Listen, guys, I was thinking about it and I realised that there are barely ANY proposal scenes for pairings on fanfiction. You know, there are confession scenes, drabbles, and even wedding scenes, but NO PROPOSALS! This made me sad, because I love proposals (I show up at weddings I'm not invited to sometimes) so I thought I might write some! The thing is, I don't know what couples you guys like, so you need to tell me what couples you want to see. There are only a few rules:

1) I will not take anything with Sealand, Latvia or Liechtenstein for obvious reasons. (hint: They're kids!)

2) I will also not take Itacest, Germacest, Americest or any incest pairing I've forgotten. However, stuff like Spamano, UsUk, and Franada don't count, because they're technically not blood-related. Not my fault, I'm just abiding by marriage rules here.

3) Finally, I will not take OC pairings, because I don't know any of your OCs well enough.

I'm going to start off with my own OTP, GerIta. Because they are so adorable, I could scream. Ciao!

"So, Germany, then Romano told Spain that he was going to burn the entire tomato garden if he didn't-," the Italian babbled excited, relating his brother's latest drama queen fit to Germany. Germany watched, nodding every now and then, but his thoughts were on something completely different; the little black box in his pocket.

The night had gone surprisingly well; Italy had eaten the biggest plate of spaghetti he could order, and hadn't spilt it all down his front and he had actually dressed up well, in white jeans, a white shirt and a plum waistcoat. He looked completely gorgeous, and every girl in the restaurant had turned around to stare at him. Italy had ignored them all, though, having only eyes for Germany.

The waitress who had taken them to their seats and taken their orders would have made for a very good friend of Hungary's; she smiled when she saw them together and talked to Italy as she walked through the restaurant to their table.

"So, handsome here taking you out for a meal, or are you paying?" she asked, and Italy went pink.

"He's paying," he mumbled. "And he is handsome, isn't he?" He smiled fondly.

"Totally," said the chatty waitress. "You two are adorable together! How long've you been a couple for?"

"Um, two years?" said Italy, turning round to confirm it with Germany, who nodded.

"Lovely. So what's your name?"

"It- Feliciano," Italy corrected himself. "And this is Ludwig."

They were now walking down the strand, hand in hand. They'd got quite a few looks; a few people had scoffed and scowled, a few had looked the other direction, and one group of girls started grinning and squealing and making love hearts with their hands. Germany had smiled a little at that; it was a bit annoying, but it was nice to know that some people accepted them, while most of the world didn't.

Italy's hand was warm and small, and fitted perfectly inside the German's. Germany watched as he spoke, his perfect lips moving so fast it would be impossible to stop them. His browny-red hair was messed up from the sea air, except for that one curl that stuck out from the side. Germany remembered the time that, wondering what on earth the thing was, he pulled the curl sharply when Italy was talking too much. The curl was particularly useful when Italy was being stubborn…

Germany shook his head. Not now! Mein gott, you're about to propose to him! You don't have time to think about anything else! What are you even going to say?

"Italy?" he asked, and the man turned around.

"Yes, Doitsu?" he said, his usual perfect, innocent self.

"I- I'm not quite sure how to do this, but I thought doing it in public would be better, because that will show the world how much I love you," he said slowly.

"Do what?" asked Italy, confused, and Germany got down on one knee.

At that moment, a few things happened. The entire strand stood still; the people walking froze, the teenagers who were chatting stopped, and everyone turned to look at the couple. Italy froze and brought a hand up over his open mouth, his amber eyes big. Germany took a deep breath and began.

"Feliciano Veneziano Vargas," he began, taking hold of the Italian's free hand. "I love you with every bone in my body. You are the most beautiful thing on this planet, in my opinion, and every morning when I wake up, I thank God for making you mine. I love your smile, your laugh, your personality; I love everything about you, everything that makes you you. I want to wake up every morning and see you next to me, to come home from work every day and find you there, to have you in my life forever. Because the truth is Feli, without you I have no life. You're all I live for now."

Here Germany stopped and put a hand into his pocket and pulled out a little black box, and Italy's eyes widened even more. The German opened it to show a simple gold ring, which he took out and held in trembling fingers.

"So, Feliciano," he said, looking up to meet the Italian's eyes. "Will you marry me?"

Italy nodded, still in shock, and Germany slipped the ring on his finger. As soon as it was on, he took his hand away from his mouth and smiled. Germany stood up, and Italy immediately pulled him forwards, pressing his lips against his fiancé's. Germany pulled Italy closer to him, and they broke apart not for air, but because they suddenly realised that everyone was watching.

As soon as they broke apart, a cheer was heard from the opposite side of the strand walkway. They turned, still in each other's arms, to see the girls from earlier. The tallest girl, with short ginger hair, was clapping. As she clapped, her friends joined in too, and then the group of boys next to them, and then the crowd inside the coffee shop, and then everyone else. Italy grinned, and Germany smiled too. Hand in hand, they turned and walked off to their car.

"Doitsu?" Italy asked, as they reached the car.

"Ja?"

"You know what you said back there? About how I'm so beautiful and your reason for living, and all that stuff?"

"Ja?"

"You do mean it, right?" he asked, his face falling a bit.

Germany turned to look at him, taking his perfect face in his hands. For a moment, they simply stared into each other's eyes, amber into blue, until Germany spoke.

"With all my heart," he said softly, pulling Italy towards him till their lips met.

Well? If you liked it review with the name of your OTP (or just some random pairing you want to see) and I will try and write something as cheesy as that story! When I write GerIta, it just ends up as pure cheese, or fluff, or whatever. Sorry…

The stories I will probably write best, because I ship the pairings, are GerIta, UsUk, Rochu, Giripan, PruAus (although I can write PruCan when forced), Franada (if I concentrate), SuFin, DenNor and my all-time favourite, Spamano. However, I'm growing to like Iceland/Hong Kong (don't know the name) more by the moment. And you guys can submit what you want really.

Review guys, this is only here for you!