On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Alfred rested his forehead against the gently mooing cow as it gently snuffled against his hair. He could feel eyes piercing the back of his skull and his face quickly turned red as his mind conjured up a vivid image of what was happening behind him.
A young girl with silver hair would be standing by the fence with a bow tied carefully around her head. Dark purple eyes would be staring directly at his back and long pale fingers would curl tighter around the cool metal handle of the milking bucket. The others would all be messy from working in the fields but she would be as prim and proper as always.
He loved her with all of his heart, but he could never ask her to marry him! He was just a lowly cowboy, and she was akin to an angel in his mind. Later that night there were whispers around the tavern that Natalia was going to leave and return to Russia with her sister unless she was married. In the pitch darkness Alfred took up his customary spot and watched her wash her long flowing hair in the nearby stream.
"Well cowboy?" she called, glancing back at him with eyes as cold as ice. Alfred didn't mean to say it but the words that he had carried around for so long easily slipped out of his mouth:
"Marry me?"
She smiled then instead of the shriek of rage he had been expecting.
"Took you long enough cowboy! Of course I will!"
…Eight Maids a-milking
Sorry about the summary for the last chapter, yes it was Franada but I was dead on my feet when I was posting it! I'll post the extended version later :) This is cowboy!AlfredxBelarus because I couldn't think of anything else :')
Please look at my fic 'Imagine your OTP'? I need pairings for that too!