I woke up one morning with this dream kind of lingering in my mind. It was a rather sweet dream.
It had just been an normal night for them. They were curled up on Canada's couch, watching baseball which had been changed to hockey which had been changed back, only to be changed back several times before they decided to watch some old movie that America had declared was an classic.
They watched as the main guy suddenly proposed to the girl and how she cried and they hugged and kissed and it was a happy ending. Matthew watched it neutrally, not hating it but not loving it like Alfred seemed to be either. Just as he grabbed another handful of popcorn and begin to eat it, Alfred turned to him.
"Hey Mattie, will you marry me like that?"
To say Matthew was surprised was an understatement. He ended up choking on the popcorn, dropping the bowl which had been in his lap at the moment onto the ground, and was forced to have the Heimlich maneuver by his brother
.
"W-What?" He wheezed when his throat was finally clear.
It wasn't the first time Alfred had asked Matthew had asked him to marry him. There had been that one time during the war of 1812 when he had asked Canada to leave their father figure and join with him, America and only to be rejected and burn down York because of it. It had been a bitter time and thought for both so why was he trying this again?
"Alfred, no. You know Canada and America can't become one union. We're best as allies and neighbors." Matthew sighed, beginning to feel a headache.
"I don't mean America and Canada; I mean us! Alfred and Matthew. Would you marry me if it had nothing to do with our countries and was just us?" Alfred's voice sounded strangely serious, eager, and a little worried to Matthew's ears. It was so weird though, because his other half was usually so confident and it made him take Alfred's strange question so much more seriously.
Would he marry Alfred if he could? Would their relationship be able to deal with that of a married one? Sure they had been dating for a couple years now (it was still a surprise to the both of them they were able to keep it a secret for this long) and he really did love the other. Sure they would piss each other off and fight but that was pretty normal and they always made up in a matter of days. Hell, they basically lived with each other as it was.
So could he pledge himself, not his country but himself, to Alfred in holy matrimony?
"Y-yeah." He breathed. "Yeah, I would."
All the nervousness on Alfred's face washed away and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to kiss Matthew all over but instead he stood up from the couch and knelt down on the ground in front of him, not caring that he was kneeling in fallen popcorn and fumbled with his pocket before pulling out a small box and opening it with shaking hands.
"Matthew Williams, will you do me, Alfred F. Jones, the honor of marrying me?"
The only answer was a tackle to the ground and a kiss on the lips.