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"Yeah... I think I am." he said very sure of himself. Belarus stood there kind of in shock for a moment. She played with the sleeves of her dress and with the blade hidden in between the fabric.
"Like... with out any political ties. You just want to get married to me. To Natalya?..." she asked. Al stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded.
"Yes." he said again.
A marriage between two nations that wasn't strictly political was anything but common. If they had actually gone through with it, it would make them the second couple ever to do so (coming right after Elizeveta and Roderick who had gotten married about six years ago).
After the initial shock she crossed her arms and gave a slight grin.
"Alfred. Alfred. Alfred. My sweet amierykanski." she said as she strolled towards him, shaking her head.
"The fact that you think I'm going to take a proposal like that one, is sad." she started.
"If you want me to marry you, you better give me a proper proposal." she gave him a quick kiss and walked to the wooden door.
She balled her hand to a fist and gave it one big bang. The screech of about 30 to 40 children and their uncle arouse.
"And maybe you can get some help from your brats." she said jokingly and with a (dare I say) giggle in her voice.
Alfred smiled at her, watching as she left.
~Two Days~
"Why are we doing this again?..." Arthur asked.
France had him by the hand and was dragging him through the huge mall. It was nearly 10am on a Saturday and France had woken him up at eight-thirty so they could spend an hour driving to his countries biggest shopping center.
"Did you not hear me in the car ride over here?" The Frenchmen exaggerated.
Britain rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes... I just need another reason to hit you for waking my up at such a dreadful hour on my day off." he said yawning. Francis sighed.
"Alfred is having a party for a few of his children and he invited us to come." he started again.
"Why would he invite us when he said that he didn't want us to see them?..." Arthur said looking around as he got pulled.
France shook his head, very irritated. The Brit was clueless in the morning.
"Because we're apart of the group Germany put together to meet his children." he explained.
He stopped at a kiosk and bought Arthur a coffee.
"Matthew texted me a list of what the girls names are and what they like."
Arthur nodded as he listened to Francis go on. Something inside him told him that today would be a long day.
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