Warning: boyxboy, not your cup of tea, then please go and enjoy your teacup somewhere else. Or your coffee cup, for all I care.
Disclaimer: Nope still don't own Hetalia.. but a fangirl can dream?
Summary: Russia and Germany is dating. More info would be spoilers. Oh and I use human names, please bear with it.
Germany had just put his shirt on when he heard the doorbell ring. Already? he quickly glanced at the clock and realized his "date" (or whatever word you liked to call it) was half an hour to earlier. I did say I hated waiting, but still.. The blond shrugged it off, since he was ready anyway and opened the door.
"He-" The word got stuck on his tongue. The smile was the same, but the rest was completely out of the ordinary. The Russian was wearing a smoking, with a nice discreet dark violet tie to match his eyes colour and with hair that seemed to contain hairspray. Not to visible, but for the German, who had spent quite some time looking at the other, it was clear as if Ivan had painted his whole hair green. But most of all, he had got surprised by the lack of a certain item. The scarf. Or maybe it was the bouquet of roses.
"Hello Ludwig." The violet-eyed man seemed to find his lack of words quite amusing.
"I, you-" The blue-eyed man realized he had left his mouth open and clicked it shut while a cute blush spread across his cheeks."Just give me a few minutes and I will change to something more... suitable.
The broad-built man nodded and let himself in after the blond. He smiled to himself. I felt really silly when that girly man helped me pick out the tie and styled my hair, but it was worth it for that reaction. Unknown to his German boyfriend, this date wasn't going to be an ordinary one. Not if the Russian had a say in it.
The reason was because Ivan had (by accident, thank you very much) happened to overhear the three Baltics talk about his relationship with the rule-abiding man.
-Flashback- no, stop sighing
"I guess the rumours is true, I saw them together last Friday." The Estonian took another sip of his teacup before rolling his eyes. "Though I can't say it looked very romantic."
"How so?" The Lithuanian raised one eyebrow, putting aside the tea kettle.
"Well." The glass-wearing man smirked. "I wouldn't call eating hot dog standing up is high up on the 'best places to take your girlfriend to'-list."
"I-I guess that is Mr. Ivan for y-you." The small man smiled halfly, as usual blunt."I can't see him as the romantic person."
"Well," The Lithuanian said thoughtfully, circling his spoon in his hot coffee, "he doesn't give you that kind of aura, does he?"
"Yes, that's what I mean." The computer-skilled man shook his head, smirking slightly. "I mean, I can see him take down a few punks who dare to lay a finger on his date, but to act all romantic and gentlemanly?" He laughed. "No way."
Ivan had stopped dead in his track and every urge to go inside the kitchen vanished as he heard that last line. Sure, he didn't buy flower every time he went to meet his boyfriend or tell him that he loved him every time they met or hold his hand or gave him things just because they reminded him of the stoic German.. Oh dear Mother Russia. His eyes widened as he realized the harsh cold fact. He wasn't romantic. But then his expression become determinate. But that doesn't mean I can't be. He took out his phone and checked through the address book before stopping at a particular number.
The Frenchman wasn't his best friend or anything, but if he recalled correctly, the womanizer did have a reputation of being romantic if he wanted do. He quickly pressed the green button before he changed his mind and after getting through some confusion and jokes he didn't understand (why in the world would he be interested in a sandwich? ), the vine-lover had giving him a few tips that seemed quite useful. Except the one with practicing with a banana, really, he didn't even want to know what that one was about. Ivan had just ended his call when the door to the kitchen opened and a very surprised Latvia came out.
"E-excuse me, sir." The poor stuttering man almost started to cry, recalling their latest conversation about said man. "I-I-."
"It's okay, Toris." The broad-built man smiled and patted the other's head. "No need to be scared. In fact, I own you a thank you." Without any further explanation to the confused man, the Russian strode off, his mind busy with scheming the "perfect date".
-Flashback end- see, it wasn't so bad.
After placing the roses on the kitchen table, Ivan scanned through his memo note to see if he had forgotten something so far. "Remember to give a compliment." He mumbled to himself.
"Did you say something?" The German walked into the kitchen, adjusting his tie slightly, always one to be perfect in every detail.
"No, I just-" Ivan pushed the note back into his pocket and admired the sight of his boyfriend while he tried to think up a compliment. "I like your hair."
"Thank you." Ludwig frowned slightly, glancing over at the violet eyed man. Was that an insult to that I haven't done anything special with my hair when he did? The Germanic speaking man pondered over that as he placed the roses in a vase before washing his hands and gesturing to the other. "Let's go, shall we?"
Russia frowned slightly, as he realized his compliment hadn't had the effect he had wanted, but shame on those who gave up. "I think the tie really suit you." He then tried.
The blue-eyed man looked perplexed and his hand stopped, just as he was about to lock the door. "Are you okay?" Ludwig motioned over at his suit. "This is the same thing I have wore countless of times to the meetings, remember?"
"Oh." The Russian wish he had asked the vine-lover for some flirting tips too. "I'm sorry, I just-"
"It's okay." The German shook his head and with a faint smile locked the door. "It's not like you usually pay attention to my clothes."
1-0 to the Baltic trio.
"More importantly, where are we going?"
"Oh, to the new restaurant that just opened, Shazadhi." Ivan had done his homework through fully and found out that a new restaurant with a five star cook had recently opened.
"You mean the Indian one?" The German frowned. "But you don't like that kind of food."
Ops. In his excitement to have the perfect evening, Russia had completely missed what kind of restaurant the new one was. Though the name should have been a give away.
"It's fine." Ivan lied, courteously opening the passenger seat door. "It's always nice to try out new things."
"If you say so." Ludwig replied skeptically.
At the food arrived, the Russian speaking man remembered why he didn't like Indian food. It was too spicy for him. And they didn't serve vodka. Two minus in his book. As he gulped down his fifth glass of water, he realized this might not have been that good of an idea.
"Are you okay? You might want to try to eat some bread instead, it takes away some of the spiciness." Ludwig seemed to have no problem with the food at all. Russia tried to take that as a good sign. Then again, his boyfriend wasn't one who was picky with food to begin with.
"I guess that is a good idea." He smiled and stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth, but as he gulped down it, he realized with a shock that Belarus was lurking behind a menu a few tables away. The bread got stuck in his throat.
"Mein Gott!" Ludwig quickly got up and started to hit the Russian's back in order for him to breathe. After a few seconds, Ivan started to breathe, if not normally, at least without the threat of dying.
"Excuse me, I think I need to visit the toilet, just a second." The broad-built man staggered up, leaving his confusing boyfriend behind. As Ivan made his way toward the toilet, gritting his teeth as he furiously took up his phone to call his stalkish sister, he glanced up as he bumped against someone.
"Watch where-" He snapped, the sentence hanging in the air as he noticed who said person was. And groaned. "What are you doing here?"
The evening was only beginning and the worst case scenario had already happened.
