An UsUk oneshot for you, omake included~
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
America's POV
"Hey, England?" he raised his eyes for a moment "You know where we should go? Vegas" that definitely woke him up. Choking on air, he jumped from the bed, taking the bedsheets with him to cover himself up. I tugged on them to see his naked body, and grinned. But he wasn't on the right mood. He started to blush darkly.
"What the bloody hell do you mean by that, you git?!" oh my God, wasn't he adorable? I smiled
"They wouldn't recognize us as countries, we could use our human names"
"Why would we?" I shrugged
"Admit it, we already are like a married couple. We almost…" he threw a pillow to my face and I laughed "See? We even bicker like… hmpf!"
"S-s-shut up! W-we do not! A-a-and I-I r-refuse to marry you!"
"Why?"
"B-because" he was being stubborn. I sighed, looking down.
"Okay, I guess the easy way was a bit too forward." he blinked
"H-huh? What do you mean, the easy way…? H-hey, Alfred!"
I got up, not bothering on putting on clothes, and I heard him stuttering something like 'At least give a man a warning, dammit...' I opened a drawer and found what I was looking for. I held the box in one hand and a red rose in the other, kneeling in the floor at his feet with a tender smile.
"Arthur Kirkland, will you marry me?" the ring was nice, silvery and simple, nothing too bright. He had so much blood on his face he seemed just ready to collapse. He had to sit on the bed, even. I waited, nervously glancing at him and at the floor in loops.
"You've lost your mind, right?" he extended his hand to take the ring and place it on his finger. "You know we can't, right?"
"I don't care… And, apparently, neither do you" I pointed out as I got up to push him to his back on the bed and straddle him. He blushed, but let me kiss him "Or do you?" he looked aside.
"I… don't mind, dammit. O-of course I'll marry you… But no in Vegas!"
"... huh? Would you prefer a big wedding? Well, nothing wrong with that, but I thought you wouldn't want other countries to know… I'll start calling people then… Ah, and maybe I'll ask France to find you a dress, I've always wanted to see you in…"
"Never! No! Leave the frog out of this!" I grinned
"I will…" he stretched his eyes, suspicious "... if you agree to a big wedding." he blushed even more.
"You planned all of this, right?" I grinned again.
"C'mon, it can't be that bad." he pouted
"Y-you bloody git…"
"Does that mean you accept the deal?" I asked innocently, as I watched him blush even more. God I loved him.
OMAKE
"It was a cute wedding, wasn't it?"
"Germany is right, ve~!" Romano only grunted something to agree.
"What was France complaining about, though?" asked Spain.
"Something like 'America didn't let me help with decorations' or something like that… Totally un-awesome if you ask me, kesesesesese…" they could still hear France whining in the distance:
"Mais, l'Amerique, why didn't you let me at least design your clothes?! Think of how cute Anglaterre would have looked in a dress!" and, of course, the answer was…
"In your fucking dreams, frog!"
So :3 did you like it?
Did you think France should have dressed Iggy? I think he should have :(
Dedicated to Akiko-senpai because I know, I know, I'm late with our RP reply uwu
~Lena Lawlipop
