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Stiflingly tight suits, flowy ball gowns that trail inches behind the ladies—this was everything Prince Dazai of Britain was accustomed to.

Not so much Chuuya, who, up until the past four years, was just a normal citizen.

Yet, now, being the son of the president of the United States, he, of course, was no stranger to an invitation to a formal event where he’d have to be in such attire and present for news articles or photographs—but the royal wedding? Between Prince Oda and his childhood sweetheart—that was a one for the books. (~~Not exactly positively, either~~).

Entering the wedding, Chuuya snagged himself a drink and flopped down on one of the couches, already rather tipsy.

When his hazy gaze snagged on a familiar head of perfect chestnut curls, he sprung up, almost stumbling over in the act.

“Dazaai!” he exclaimed.

Once he miraculously managed to make his way over to Dazai, Chuuya gave him a wonky smile. “What’s up? Long time no seee—“ he dodged one of the waiters that passed swiftly by with drinks.

As Chuuya roughly clinked their glasses together, Dazai sneered.

“…Chuuya.” he greeted back formally.

“Killer wedding, man,” Chuuya said as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a brief swig.