Vixan laughed silently to herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to last forever, but she could sure as hell try. She looked at the cell phone in her hand and turned the sound off to keep herself in secret.

"What will you do if I take off the rest of my clothing?" He asked, his voice suggesting he would if she didn't come out. "That would be bad for both of us wouldn't it be?"

"... Gott Verdammt..." She came out of her hiding spot. "You're such a jeeeeerkkkk~" She stuck her tongue out at him, not really looking at him though

He grinned and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply. "But you love me."

"Mm... I do love you." She kissed him back. "So, so, so much"

"I know you love me my bride. I know you do and I love you just as much."

She laughed softly. "Please, put some clothes on... That way we can discuss things without me being distracted by all this."

He pulled on his pants. "Aw. No fun." he said with a chuckle.

"Well, you'd be distracted if I didn't have on a shirt or pants... Well... Technically I'm not wearing pants right now.." She looked down at her dress with a laugh.

He grinned. "Exactly, so I don't have to wear a shirt."

"I can live with that... Now come and sit down you fool" She went over to a couch and plopped herself down

He plopped down beside her. "I may be a fool, but I have you, so I'm a lucky fool."

Vixan laughed softly. "Luck had nothing to do with it..." She smiled softly. "So... When do you want to get married?" That was the question that would bug the hell out of her.

He could tell she really wanted an answer, so he teased. "Oh, I don't know. When do you want to get married?"

"Arthur, if I had the option, I'd be marrying you tomorrow morning." She said, looking at him seriously.

He thought about it. "Do you really want to get married tomorrow morning?"

She laughed. "As nice as that would be, Russia would kill me if he wasn't made aware and wasn't ale to 'give me away'"

He nodded and then laughed. "Very well. He will give you away won't he? He's not going to try and stop us?"

"He'd better not. Because if he tries, I'll let Prussia do it." She said, crossing her arms. "Because he knows that I want to be happy."

He nodded. "You sure are strong willed my love."

"Yes I am" She smiled. "I've always been that way, and I always will be"

"and I will never ask you to change, because I like you just the way you are." He said in response.

"I'm glad love." She kissed him softly. "Now then, a date?"

"Your choice. You are the bride after all."

"Hm... I'm thinking... Maybe on the 24th? That gives us a month to plan everything... To insure that everything can be put into place..."