"Oh, but what if I choke!" Whimpered Tino as his best man swatted away his trembling hands and fastened his beautiful cross-shaped cufflinks for him. "What do I do, Eduard! I'm… you know, 'freaking out'!"

"It will be fine, you Finnish fool." Said the Estonian in the dark blue suit; his sky-blue tie popped against the cream-coloured dress shirt. He put the last cufflink into place and smoothed Tino's beautiful black suit over his shoulders, holding back his friend's tremors. "He loves you. And you love him, or else you would still be with Mr. Russia."

"But what if I don't?" Tino asked, grabbing Eduards shoulders in return and shaking him. "What if I can't say it? What if I choke on the 'I do!' like I did when he asked me to say 'I love you'? What then?" Eduard, releasing his friend gently, stepped out of arms reach and smoothed his sleeves.

"Then you know what." He said solemnly and Tino paled a little, swaying faintly.

"TINO! TINO!" Suddenly, Emil came running in, straightening his coat and shirt. On his tail was his puffin, who was spouting out something mildly insulting. He huffed, puffing and sweating faintly under his Icelandic halo of silver hair, and gasped: "YOU'RE ON! HURRY!"

Emil moved back out of the doorway and into the hall, allowing his elder brother to peek in without expression. His pale blond hair was freed from both his cross hairpin and beret, but gel had tamed it back from his face a usual.

"He's right, Tino." Lukas murmured calmly, "His big brother told him, so he has to be."

"Are we really going to do this now?" Emil groaned, throwing up his hands. "It's Tino's big-"

"I can't do it!" Wailed Tino suddenly, diving into the adjoined bathroom for safety. "I'll crack like a raw egg! Just go call it off, Eduard! I'm sorry!" Tino's voice projected through the whole room and, quickly, all three men slammed the dressing room door in fear that someone –worst of all Berwald or Matthias would hear Tino raving. "I don't have what it takes!"

"Tino," Lukas said, knocking on the door. "please. Keep your voice down or Berwald will hear you."

"I… I…" Tino fell silent in the bathroom.

"May I come in?" Luka asked, opening the door slightly. When Tino didn't respond, Lukas went in without warning and told Emil one thing: "Dearest brother mine, stall."

"Oh, for God's sake, Lukas!" Emil left. His grumbling and complaining could be heard for at least a minute once he left, which worried Eduard more about Tino being heard, but Lukas' low voice was just an indefinite murmur. He picked up his best friend's discarded shoes, giving their tips a final shine, and readied them by the door. Tino's envelope f vows sat on the table, forgotten in the Finn's panic, and Eduard toyed faintly with the idea of reading them before he left to check on everyone else.