Candy Stars || Ruscan ]

Part 12

Russia had been preparing nonstop since Thursday.

He had already taken a nice warm shower, making sure he was extra clean and even putting care into thoroughly cleaning the scales on his wings. By the end he could practically see his reflection in them and he was very satisfied.

Since his dryer still didn't work he had to take his clothes to the laundromat which he hated, but he'd rather be clean and presentable for Canada than anything else so he was willing to do anything for that. Which included forgetting how anxious a public space full of people made him.

Honestly though he really wished he had the money to fix his dryer... the laundromat had an overwhelming stench of well- laundry. And he just so happened to really dislike the smell of lavender which was the most popular scent people used on their laundry because it was usually the cheapest.

He preferred everything in his laundry to be unscented. Not only because it made him feel more clean and made his laundry less irritating on his skin but also because he had a very keen sense of smell and smelling lavender all day would most likely make him upset. Especially since again, he doesn't like lavender.

Russia was currently trying to decide what he wanted to wear to dinner.

"Just a black sweater would be good- it's the nicest thing I have. And don't those fancy celebrities wear black sweaters sometimes- yea- like- actors and stuff. People in theatre.."

He put on the black sweater and a pair of black jeans. He'd stare at himself in the mirror. "I look like I'm going to a funeral..." He said to himself, frowning.

But he did have one more thing in his wardrobe that may pull the outfit together and add a pop of color..

A dark red scarf. To him dark red was very colorful as he didn't often wear colors other than black.

He threw that on, found it looked off with the rest of the outside so he took it off and just gave up on looking bright and colorful. Bright and colorful wasn't his thing anyway..

He sprayed maybe a bit too much cologne on himself and tried to brush his hair without his horns getting in the way.

Then, he waited very impatiently. For a call from Canada telling him he was ready to go out.

He found himself imagining how it would go, he was terrified it would all go wrong and make Canada hate him.. But his fantasies of everything going right peeked in through his fears and made him feel a bit better. He was so excited just to see Canadas face again either way..

•••

Canada wasn't so focused on preparing. He knew he could make himself look damn good in just a few minutes, but he still put more care than usual into it.

He of course took a very cold shower, making sure to clean himself very thoroughly.

He put on black pants and white knee-length stockings under them for added warmth. He wore black boots with gold chains lined along the front. Real gold too. It looked very pretty.

He also wore a brown turtleneck sweater and he tried to make his raccoon fur hat fit in with the outfit but sadly it just didn't work. So he just didn't bother with wearing a hat. He looked good enough anyway and he'd be warm enough too without one.

He didn't put on any makeup, because the first time Russia had seen him he didn't have any on.

He styled his hair, make sure he smelled good and looked very clean. Then he brushed out his tail with a slicker brush a good 5 times until he was sure it looked very presentable and wouldn't get fur all over the place.

After all this was done he excitedly called Russia, telling the other that he was done and agreeing they'd meet at Russias apartment. Russia gave Canada the address and Canada headed off to his destination.

•••

Russia was working his ass off to scrub every single inch of his apartment before Canada arrived. He had known there would be a possibility Canada may want to meet at his house so he had already cleaned literally everything but now he was just going over it a second time to make sure everything was clean enough.

He managed to finish seconds before Canada knocked on the door, sighing with relief as he looked around at his sparkling clean apartment and welcomed Canada inside.

"Ooooh wow Russ it's so clean in here- and you look fucking amazing." Russia blushed softly and thanked the other.

He then took a moment to look at the other. "Holy fucking shit they look hot-" He'd think to himself, more blush covering his face and causing him to feel very warm. "You look great too Nada-" He said nervously.

"Thank y- Oh. My. God. Russia your scales look so pretty- I- can I- touch them?" Russias heart began to race and he'd nod after a bit of hesitation.

Canada touched Russias wings, examining his scales and cooing happily as he complimented the other on how clean they looked.

Russia nearly fucking fainted on the spot, not only was Canada basically praising him but he was so damn gentle too. He was blushing so heavily now that he had to hide his face from the other.

"You t-think we should g-get going Nada?-" Russia asked, because by now it was 5:48 PM and he knew they'd both only get home by dark, but he didn't wanna get home at 1 AM or something. Although the idea of spending that much time with Canada was very appealing...

Canada nodded and asked where Russia wanted to eat.

Russia had decided on somewhere pretty fancy and way outside of his small budget. So he did shamefully inform Canada that they may have to cover a good chunk of the bill. Canada didn't seem to mind however. He had plenty of money on him.

The two countries enjoyed a delicious and very filling dinner together, getting dessert as well. Both of them got milkshakes because both of them loved all products that had milk in any form.

Russia ordered molten chocolate lava cake for himself and Canada ordered a slice of cherry cheesecake.

They both told jokes and stories, told each other more about themselves, talked about life and laughed about their past. In general they both had so much fun together that by the end both of them were sad it ever had to end.

Canada invited Russia out to a movie next Saturday, and Russia excitedly agreed without even a moment of hesitation.

As Russia laid in his bed that night he couldn't sleep. He knew he was in love now and wasn't fighting it anymore. Canada was such a wonderful country that Russia didn't even care anymore if he'd have to hide a relationship with Canada from everyone.

Now he was just worried that Canada didn't like him back..