Warm-A Rusame Fanfic

How To Get Banned From A Pizza Parlor

(America)

Ivan looks so... lively. It's been two weeks since I've seen him this happy. I park my car in my driveway, and get out of the vehicle, with Ivan following me.

He seems to be fascinated by everything here. Those beautiful lavender eyes seem to be sparkling with excitement. I want to protect this smile forever. I want my big-nosed dork to be this happy all the time... I open the door to my home, and walk inside, with Ivan following me like a lost puppy.

I take his bags from him, and leave them in my bedroom... (wait, I guess it's now our bedroom for now...) and I give Ivan a tour, showing him where everything is. After that, I turn on the TV, and grab some potato chips.

We cuddle up together on the couch, watching reality TV shows, just to laugh at how stupid they are. After a couple episodes, I check the time. It's about 5:00.

"Ivan, do you want to go out and get dinner?" I ask him.

"Da! Where do you vant to go...?" He asks.

"I say we just go on an adventure around the city and get some food there." I suggest.

"Sounds great to me, my little sunflower." He smiles.

I grab my wallet, and we get up and start our small adventure around the town.

Our hands automatically grasp together, as if that is where they have always belonged. His hands are so cold compared to mine. I can't help but to stare at him as he looks around in amazement, fascinated by every little detail of my homeland.

"Hey, sweetie?" I say, getting his attention.

"Da?" Ivan responds.

I kiss him, and he melts into it. I push my tongue against his lips, and he allows me to enter his mouth.

This is something video chats where missing. This is something I needed for 2 weeks. I wish we didn't have a long distance relationship... I want him close to me.

We break away from the kiss, staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much, Ivan." I coo, getting lost in those lavender beauties.

"Bez tebya zhizn' byla by bessmyslennoy." He says, in his foreign language that I do not know. I have no clue what he said, but I could listen to him speak his native tongue for hours, or even days.

(TRUE FANS WILL STICK THIS IN GOOGLE TRANSLATE lol)

"I'll take that as a compliment." I say, smiling.

He smiles, and kisses my forehead. I wish this moment would never end.

We continue walking around, and eventually find a small, nameless pizza parlor that doesn't seem to be busy.

"Does pizza sound good, babe?" I ask.

"Da! Anything sounds good as long as I get to eat it withs you!" Ivan chimes, as we share an eskimo kiss.

We walk into the parlor, and I place the order. The two of us then sit down, waiting for our food. As we wait, two men walk up to us.

"Oh, look! It's a couple of fags!" They spat.

"I dink you vant to refrain from bullying us likes dat." Ivan threatens, slowly pulling his 'magical pipe of pain' out of his winter coat.

"Oh no, what is the gay going to do? Kiss us? I'm sooooo scared." He teases, sarcastically.

All I can really do is watch as my Russian boyfriend's true colors start showing, as he hits one of them with the pipe.

He hits him again.

And Again.

The asshole's friend and I watch in terror as we witness the stranger get his ass handed to him.

Eventually, Ivan stops, his victim barely breathing. The manager threatens to call the police if we don't leave, so we leave, because I didn't want to explain to my boss on why I got thrown into jail.

"How about we just go back to my place and see what I can make?" I suggest.

"Alright." Ivan responds.

God, I can't take him anywhere, can I?

We walk back to my place, holding hands like the mishap never even happened.