Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh.

A/N: Thanks to Stalker of Stories for being my beta for this chap.

THE PROPOSAL

It was a delightfully happy morning in Shin Makoku. The birds were chirping, Princess Greta and her five year old were playing with new stuff toys in the royal garden, courtesy of Gwendal and Anissina of course, Conrart was contently watching the princesses as he relaxed into the comforting arms of Yozak. The spy planted a kiss on top of the brown haired man's head, Conrart sighing in content. Overall, it was a very peaceful morning, a rare occurrence considering the time. It was typically the time when the Maou and his future consort would start their loud squabbles over the minutest of things, usually about the Demon King being unceremoniously naïve about other people's flirtatious behavior toward him.

Yes, the King, now twenty-one years of age in earth but one hundred five in Shin Makoku Standards, although is of age still is extremely gullible when it comes underhanded tricks. Although, as painful as it sounds, he is completely stupid when it comes to the art of deception, he is one who had won the hearts of many nations, not including Big and Small Cimaron, and unified almost half the world. He even founded the first ever League of Nations in this alternate realm, happy that there was now a running place where International Disputes could be settled with peacefully and help given to those in need.

However, as of the moment, the king is the one in need of help as an angry fireball, red as the temper of the future consort, threatened to hurl itself on to the very King himself. Now, Lord Wolfram Von Bielefield knows the limits of the King. That a fireball this size will not kill the now very powerful Maou but it would surely hurt. It seemed the peaceful atmosphere was about to broken.

"Yuuri, you despicable lech! I leave you for one second and you come this close to smooching with some gold digging, social climbing whore disguised as an Ambassador of Goodwill. You cheating, hormonal, insufferably gullible, lecherous, stupid wimp!"

Yuuri held up both hands in front of him, attempting to shield himself from impending doom.

"Wolfram, no! I swear I wasn't cheating! She just spilled her drink on me and offered to help me dry off. I swear I wasn't planning on flirting or anything else you might be thinking!"

It was a near-desperate attempt as he saw the fireball grow ever bigger. How did things turn out this way? The morning had started peaceful as he woke up to a painful punch in the gut. Just when he was to tell Wolfram off, he found the sleeping form of the blond brat beauty simply captivating, and soon found himself staring. The triple B (blond brat and beautiful of course…) woke up to his staring and stared back. A happy and peaceful atmosphere ensued. But all of a sudden shouting occurred and this happened.

"Not cheating? How dare you call it that when I found you in OUR bedchambers, your robe half off and her on top of you? You lousy, good for nothing, oblivious king!"

Yuuri's eyes widened as he searched his mind for the right words and attempt to convince Wolfram not to end his manly life prematurely. He wanted to adopt more daughters, have more adventures with the royal brothers, and watch Wolfram stuff himself with all the chocolate and sweets at the royal kitchen at midnight, not to mention get married. But then again, his marriage will most likely be with Wolfram so he might as well learn survival tactics to preserve his life.

"She fell on top of me all of a sudden! I swear I wasn't planning on anything! Besides, I just wanted to get the dressing part over with so I can give you my gift."

Yep, it was on the party for Lord Von Bielefield's one hundredth birthday that he managed to royally piss of the said blond brat prince. Oh now, he really was gonna get it. Then he had a brilliant idea. It always works on Gwendal. If it works on Gwendal, it will surely work on Wolfram! His eyes lit up at his brilliant idea. Now to test it out.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram said in his dark voice, preparing for the final hurl, eyes wet with tears. He was all ready to cry and hurl the fireball when… when…. That despicable strategy…. That… that… those…

"Yuuri... Have you no honor?" he desperately fought for control.

"It's called survival tactic. I don't want to die yet, Wolf… ram. Ahehehehehe…."

"Don't ahehehehe me. You won't escape your fate next time." The blond muttered, completely giving on Yuuri's puppy eyes and goofy grin. That despicable technique the wimp always uses on his older brother and everyone else to escape something he doesn't feel like doing. It was so underhanded but Yuuri looked absolutely adorable doing it. Sighing, he sat next to the king and closed his eyes.

Yuuri, sensing that he was, at last, out of danger, started to crawl out of bed when he felt a firm grip on his wrist. Sighing, he went back beside Wolfram and started explaining. He owed the noble prince an explanation anyway.

"I did not want to go out there with a stain on my shirt. She offered to help me to make up for her mistake. I didn't see anything wrong with it but I didn't think she would suddenly lose her balance on me and that's when you came I really did want to give you my gift after that though. However, you were too pissed off that I was afraid you'd destroy it in your anger. Anyway…" he reached for the side table and produced a small box wrapped in a shiny silver gift wrapper with a black ribbon on it.

Wolfram eyed it conspicuously, scrutinizing it as if it would bring destruction to the whole of Shin Makoku. Yuuri nervously gulped when the blond finally decided to open the black box. He closed his eyes in fear when he heard a gasp and a groan.

"Ano, Wolfram, you could just return it to me if you don't like it. I can have it replaced if you don't like the color or a different design. I swear I will kill that Daikenja when I see him. This is entirely his fault. Wolfram, don't kil…. Waah! Wolfram?"

Wolfram had never been so happy in all one hundred years of his life! The wimp had just given him jewelry! Jewelry! With green stones on it! The king's intentions finally swayed in his favor. The blond prince's eyes lit up, practically glowing as he excitedly sat on Yuuri's lap, face mere inches from Yuuri's with a rather big grin on his face. The King gulped.

"Wo…Wolfram?" Yuuri's eyes blinked. What had gotten into his fiancé? It was like he ate a slice of chocolate cake or something. "What are you…. uhmm….."

"You really want to do it? I guess you are not a wimp anymore, asking me this on my birthday of all times. It's the best wedding gift ever, Yuuri!" he shouted with glee, then went on babbling about something Yuuri had completely tuned out after the words "wedding gift".

Shaking, not only his voice but also his hand…

"What do you mean wedding gift? I didn't just accidentally set a wedding or something right?"

'What have I gotten myself into?'

"You just asked me to mother a child Yuuri. Don't tell me you want to impregnate me without matrimony, you wimp? Answer me!"

"Wha-wha-what?"