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Summary: Oh how he loves her… but how can he make her fall for him with her freaking out every time he's in the vicinity. Nyotalia one shot. The third installment for the Song fic series.

Marry you


Marishka Braginski thinks she's insane.

How could she not think of it? If agreeing to his brother's lunch invitation is an indication of her deluded sanity.

She had agreed… AGREED! And now they are sitting opposite in her favorite restaurant, Nikolai even allowed her to bring her shovel just for assurance.

"So… um… h-how's it going in y-your place, da?" she asked, Nikolai didn't answer he just sit there and stare at her which unnerved her greatly.

It's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes?

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby?

I think I wanna marry you

He's wondering when and where did this obsession on her started and why was he hell bent on making her his. It's simple really; he loves her oh so much that it borders on obsession. Creepy isn't it?

Well, I know this little chapel

On the boulevard we can go

No one will knowOh, come on girl
Who cares if we're trashed

Got a pocket full of cash we can blow

Shots of patron and it's on, girl

He would do anything for his sister to acknowledge his feelings and if ever anyone would go against his wishes he/ she would surely become his instant pin cushion and nope just to let you know he wasn't jealous… he's just protecting what was rightfully his.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready

'Cause it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey babyI think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby

I think I wanna marry you

He has everything ready from the venue, entourage, list of guest, the rings heck… even the wedding gown his sister would wear, he has it all planned and ready all he needs is the acceptance from his sister.

I'll go get a ring

Let the choir bells sing like

Ooh, so what ya wanna do?

Let's just run, girl
If we wake up and you

Wanna break up, that's cool

No, I won't blame youIt was fun, girl

How if you asked did he prepare such tedious deed when he's the only one who wants this? Well, let's just say that the Baltics are exhausted after this and up to the point some of them would hypervilate every time the word 'wedding' is mentioned.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready

'Cause it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey babyI think I wanna marry you
Is it the look in your eyes

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, babyI think I wanna marry you

Just say I doTell me right now, baby

Tell me right now, baby, baby
Just say I doTell me right now, baby

Tell me right now, baby, baby, oh

"I want to tell you something, I hope you don't mind" Nikolai finally asked after a long period of just quietly eating, drinking, sitting and staring.

"Oh… s-sure, what is it, da?" she answered getting suspicious but decided to permit her brother to ask. Then suddenly Nikolai reached out his hand to grasp hers and stares into her eyes.

"Sister… marry me!"

And without a second thought she bolted out of her seat, out of the shop and run for the sake of her chastity and sanity all the while screaming.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" while Nikolai creepily chuckled rape face on, left a couple of bills on the table and skipped after his sister mentally chanting.

"Marry me… marry… marry… marry me!"