Hello, people! There is another translation of a fic of mine, this time, a K2 fic named "Marry me!". The reason of this translations is because of a fic exchange between Animegrl421 (WritingSP on tumblr) and I. She would publish today or tomorrow here on Fanfiction and on Tumblr a fic about the threesome formed for Kyle, Butters and Trent Boyett; I wrote about that threesome before, but on my mother language (the Spanish), but I'm happy to read on another language a fic about those three. XD.

By the way, Animegrl421, this translation could be sucks; I'm out of practice in that way :-(, so, if you understand the whole thing, well, I would be happy of know that ^_^. It's a kind of fluff, cursi a little bit, but well... A big hug for you! Enjoy it!

Vicka.

P.S: The following charachters belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Marry Me!

Dedicated to: Animegrl421, thetalentlesswriter and ShinigamiStateofTheArt89. A big hug for you!

Kenny was a little nervous; he didn't know what words had to choose to tell him what was what to tell to the beautiful and delicate red-haired boy whom was sitting in front of him on the table of the most expensive restaurant of Paris.

Both, he and Kyle, had travelled to Paris as its universities exchange students; Kenny was studying architecture in University of Colorado while Kyle was studying journalism at Harvard. Their stay in the French capital had served both to lock friendships and to be able to live more because, while both were dating from the third year of high school, they were not been able to seen each other a couple of years ago.

Now, in those moments, Kenny thought already in the next step, although it was not sure that the red-haired thought the same.

- Kenny? –Kyle asked very concerned - are you ok?

With the sweat on his forehead, Kenny sighed and replied:

- I'm fine, honey. It's just that... Ehmmm...

- What?

- It is only that... Oh, goddammit!

Without more preamble, he pulled out of his pocket a crimson small box and, opening it up, said these words:

- Kyle James Broflovski... I... I... W-would you marry me?

Kyle looked at him too surprised; the dependants, whom stopped their social activity by observing the curious scene that developed between the two men, began to murmur about if the red-haired would accept or not the proposal for the boy. With a smile on his face, the red-haired pulled out of the box the golden ring with silver details and, embedding it in his ring finger, he said:

- I was beginning to wonder when you could ask that to me.

- T- that means... That means that it is a Yes?

The red-haired boy nodded.

Kenny could not fit of joy; lifting table in an untimely manner, he hugged Kyle and kissed him with tenderness and passion instead the applause and cheers of the guests.

Nothing could improve that night that the fact of knowing that, at the end, they may attach their lives forever in the not-too distant future.