Thailand carried his new "wife" back to his European style castle.

"So, we're gonna make babies, right?" Poland smiled sweetly. "Like… REALLY going to make babies?"

Thailand sighed, laying Poland onto the soft, plush bed before lying down himself. He stroked away a strand of Poland's blond hair from his porcelain face. "Of course, of course; I promised you this, didn't I?"

"Mm, yeah, you did…" Poland yawned lazily, rolling over to his back, putting his hands on his abdomen. "This is where babies wait in their mommies, right, Thailand?"

Scooting closer to his lover, he grinned before snaking his arms around the blonde's torso. "That's correct, my love."

"And I'm going to be… a mommy..?"

"Yes."

"…"

After some thought, Poland piped up again. "Thailand…"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Can we… um… start now?"

Thailand sat up, still looking at his mate's perfect, green eyes. He inhaled calmly, holding out a hand to the Pole. The blonde had no choice but to take the invitation and be pulled up into sitting position.

"What exactly do we do..?" He asked, staring at Thailand's jet-black hair with curiosity. "Oh! Oh! And how do you keep your hair that spiky all the time?" The Asian man had to slap himself mentally for that question.

"My hair is not the main focus, Poland." Thailand warned softly, swiping his thumb across the Pole's cheekbone. "I'll show you… all you have to do is follow along… OK?" With that, Poland's lips twitched into a pout.

"But what if I try to and then I fail and like, TOTALLY fail? And then it's going to be a disaster and then you're not gonna be happy and there's no happily-ever-after story and we won't be able to make any babies-," his babbling was cut off by a pair of lips landing on his own.

"Mm," Thailand broke the kiss. "You shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, rạk k̄hxng c̄hạn." he smiled very cautiously, as if trying to coax his "wife".

"Rack what?" Poland asked, confused. "What's that?"

"My darling…" Thailand translated, embarrassed. "I said 'my darling'." The princess was pleased.

"Ah! OK, mój słodki miód!" He thought a bit. "You don't mind me calling you that, do you?" the Pole looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.

The brown-eyed man grinned gently. He knew this was going to happen. No matter how dumb Poland would sound, he knew it was really just a sign of endearment. Nothing could explain the blonde's personality.

"I'm fine with that," he replied.

"Let's move on… please?" Poland giggled as Thailand pushed him back onto the bed with a small growl.

"Mmhmm," Poland pushed Thailand's face back for a second. "I love you,"

"I love you, too…" his husband pecked the green-eyed boy's lips once more. "Feliks…"

~*~

Princess Poland awoke to the sounds of water swooshing back and forth. He remembered that the castle he now lived in was right next to the beach; memories of last night's activities filled his mind, making him smile.

"I'm totally going to live happily ever after," he announced, cuddling next to Thailand.