It was Philip's wedding with his childhood sweetheart, everything was going according to the perfectly thought out plans, a true fairytale for Philip and Martha, well.. or so they thought.

Alex, already half drunk, walked past a man who was about to take his drink from the bartender, and he snatched it right out of grasp, grinning as he walked away, both men looking at him, baffled.

"Whiskeyy," he drawled, chuckling as he took a sip, before slouching down on the scarlet velvet-padded couch, legs spread out almost indecently.

Henry was busy talking to an elderly gentleman, and Alex saw that as the perfect opportunity to go talk to the prince.

he got up, stumbling towards the prince. "Henryy!"

"Long time no see," he chirped.

he dodged the elderly man, clinking his glass against the prince's flute filled with bubbles, before setting it down near the cake.

"..Alex." Henry deadpanned.

"Killer wedding, man.." Alex took another sip of his whiskey.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself." The prince said.

"Oh, yeah.. who doesn't love a little Mozart?" Alex grinned.

"Actually It's.. Schubert."

"You gotta wonder how many families you could feed with what this cake cost.." he slurred, leaning back against the table the cake was on, his back thudding on the wooden surface.

Henry, fed up, sighed. "Well.. probably not as many as if you'd put your shoes on auction."

"Rude.. Tell me something, your Majesty-" he grabbed the glass, realising it was covered in whipped cream, and rapidly hid it behind his back.

Henry turned. "Yes, Alex."

Alex cleared his throat. "Did your parents send you to snobbery school or does looking down on people come naturally to you?

Henry scoffed. "Well, in your case, I'd say it's rather inevitable.."

"We are the same height!" Alex thundered.

"If you say so, Alex.. great to see you,"

"You too, your Majesty." Alex narrowed his eyes.

"Actually, it's your Royal Highness, your Majesty is a title reserved for the king," Henry corrected.

"Oh, thanks for the etiquette lesson!" Alex retorted sarcastically.

"You're desperately in need of one." Henry whisper-yelled, jabbing two fingers on Alex's chest, before turning to leave.

"You know what-" Alex grabbed Henry's shoulder with the same hand covered in whipped cream, gasping, his mouth going wide in realization.

Henry turned his head slowly to look at his shoulder, mouth going gape aswell.

"Aaah.. I.. am.. so.. soo sorry-" Alex whispered, wiping at the prince's coat, scooping the cream in the whiskey glass he had handed to Henry.

Henry looked around, praying to whatever merciful god nobody saw them, but realized people were beginning to grow aware.

Henry pushed Alex away "get!.." he grunted, pulling his handkerchief out and attempting to wipe at the cream, but only made it worse.

They whispered between themselves as they struggled to clean the splotch of whipped cream.

Everyone's eyes were on them.

Until..

"I got it!" Henry yelled, tugging his handkerchief towards him, causing Alex to fall backwards, into the cake.

Everyone gasped, but fortunately, nothing happened to the massive 12 tier cake.

..yet.

In fact, Alex pulled Henry down with him, who in attempt to save himself from falling, tugged at the tablecloth underneath the cake, both of them ending up on the floor anyways..

a terrifying creak.

Henry slowly looked up, and saw it tilt towards them.

then, the cake collapsed.

Everyone screamed and gasped.

Philip, was red-faced.

"HENRY!" he screamed.