A/N: Hiya! This story was requested by my good friend, Canada's American Sweetheart, so I was happy to comply and give her a sequel to All Is Fair In Love & War.

This does, of course, contain a Prussia x OC pairing, so don't freak out about it. Ciao for now~!

"I'm asking for your permission because I don't want to be rude."

"Really? That is grown up of you. I would have never suspected such seriousness from you."

"I know. Germany said zhat I should clear it up vith you in zhe first place anyvays."

"Da, we've spoken about this a while ago, actually. You seem pretty set on this decision, Prussia."

"It's as certain as I'll ever be in my whole life. I understand you're in charge of her and respect zhat."

"I know you do and I also know the two of you are quite close. At first you were like perfect enemies and now you're like the perfect pair. Quite funny how that turned out, da?"

"Ja."

Russia sat back in his chair and hummed a bit, playing with his scarf for a moment like a bored child. He saw this coming from the beginning. He foresaw the day this would happen and had prepared a discussion in advance. It had been exactly 3 years since his domination over Kyrussia in the Blizzard War, as they dubbed it, but he had been kind enough to allow her connections with Prussia to continue. Each day they wrote letters back and forth and got together every chance they got at meetings.

He saw their bond grow closer and closer until they became inseparable. Their talks got longer, the kisses sweeter, and the feelings stronger. They were like twin firecrackers waiting to go off. Russia didn't take his eyes off the cloth even as he spoke.

"Have you spoken to her about this yet?"

"Nein."

"I see," he yawned. "If you are serious and she agrees, then maybe I'll consider allowing her to return to you. Have you plans for it?"

"Well, I was sorta thinking of zhis." Prussia pulled out pieces of paper and placed them on the desk. "See, I want to surprise her. Make it something to remember, you know? Zhis is my first time doing zhis, but it's vhat I think would be super awesome."

"You've been busy." Russia scanned the papers.

"Duh! I have to make sure everything is perfect."

"You won't have to worry about a thing if she says no."

"I know she'll say yes."

"What makes you so sure?"

Prussia scoffed, "Because I'm awesome zhat's vhy! Und awesomeness should have his second half vith him or else he von't be as awesome as he should be!"

Russia took one last look at the plans and let out a low sigh. He wasn't sure what to do or what to say, so he just nodded and went with it...

"Okay little buddy, all you gotta do is fly in vith zhis vhen you hear me begin zhe conversation. I'll take it from zhere. Got it?"

"Peiiii!"

"Cool! Now go!" Prussia threw Gilbird into the air and watched as he took flight in the peaceful, spring air.

After making sure he had taken action, Prussia journeyed back into the house and went up the stairs. Russia's house was more complicated than Germany's, so the possibility of getting lost easily was 10 to 1. He had to ask Lithuania directions and passed by him 6 or 8 times before realizing he was going in circles. Not bothering to ask again he decided to follow his gut, which led him farther than he intended.

Gilbert was just about to give up when Keira arrived and questioned why he was hitting his head on the wall repeatedly.

"Stupid Russia's stupid house is too stupidly big." He whined.

"Ah, you're lost, ja? You aren't going to get anyvhere doing zhat. Come, I vill show you vhere to go." She turned in the direction he came from.

"You're going zhe wrong way. I just walked down zhat hall."

"Did you now? If you did you vouldn't be here giving yourself brain damage. Follow, now." Keira growled sternly and didn't wait for him to catch up.

She stayed quiet the rest of the way as she showed him the right directions. He side glanced at her and couldn't help but feel small walking beside her. She was a tall girl, abnormally tall for his liking. For this reason he couldn't understand why Germany would not stop talking about her.

Her clothes were strange too. She didn't show much of her femininity and could be mistaken for being a boy from afar. Her deep voice and short hair didn't help much either. She was like his little brother, but more demanding and strict. What intimidated him most, though, was her blind eye. It was a pale, green orb that could see nothing and yet everything. Even when he approached her blind side she always seemed to know where he was. It did more than creep him out.

He had seen her in a tank top and her pants before and was surprised at how pretty she was without her heavy robes. She was muscular like his brother, but bore many scars on her arms. They were battle scars from past struggles, so she wore them with pride. Still, that wasn't what caught his attention. What stopped him each time was her bust size and, after getting a death glare from Keira herself, he found out why she wore so many layers of clothing.

With her normal outfit it was hard to tell she ever had a rack like Ukraine.

"Ve're here." She grumbled.

"Vhat? Oh! Right ja. Danke, Seighild."

She nodded once and was gone. Prussia fixed his posture and quickly inspected his uniform. Clearing his throat he knocked and entered when a voice rang from inside. There have been times when he had not seen Kyrussia for days on end. They had their mini disputes, but they were always quickly cleared up and ended. He was grateful she saw how his mind worked and he was glad to be able to understand her as well. They were like the same sides of different coins.

"Kyrussia? Zhere is something we need to talk about." He made sure to close the door behind him before turning to face her.

Over the years her hair had gotten longer, but what stayed the same was the snowy whiteness of it, the rosiness of her eyes, and her forever (in his opinion, awesome) ambitious attitude. She reminded him of an albino lioness: strong alone, stronger with others to back her up, a beauty in her own complete opposite of her little sister. Keira was more like a black tigress: independent, rare, aggressive and, at times, ruthless. Like a lion, Kyrussia plays with her prey. Like a tiger, Keira goes for the throat. It wasn't hard to get the two confused. Just like Prussia and Germany.

"Prussia! You came to see me." She smiled at him warmly.

"Zhere vould be nobody else whom I'd want to see more zhan you." He did his best to impersonate the romanticism of France.

A small German Shepherd puppy crawled from under the bed and barked wildly at Prussia. She jumped as she yapped and wagged her tail so fast it was hardly visible.

"Blitzkrieg! Shhh!" Kyrussia laughed.

"I'm surprised Russia let you keep her." Prussia picked up the dog and cradled her like a baby.

"She was a gift from you after all. He really didn't have a choice in whether he vanted it or not." Kyrussia went back to the mirror and continued brushing her hair. "Besides, she's a substitute for zhe real thing."

Prussia set the puppy back on the floor and snuck up behind her and rubbed her shoulders, softly pulling back her white locks and kissing her cheek. She giggled as his lips vibrated against her skin. Blitzkrieg whimpered in protest and put her front paws on Gilbert's leg. He almost forgot why he came there and when he was reminded he stood up straight.

"Kyrussia, in all zhese years I have been alive I never thought I'd ever find anyone like you. You are awesome. Almost as awesome as me. Zhe first few months vere rough as we couldn't stand being in zhe same room together, but now I feel like I'm going to die vhen I'm away from you. It's a feeling I can't put into words.

"Vhen Hungary said no to me I felt like I vould never be able to love again. Zhen we started an alliance und it was like gravity made it impossible for me to stay away from you. Once one door closed, another opened. I didn't think zhat behind zhat door, zhe most awesome thing since me vaited."

"Gilbert?" Kyrussia began and heard the sound of flapping wings outside her window.

She got up and opened it, letting in a tired Gilbird. In his beak he held a white and black banded ring with a diamond that sparkled a bright red. He flew straight to Prussia and landed on his head before dropping the ring in his hand. Her eyes followed the bird only to cover her mouth in surprise when she saw him kneeling on one knee with the ring in a velvet, black and white cushioned box.

"To get to zhe point of zhis all," he cleared his throat and held up the box to her, "vill you, Fredericka Starkesilovik, marry me?"