A Harem Lover's Dream Come True
The Proposal
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"So it's settled then. In order for the problem to be solved, we need _____'s cooperation in this." Germany spoke.

"But what makes you so sure she'll accept this? From my point of view, it is an outlandish request." Japan protested.

"I agree with Japan. No one touches my Russia! Not even her!" Belarus agreed aggressively.

"But Belarus, if we don't do this, I fear our lands will never find peace." Ukraine spoke to her sister.

America then stood up, banging his hand on the large circular table they used as a meeting table.

"Let's take it to a vote. Whoever agrees with the plan, raise your hand."

Only a small few raised their hands in agreement. Liking you, Russia spoke to Belarus.

"You know, Belarus. If she agrees to this, either way, the two of us will be married."

That caught Belarus' attention. Russia didn't want to use that card, but it was the only way Belarus would agree to such an outrageous plan. Especially since Russia never liked his frightening sister that way.

Belarus raised her hand.

"I change my mind."

Soon, several of the other nations raised their hands until the entire room had their hands raised. Sighing, Germany spoke.

"Thank you, America. Now, who is going to ask ____?"

The majority of the room fell silent with nervousness until Italy happily waved his arm.

"I'll do it, Germany! I like _____ and I think she'll say yes if it's me."

The council gave it some thought, not willing to let Italy go through with such a delicate mission. But seeing as no one else was going to ask, Germany sighed.

"Alright. Since no one is more willing to do this, Italy will ask Fraulein _____our request."

With that said, Italy sped out of the room, despite the fact that the meeting was far from over.
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You were in the gardens of the manor, taking a walk amongst the various flowering plots on this sunny day. It was your day-off, which was strange, but you didn't complain. When you first arrived in this world on accident, you were asked by the countries to act as a judge for their meetings as well as someone with more neutral sense than Switzerland. It was a pretty big job, but today, you were asked to take a day-off.

It was unusual, but you were going to enjoy the entire day to the fullest. But as you were passing a section covered in rosebushes, you heard a voice calling your name.

"____! _____! Wait up!"  

You turned around to find Italy running towards you. Tilting your head, you spoke.

"Italy? What are you doing here? Don't you have a meeting to attend to?"

Stopping, Italy caught his breath before he told you.

"Oh yes. There was a meeting, but we've finished agreeing on a major decision and so I came to find you."

"Oh really? What was the decision?"

He then spoke nonchalantly what the meeting was about.

"Oh! It was for all of us to unite through marriage."

You blinked a few times to try to figure out what that meant.

"Marriage?"

"Yes! To you, Bella. I came to find you ask you to marry all of us. Isn't that great?"

You froze in confusion and shock, your left eye twitching, which usually meant you were getting wound up. Marriage? To all of the countries? You thought it was a joke at first, but then you remembered that Italy was an honest person. So that meant that this 'proposal' was real.

"Uh...Italy? Would you mind escorting me to the meeting room? If this is a proposal from everyone, then I better see to everyone."

Your words were twisted with emotions. Confusion, anger, shock, and many more that you cannot name. Italy, not noticing your near eruption, spoke happily.

"Sound's a-good, ____.  I'll lead the way."

You followed Italy until you were in front of the giant double doors that lead to the conference room. You pushed open the doors and let your outrage be known to the other countries.

"What's this I hear about marriage? A mass marriage? To me?"

Except for Italy, most of the adult nations were shivering at your anger. They knew you wouldn't let the idea through your mind easily, but you were a scary sight when mad. Prussia and France were often the victims of your wrath, but not this time.

Gulping, Germany answered you.

"Fraulein _____, we know this is quite a shock..."  

Quite a shock was an understatement to you.

"...but with all of the wars we've been going through and the financial crises throughout the decades, we feel that the best way for our lands to prosper is to unite them under one banner. And since we need one main spouse to govern everyone, we needed someone who wouldn't marry us for political gain. Someone who most of us like and does not have a country of their own."

"And that person, love, is you, _____." England answered.

You folded your arms, not wanting to get married, not like this.

"But like Germany said, not everyone here likes me."

You then look toward Belarus, with whom you always had quarrels and fights with. Not your favorite person. In fact, you pitied Russia and Ukraine for having Belarus as a sister.

"Isn't that right, Belarus? Remember? You want to marry Russia, not me."

"True." Belarus spoke. "But Big Brother has pointed out that by both of us marrying YOU; I'd be marrying him just the same. So I will agree to this idiotic marriage if it's to marry Russia."

You couldn't believe it. Belarus would go as far as to marry you, her archrival, to tie the knot with Russia.

You look to find Russia with an apologetic look on his face. He must've been the one to bribe Belarus into this.

"Sorry, kotyonok. But it was the only way for Belarus to agree. But everyone else feels the same about you becoming one with all of us."

You had a mental nosebleed right there as you tried to get out of it.

"But...I'm straight."

"Mon Cherie, many of us are bisexual. It iz nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it makes ze art of making love exciting." France spoke, looking...aroused.

Again, nosebleed.

As you began to mentally recover, England whispered to Switzerland.

"We have no choice, man. Send out 'Plan C'."

Switzerland nodded in agreement, not wanting to use the plan. Motioning to the youngest of the countries, Switzerland gave the signal to Latvia, Lichtenstein, and Sealand.

As you were about to protest again, you were approached by Latvia, Lichtenstein and Sealand, who were giving you the begging puppy eyes.

"What's wrong, _____? Don't you like us?" Sealand asked.

"Everyone likes you. Even me and Big Brudder. Don't you want us to become family?"

"Please marry us." Latvia begged.

You mentally cursed yourself having being vulnerable to the two smaller countries who had adored you from the beginning.
You tried to resist, but they were too innocent and adorable to disappoint. So, after an effort, you gave in.

"Oh...alright! I'll marry everyone!"

You were immediately glomped by Latvia, Sealand and Lichtenstein and the rest of your fiancés. Although you had to punch France for groping your breasts and Prussia for saying that he'll be the most awesome of all your spouses.

But then, Germany pounded his fist on the table, gaining the attention of the future harem.

"Enough! Let Fraulein_____ breath! We still have more matters to discuss."

"Such as?" You asked as Romano and Italy helped you up.

Germany blushed when he spoke.

"The wedding plans."

As your fiancés began to come up with ideas for the wedding, you sat down in the center of the circular table, where you always sat since she was the judge. As you sat down, arguments came up over what season to have the wedding in.

You sighed as you reached into your pocket for four straws and asked Lichtenstein for some colored pencils. You then banged your gavel at your smaller circular table to get the attention of your harem.

"Alright! Here's what we're gonna do for the season the wedding's going to be in."

You held up the four straws as you received the colored pencils.

"We'll let chance tell us when the wedding is. I'll color the end of each straw, and then mix them together in my hand. I will then pick a straw and the color on that straw will tell us when to have the wedding."

You then colored the straws and held them up one by one. You held up a pink-ended straw first.

"Pink will mean Spring."

Then green.

"Summer."

Orange.

"Autumn."

Then blue.

"And Winter."

Italy then waved his arm, gaining your attention.

"Italy?"

Italy then asked his question to you.

"Can the Mediterranean countries plan if the wedding's in Summer? We have lots of ideas!"

The council murmured in agreement at the idea when Russia rose up.

"If it's winter, I and the West Asian countries will plan. After all, we specialize in snow weddings."

Japan and China were in agreement China rose to speak it.

"The East Asians will handle it if it's in spring."

Then America happily spoke.

"Then Europe and the Americas will handle the fall wedding!"

You wondered what the plans were, but you decided to get on with it. You placed the straws in your hands and mixed them together. Hiding the ends in your hand, you pulled out the straw.

"And the season is...."