a/n: Alright this is my second fanfic! I thought my first went pretty well, so I hope this one turns out even better :) It won't have anything to do with fantasy like my first one did. The two main characters are Alfred and Matthew, just like my other fanfic, simply because they are my favorite! A change though: since my OTP is AmeCan, they won't be brothers in this story, and instead will have a romantic relationship for the most part :) Although my second favorite pairing is FrUK, there will be none ;n; it's only because Arthur is Alfred's father and Francis is Matthew's father, so it would be difficult to put Arthur and Francis in a romantic relationship without considering Alfred and Matthew brothers :P So sorry FACE family; it's not your time to shine :c besides that, I hope this all goes along well! Please enjoy and review! And if you dislike something use polite, constructive criticism :) Thanks for reading!

"Alfred Jones, do you take Matthew Williams to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do!"

"And Matthew Williams, do you take Alfred Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

"I now pronounce you married."

(After the ceremony)

Tap tap tap, the microphone sounded as Alfred tapped it to check the sound.

"Ahem," he cleared his voice. The chatter in the room faded away, "My father said that he'd like to say a few words, so I'd like to welcome him up here before he finds the rum," Alfred smiled and the guests of the room chuckled warmly. Arthur grinned confidently and walked up the three steps to the stage.

"The stage's all yours!" said Alfred as Arthur pat his shoulder and took the microphone. Alfred stepped off of the stage and sat next to Matthew at one of the small, round tables.

Arthur coughed in his fist to clear his voice, "Well, where do I start?" he chuckled. He inhaled and exhaled deeply while he thought about what he'd say; even though he'd already rehearsed in his mind a general idea of what his speech would be. "When I was about Alfred's age, I married the love of my life. She was wonderful in every way, but she had one unfortunate flaw," Arthur's eyes began to tear, but it was for the most part unnoticeable, "She was unable to have children. We lived happily for a while without a child, but she couldn't stand the thought of living her entire life without experiencing the joy of having a child. We'd thought about adoption many times, and soon we knew it was the right decision. Before we had the chance to adopt together though, she passed away. I lived a year or two in mourning and never thought of adopting during that time, until Francis, my best friend since childhood, had told me that he was adopting. I thought that just because my wife was gone, it didn't mean her dream couldn't live on through me – her dream of having a child. So that was when I knew for certain that I would adopt a son. I went in to the adoption center with Francis. He already knew the boy he wanted to adopt, but I still hadn't decided as I'd never been there before. As Francis picked up Matthew and talked to him, another blonde little boy ran up to me. Seeing that I was there with Francis, he said, 'Please don't take Mattie away! He's my best friend!' I chuckled and leaned down him. 'Well don't you think that's a little selfish? Doesn't Mattie deserve a father?' I had scolded him. Then the little boy's eyes filled with tears and he straightened his posture. He replied, 'Yeah, you're right! Just tell him I love him, and take good care of him okay?' and he began to cry. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, as heart-breaking as it was. 'What's your name?' I asked him. He said 'Alfred, sir,' and when he did I almost burst into laughter at his adorable mannerisms. Then I said to him, 'Well Alfred, how about my friend Francis here adopts Mattie, and then I adopt you? Then you can play with Matthew all the time! How does that sound?' Alfred then hugged me around my neck tightly and giggled so wildly, shouting 'Yes yes! Oh yes sir!' That was one of the happiest feelings I've ever experienced. It feels like just yesterday, and I never imagined that so soon, Alfred, my son, would be marrying the love of his life just as I had. I know I'm just rambling and reminiscing, but, Alfred, if your mother was here today, she'd be thinking the same thing I am: that you and Matthew, who have been inseparable since you were children, were destined to be together and to be happy. You couldn't have found a more charming, wonderful boy to fall in love with son. Congratulations." Arthur smiled a broken grin and wiped his eyes as casually as possible. Alfred met him off the stage and hugged him tightly as the guests applauded Arthur's speech. Arthur kissed his son on the cheek and went to sit down. He patted Francis on the back, "Your turn chap!" he smiled with red eyes, "Make it snappy, I really need some rum!" he laughed and was seated.

Francis smiled and sighed in preparation. He walked to Alfred with his wine glass in hand and took the microphone with his free hand as they exchanged smiles. As he got up on stage, he smiled at Matthew, who returned the smile without words. Alfred returned to his seat next to his newlywed.

"I don't think this'll be nearly as well said as my good friend's speech, but I'll just say what I know," he sipped from his chalice of red wine, "I have had my relationships here and there, but they were never serious. I never really loved any of the women I was with, so I knew I didn't want a child with any of them. I've always loved taking care of children though, because being around them just gets rid of all the loneliness in my heart. I'd been to the orphanage quite a bit before adopting Matthew, to really decide which child was right for me; but in my mind every time I visited, I always knew Matthew was the one. He was absolutely charming, with his wavy, golden locks and timid indigo eyes. He was always playing with Alfred – Alfred would be the hero, and he'd save Matthew from the danger. It was so cute. Many of my friends were bored of me for constantly talking on and on about Matthew, but they just didn't understand the strong, fatherly love I felt for Matthew – even before he became my son. It was the most pure feeling I've ever felt, and I knew I had to have Matthew in my life after spending time with him just those few visits. I know the most wonderful gift Matthew ever received was for my friend Arthur to adopt Alfred. I can't imagine how Matthew could've lived without Alfred. He talked about his best friend, his hero, Alfred, all the time. It's only natural that after all this time, Matthew and Alfred's friendship and love for each other has become this everlasting bond. Matthew, I love you so much, I'm so happy that you've been able to be part of a serious relationship, and I know that you and Alfred will go far. I hope that you will cherish every moment, and enjoy every wonderful day – and night – with your hero," he winked at Matthew, "And Alfred, take good care of your damsel in distress, oui?"

Matthew blushed furiously, "Papa!" he whisper-yelled.

"Will do, sir," Alfred smiled at Francis and squeezed Matthew's hand lovingly, already beginning to take Francis's advice to cherish everything.

"Then let's make a toast?" Francis went on and raised his wine glass; his audience following, "To having the strength to jump over the hurdles in life; to recognizing how precious and fragile your time with someone is; and to love, in all its many forms."

The invitees echoed him, "To love, in all its many forms!"

Francis and the guests toasted and drank, and Matthew and Alfred shared a strong hug and kiss.

After the stir in the room died down a bit, Matthew and Alfred went to chat with their fathers.

"Dad!" Alfred hugged Arthur.

"Whoa!" Arthur laughed while trying to keep the alcohol from jumping out of his glass.

"Your speech was amazing Dad…thank you," Alfred squeezed him.

"Oh it was nothing, I just made it up as I went along!" Arthur lied for the sake of being humble, "So what are you two doing after this?"

"Well tonight we're just going back home, and tomorrow we're going to start our honeymoon!" Alfred exclaimed quietly.

"Oh really?" Arthur asked, happy for the two of them, "Where do you plan to have it?" he sipped his drink.

"Well Matthew doesn't know, so don't say anything about it!" Alfred whispered, leaning in, "I remember when we were kids that Francis took Matt to Niagara Falls. When he came back home he said it was the most beautiful place he'd ever been to. I've never been, but it's not too far from here in New York right? Besides I've got GPS to give me directions and all the money that we need prepared! And we're going to be there for about a week, so we'll have all the alone time we need!" he blushed.

"Well good for you!" Arthur smiled brightly, "I'm so proud of you. I thought you'd lost all your manners, but this honeymoon plan was very sweet of you. Great job Alfred! You're going to make him so happy," Arthur smiled once more.

"You think so?" Alfred beamed, "I didn't know if it was a good idea or not, you know?" he said.

"It's a brilliant idea son; just wait till you see the look on his face once he sees where you are!"

Alfred sighed contently just thinking about it, "Yeah…. God Dad, I love him so much; I really hope he'll like it. I just don't wanna disappoint him, especially for our honeymoon!" Alfred hugged Arthur again.

Arthur sat his glass down on the table behind Alfred so he could return the hug, "Now, now," he caressed Alfred's back, "stop worrying! Everything will go as you planned and Matthew will be ecstatic, you'll see! Just keep thinking about the overjoyed look on his face once he sees the waterfalls; it'll be very romantic and he'll love it!" he encouraged his son.

"Yeah, he does love romantic stuff," Alfred smiled and released Arthur, "Thanks Dad."

"Anytime son," Arthur smiled back.

Meanwhile, Matthew had gone to talk to Francis, who was chatting with some friends.

"Papa?" Matthew tapped his shoulder. Francis whirled around and hugged his son, lifting him off the ground and swaying him back and forth. His friends left the two alone.

"Matthew, Matthew! Oh Goodness I'm so happy for you!" he let Matthew down and kissed his cheeks, "Oh look at what a handsome young man you've become! And marrying such a handsome man, too! I'm so proud!"

Matthew blushed and chuckled, "Well thanks, Papa," he smiled as Francis let Matthew down and released the hug, "I'm so happy with Alfred, you have no idea!"

"And I'm very happy for you too! So, now that you're married to the man of your dreams, what's your next step?" Francis smiled.

"Well, I'm not so sure…" Matthew pondered.

"Well, do you want to start a family in the future? You know, adopt?"

"Of course! I haven't really put much thought into it because I always knew I would; I always wanted to be a good person like you!"

"Are you kidding! You've grown to be so much better than me!" Francis hugged Matthew and rubbed his back.

"Oh thanks, but you've always been my role model and always will be," Matthew pulled away, with his father's hands still rested on Matthew's shoulders.

"Ah, your beautiful eyes," he held Matthew's face into his hands, "I suppose they belong to Alfred now," he added sadly.

"Papa…you know I'll always be your son. That's good enough isn't it?" Matthew looked up at him softly and happily, holding his hand against Francis's which was still on Matthew's cheek.

"That is much more than enough. Having you as a son means more than anything to me! I love you, Matthew!" Francis kissed his cheek again.

"I love you too Papa!" they hugged once more and Matthew saw Alfred coming towards them. "Psst, Papa…" Matthew held his father's hands and bit his lip in apology as he asked with his eyes for Francis to leave him alone with Alfred.

"You don't have to ask Matthew," Francis smiled kindly and hesitantly let Matthew's hand slip out of his; then he walked off to chat with Arthur.

Matthew sighed with joy, "Al…" he hugged his husband.

"Matthew, I love you so much!" Alfred returned Matthew's hug with an even tighter one.

"Oh God I love you too Al," Matthew rested his head on Al's shoulder and they stood still together as people slowly began to leave.

"I guess the party's almost over. After everyone leaves, we'll go home and get some sleep, 'kay?" Alfred smiled at Matthew.

"S-sleep?" Matthew blushed disappointed.

"Yes, sleep," Alfred chuckled softly, "We'll have plenty of time for other things soon."

That statement grew Matthew's blush further.

Alfred pulled up a chair for Matthew and sat himself in a chair as they waited for everyone to leave.

Matthew yawned, "Al, it's kind of rude that we're not telling everyone goodbye," he rubbed his eyes.

"Well, you look exhausted, so just sit here while I go say goodbye to people as they leave okay?" Alfred suggested kindly.

"Oh," Matthew felt impolite accepting Alfred's suggestion, but he was pretty tired, "Alright, thank you."

"I'll be back in a minute," Alfred stood up and kissed Matthew's forehead before leaving to the door for his goodbyes. Matthew laid his head down onto the table to rest, and ended up falling asleep.

When Matthew woke up, Alfred was carrying him bridal-style to their front door with his keys in his right hand.

"When did I fall asleep?" Matthew rubbed his eyes.

"Oh there you are sleeping beauty!" Alfred grinned while reaching his hand up to the lock to put the key in.

"You can put me down now if it's too much trouble," Matthew blushed.

"Oh please Matt, we just got married! It's only right that I carry you this way," Alfred opened the door and threw his keys on the couch when he got inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He carried Matthew upstairs to their bedroom, dropping him onto the bed and then collapsing onto the bed face first himself. Matthew smiled and sat up, setting his glasses on the bedside table. He rolled Alfred over – with much effort – and sat on top of his hips.

"M-Matt?" Alfred asked. He sounded clueless, but he wasn't oblivious to Matthew's sexual prowess.

Matthew loosened Alfred's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, "Yes Alfred?" he asked mischievously.

"Whatcha doin'?" Alfred gulped.

"Is it really hard to guess?" Matthew's eyes were full of lust and he grinded against Alfred teasingly.

"S-stop!" Alfred unwillingly protested.

"Whadya mean stop?" Matthew tilted his head adorably, not helping Alfred's desire to save the sex for their honeymoon.

"Well, I can see that you're tired!" Alfred gave a bullshit reason for Matthew to pause.

"Well…sure I guess so," Matthew stopped his playful grinding, "but that's no reason to—"

"No! I really want our first night of sex after being married to be as best as it can be! I don't want us to be tired at all!" Alfred fought.

"…Are you serious?" Matthew let go of Alfred's tie, "It's really not that big of a deal Alfred…."

"Honestly it is for me! Is it really that ridiculous to want it to be more romantic? It's really not a bad idea to wait when you think about it!" He nervously went on.

Matthew sighed and rolled off of him, "Okay then, if you really wanna wait…."

Alfred almost groaned aloud from disappointment when Matthew got off of him. If this was for Alfred's own sake, he wouldn't have let this chance slip by; but since he really did want to save it for their honeymoon, he let Matthew go. "Thank you," Alfred exhaled.

"Well there's no reason for me to get all upset, so I won't," Matthew smiled, "But you better expect me to get my revenge tomorrow night." His understanding smile grew into a dirty smirk.

Alfred's eye nearly twitched at the thought of what Matthew might do to him sexually the next night.

Matthew got off the bed and undressed. It took him a few minutes to carefully hang up his wedding suit. Alfred undressed as well and sat his glasses on his own little table next to his bed, but he had carelessly thrown his clothes on the floor. Matthew picked up the clothes without complaint and hung them up as well.

"Well, goodnight," Matthew switched off the bedside lamp and flopped onto the bed, facing Alfred. "I love you," he smiled in the dark.

"I love you too, Matt," Alfred kissed him and then let Matthew find a comfortable position to sleep in. Alfred could honestly sleep in any position possible, but Matthew was picky about what was comfortable enough. They ended up falling asleep with one pair of their hands held, their legs overlapping each other, and their foreheads resting against each other's. Matthew's other hand was under his cheek, and Alfred's arm was resting awkwardly behind him. Alfred snored moderately, but Matthew was used to it. They fell asleep easily and peacefully – exhausted from an exciting, overwhelmingly joyful day.

a/n: Alright well I hope this first chapter wasn't too boring. Its purpose was kinda just to get things rolling :) Thanks for reading and please continue to read! I don't know how long I'm making this story or how long the other chapters will be compared to this one, and I'm not even sure how to end it yet! But as long as I can fend off the writer's block it should go smoothly c: Please please review so I can become a better writer and be encouraged to continue writing! Thank you!