Thanks to Myrna Maeve, Shattering Colors, ScandinvianTrash, KH freak 813 and two anons for reviewing.

I'm so sorry! I know I post this on Saturdays, but our phone line (and wi-fi) was knocked out due to a tree being removed and a phone line being hit. The whole neighbourhood is affected, and we have no idea how long it would last. Good thing I have class today.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Turkraine: Native Marriage Proposal

"Ty vyydesh za mene."

"Ty vydesh za mene."

"Ty vyydesh za mene."

Sadiq groaned, slumping on the couch. Natalia was watching him with her stoic gaze.

"Your pronunciation is atrocious," Natalia said. "Again."

"How do I even know that you're teaching me the right words?" Sadiq asked. "For all I know, you might be teaching me something like 'I hate you and never want to see you again'."

"You have no hope of saying that sentence," Natalia said, smirking. "Do you want me to give you a dictionary if you're doubting me?"

"A dictionary won't help me," Sadiq said. "I'll take your word for it."

"Good. Now, 'ty vyydesh za mene'. Again."

"Ty…"

The Turk came to an abrupt stop, since he heard the front door opening. A few seconds later, Katyusha walked in.

"Oh, Sadiq," she said, surprised to see her boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit my girlfriend?" Sadiq asked, walking towards her. "Unfortunately, you weren't here, so I had to wait with your sister. She's scary."

Natalia snorted before she stood.

"Remember what happens if you hurt my sister," Natalia said.

The two were left alone, and Sadiq turned to Katyusha.

"So… Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?" Sadiq asked.

Katyusha giggled.

"You could have just called me," she said.

"Well, I couldn't wait to see you."

"Thank you for the dinner, Sadiq," Katyusha said, smiling.

Sadiq had made dinner for the two of them, playing an album of Turkish love songs (though Katyusha didn't understand any of that). Sadiq smiled at the compliment, feeling the small box in his pocket.

"I'm glad you like it," Sadiq said. "Um, there's something I want to ask you."

"Yes?" Katyusha asked.

"Ty… vyydesh za… mene?" Sadiq asked.

Katyusha's smile fell, being replaced with a look of shock.

"W-what?" she whispered.

"I asked your sister to help me," Sadiq said quickly. "Am… am I saying it right? Ty vyydesh za mene?"

He pulled the box out of his pocket, flipping it open to show the ring.

"You said it right," Katyusha said, tears in her eyes, though she was smiling. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

Sadiq smiled as he placed the ring on her finger, before the two kissed each other.

The prompt is: 'Imagine your OTP's native languages are different. Person A decides to learn B's language to ask them to marry them, and B walks in on them practicing.'