Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor the Carvderse idea. Hannah, Joseph and their father belong to me.

After the two men left, Hannah sat the spoon on the table and collapsed in the sea Ivan had vacated, staring at the seat Alfred had sat in blankly, seeing yet blind. Andrew and Joseph watched her as she did this and then her father figure leaned across the table, taking a hand in his to give it a gentle squeeze. She looked up with teary hazel eyes and he gave her a small smile.

"Really, Hannah. Don't beat yourself up over this," He chuckled quietly, releasing her hand. "Go with them. We're fine here."

"Really, Daddy?" She sniffed, wiping away a stray tear she had.

"Yes. Now," he stood and pulled her from her seat, turning her toward the door and pushing her forward, "go after him and your brother."

She didn't need to be told twice.

~CLUBS~

Alfred climbed into the carriage first, taking a seat and setting his sights to the window on the opposite side of the village towards the fields that would remain empty until spring. Ivan began to climb in after him, but the sound of his name stopped him. Stopping and turning, he saw Hannah running down the street of the village towards them.

"IVAN, WAIT!"

Something in Ivan's heart seemed to explode and he did not just wait, he jumping from the carriage, taking after her. Alfred climbing hallways for the doorway and began to ask what the hell had happened, but cut off when he saw his sister, crying, almost throw herself and Ivan to the ground. Her arms wrapped around the tall man's neck, legs wrapping around his waist as she peppered his face with kisses.

"I'll go with you!" She cried between the pepper of kisses, digging her face in Ivan's neck. "I'll go!"

Ivan himself held her in close to crushing hug, laughing in delight at this news. He spun in a circle, unable to quiet himself or stop the large smile that stretched from ear to ear, to pleased. Alfred watched with wide eyes, falling to sit on the steps of the carriage before laughing, grin on his lips.

~CLUBS~

A YEAR LATER

After a year, in the winter of the next year, after days, weeks, and months of arguments, makeups, tomfoolery, getting to know one another, and an acceptance to marriage, Ivan and Hannah were married.

In the same place they first met, walking the streets and greeting the people of Clubs, Ivan stopped Hannah several months before they wed, saying he dropped something. When he stooped to pick what he had dropped, she found it was a small black box, one that made the girl tip her head to the side in confusion, oblivious to the customs of her country despite how hard she had studied every subject since accepting to be with him.

Ivan brushed off the small box and suddenly shifted to one knee. This single act had everyone around stopping to see what was going to happen as something in Hannah told her this was a very important moment in her life. He gave her a smile as he opened the box, revealing a simple silver band in a cushion of sea green.

Women around gasped, pointing and whispering as Ivan spoke, voice humbled, eyes honest, "Hannah Taylor Jones, would you do the honor of making me the greatest living king and become my queen?"

She froze, breath catching and mind forgetting completely what she was supposed to say then everything sped up and she flung herself at his crouched form, falling to the street as she cried out, "YES!" With no prohibitions, she kissed the man fully on the lips, he returned with just as much fervor as she gave.

Pulling back as people continued to whisper and gossip, she giggled and smiled at him happily. "I thought you'd never ask, actually."

He chuckled, shooing her off him to stand and help her up with a proffered hand. He ducked and pecked her lips before replying. "Never underestimate me, sunflower. Not when it's you."

Hannah grinned, walking backwards towards the palace, look coy, hands behind her back. "Do you want to... perhaps... prove that?" She took off for the castle she had come to call home.

They may have been courting each other, but Ivan and Hannah had a never really played by the rules when the bedroom was involved. That's how Hannah ended up pregnant at their wedding.