Nihao, aru! Here's Chapter 3 of "Marry Me?" I'm sorry if this chapter seems choppy—I'm not very good at romance and the likes, as well as how Sealand/Peter behaves o\\o Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Wei Xiang C:

Chapter 3

Peter's hand gripped mine a bit too painfully as the apparent truth sank into his mind—I paled from what England had told us. "Y-You're kidding, right?" Peter asked with a shaking voice.

England, on the other hand, looked amused, "Well, this could be interesting. Don't worry—you're only going to be stuck to each other for twenty four hours. A bit less than that, but you've still got a full twenty three hours to yourselves. It'll be fine." England was carefree and started to took to Gong Dou who seemed to worry a bit.

My heart pounded loudly as I tried to think about what England had said—the spell would last for twenty three hours and a lot of minutes. Peter and I needed to take our showers, have our daily meals, and all that other stuff. Not to mention, we had to sleep together if this was going to go into the night. My right hand was free while Peter's hand had been tied to my left. We were both right handed and needed to be fed, so I was going to have to fee him…? I felt my face go warm—I didn't want to think of the situation any further, but it couldn't be helped; we were stuck.

"W-Who's room should we stay in…?" I muttered, trying my best not to attract England's attention.

"We'll stay in mine," he yanked at my hand and led me towards the exit. "I have an idea on what to do that might get us unstuck." I nodded silently and we rushed out of the room. The streets of Italy sure were busy and full of carefree people. We went into the large hotel next door to the meeting—this was where all the nations stayed at if they were staying for a second meeting. We traveled to the fifth floor and entered a room to the left of the elevator, in the center of the left side of the hallway.

"Okay," he said, when he locked the door. We sat down on his bed and were quiet. I bit my lip—what was his idea on getting us unstuck? I didn't want to be rude and ask him what it was immediately. I would wait for him to calm down and listen to him when he had something to say. But still, I couldn't look directly into his eyes. Time passed and the busy streets of North Italy couldn't even access through my mind—all I could think about was what Peter might do to me; none of them seemed like positive ideas.

"So," Peter said, and my right leg kicked the side of the bed in surprise. "I've been thinking about how we were going to try and break apart our hands." I nodded. He didn't seem to be that bothered by it—his voice a bit dull. "I'm going to kiss you again," he said, and I felt him shift towards me—I didn't dare turn around still. "But I'm going to need you to cooperate." I definitely did not want to turn around.

"F-France told me about what two lovers do after they kiss," he stuttered and I wanted to to see his blushing face but still did not dare to turn around. There was a small pause and then he sighed, "Why aren't you looking at me?" I felt a chill run through my spine and my back straightened even higher, if that was possible.

He yanked my left hand which made me lean to my left and I leaned—although it seemed like a was yanked—into his right shoulder. I felt my face warm up more as his hand held my right shoulder. I absolutely could not look at him—I was too embarrassed to face him. Apparently, it didn't matter. He bent down to catch a glimpse of my face and my eyes immediately snapped shut. "Look at me, Kai," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

My eyes threatened to open but stayed firmly shut when I felt the soft pair of lips on mine again. Well, he did warn me earlier, right? Still… I was taken aback by surprise and tried to gasp for air. Then, I felt something on top of my tongue—my body felt all warm when I realized it was his own tongue. His hand slid from my arm and grabbed my hand which was pretty smart because I started to feel panicky when I found out that I was being bound.

He extracted for a quick breath and I opened my eyes. I squinted and felt that I couldn't trust him anymore, but his voice made my heart beat hard, "Come on, Kai, cooperate." He pressed his lips against mine again and this time I knew that I had to keep my mouth shut—I wasn't used to what he had done earlier and I was unprepared for a round two. He knew I was going to oppose and abandoned attacking the inside of my mouth. Instead, he sucked on my bottom lip and I quivered a bit—my mouth parted slowly and he seized the opportunity to invade my mouth again.

I moaned terrifyingly as his tongue wrapped around my own. His voice and the request he asked from earlier resounded in my mind, Come on, Kai, cooperate. Although reluctant, I started to move my own tongue. I still didn't dare to open my eyes but I felt his tongue hesitate a bit before it started to explore into my mouth trying to be dominant. I felt his fingers wiggle in my left hand before it slid out and caressed my cheek gently while the other hand held my back, no longer threatening to hold me down.

I relaxed and we separated once again. I still didn't dare to stare into his eyes but I opened my eyes halfway and stared at our hands. With a shaky laugh, I held mine up in front of him, "Look, we're separated," I whispered, not trusting my voice which felt like it would crack.

His hands dropped and with his right hand, he held my left and held it to his cheek. "Your hands are smooth," he said and eyed them while licking his lips. Whoa, is this really Peter? I thought, as I brought back my hand.

"Th-thank you," I stuttered, feeling wary of Peter. He didn't seem normal. With a deep inhale, I mustered the courage to look him in the eye finally. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce through my glowing pink and I had the urge to turn away when I remembered what I wanted to say, "I-I-I n-need t-to g-go take a sh-shower…" Not the smoothest way to a getaway, but I tried my best.

"Okay," he said, getting up from the side of the bed. He grabbed my hands and lifted me to my feet too. Somewhere in my heart felt relieved when he started to act normal again. "Do you want to meet up again?" he asked, turning away. His face was a bit pink and I laughed in my mind—this marriage is the best thing that I have ever gained from for attending a world meeting.

"Let's meet up and go down together for dinner," I agreed, feeling no hesitation in my voice. I found myself wanting to look into his eyes more too.

His face turned redder and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to do something—it was predictable sometimes. He brushed away my bangs and kissed the center of my forehead. "At six, okay?" he asked, as I reopened my eyes. I hugged him and nodded before leaving—my heart sounded like it would explode. With my sleeve covered hands at my mouth, I hid a joyful smile and rosy cheeks from sight as I headed up to the eighth floor to my room.