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. Currently, they are at a Indian restaurant.
The Russian groaned and in his mind, completely gave up on the idea of having a "perfect date", or even a date at all. Almost, a little part of him still stubbornly believed he could save this.
"Gilbert, Alfred, how wonderful to see you." Ivan smiled, not even one bit happy.
"Hey, hey, what's with that face?" The albino scowled, looking past the tall man. "If you are here, then my brother should be here also." Gilbert beamed as he spotted said man and ran over to him.
"Evan." The glass-wearing man grinned, pronouncing the Russian's name wrong on purpose. "Didn't know you liked Indian food, thought it was a bit too.." His grin widened. "Hot for you."
"People never cease to surprise you, dear Alfred." Ivan would have loved to start a third world war right there on the spot, but as he glanced over at his boyfriend's table and saw how his sister was slowly creeping forward the table, with something that looked dangerously close to a knife, he restrained himself.
"Well- Hey, don't ignore a hero!" The American shouted as the violet-eyed man turned away from him and started walking toward the table he had left a few minutes early. Right in time to stop his sister.
"My dear sister," He whispered in Russian, as he half-dragged her away from the table. "What a lovely surprise."
"I can't stand it, brother! What do you see in him? Clearly I am way better!" The girl protested in Russian, clinging to his arm. "He's just a muscle freak! He probably can't even-"
"Enough!" Usually, Ivan would be scared of what kind of action his lunatic sister would take, but at this moment, he didn't care. "You are not to insult my date and you are to leave me alone, right now!"
"Is everything alright?" Ludwig had got up and from the chair and made his way toward the siblings, with the two other nations hot on his heels.
"Yes, nothing's wrong." A plan slowly started to work in the Russian's mind as he scanned the room, noticing that the light bulbs were of the cheap kind.. It's a risky one, but what the hell. He thought, before quickly grabbing his boyfriend and noticing where the exit was before drawing out a gun from under his vest. Before anyone even had the time to say "what the hell" managed the vodka-lover to hit the closest light bulb and turn the whole place into darkness.
Through a cacophony of curses on around ten different kind of language, the couple rushed out and thanks to the violet-eyed man had had the luck to get a parking lot pretty close to the restaurant, get in before the red-eyed man or the self-proclaimed hero, or even the stalkish girl had managed to say 'break out'.
Once they were on the road, Ivan sighed in relieved, but after a few seconds, noticed the silence from his blond company.
"Uhm, Ludwig are you-"
"You have a gun. On you. On our date." The blue-eyed man's words came out in a totally neutral voice, but the vodka-lover could sense the underlying anger.
"Well..." He hadn't seen that one coming. Sure, he would have expected a telling off about not paying their meal or about destroying the lights or even about deceiving the German's brother. But about the gun? "It's just-"
"Just what? You think I am going to kill you? That my brother is revengeful? That-" In the corner of his eyes Ivan could see how the strict man slammed his fist into the car window, with high possibility with leaving a mark (though Ivan decided it probably wasn't the time to point that out). "The whole world is out to get you?"
"It's not that." The Russian tried to defend himself. "I just feels safer with something to protect myself with."
Ludwig sighed, and crossed his arms. "Just drive me home please."
Ivan gritted his teeth. Damn it. Now what? The answer came in the form of... a giant air balloon.
