he had just been running in a marathon.  Flavio waved him off, humming a tune and walking with a bounce in his step.

"The-a wedding is-a on and [m/n]-darling needs-a help getting fabulous for-a it~"  Flavio said, walking off.  It took the Brit a second to realize what the flamboyant Italian had meant before he squealed, hurrying to help the groom get ready.

'This-a is going to-a be a fabulous wedding~'  Flavio thought to himself, more than ready to take that first step in the newest chapter of his life; marriage.  Beginning with marrying the most fabulous man (besides him) on the planet.

~Fin~