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. This is the last part. Enjoy.
"You want to" The blond man stared in disbelieve at his innocent smiling boyfriend, who had stopped at the side of the road. "fly a hot air balloon? Now?"
"Yes." Ivan beamed, quickly getting out of the car and dragging the confused man after him. I just need to make an excuse to get him in a better mood. He grimaced. Or at least stop him from wanting to go home.
"I'm sorry but we-" The person who appeared to be the owner of the air balloon stopped half track as he got the fully "Russia kol-treatment" and swallowed nervously, then smiled weakly. "Go-go right ahead, it's free tonight."
"Thank you." The violet-eyed man turned to his date, actually getting a bit excited, never been in an air balloon before. "Shall we?"
Ludwig looked at the Russian, before sighing, but then smiling slightly, always one to have a weak spot to the vodka-lover's childish side. "Sure, why not?"
"Great!" As they boarded the wicker basket, the owner gave them a few quick instructions and then told them the air balloon would be in the air for thirty minutes before it would start to sink down to the ground. The German had a feeling the poor man usually wanted to be in the wicker basket, but he had a feeling the thing Ivan had whispered in the man's ear had made him (or forced him to) allow them to have a private half hour in the air.
As they had enjoyed the view for a few minutes, Ludwig started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" The Russian demanded to know.
"It's just, well." Te blond shook his head, turning to face the other. "I didn't see this one coming."
"Oh." Ivan hesitatingly asked: "Do you.. dislike this?"
"Well..." The German frowned, but then smiled lightly. "It's quite nice, I guess, once in a while, doing something like this."
The vodka-lover didn't realize that he had hold his breath, but now he breathed out. Good. Not perfect, but good.
"But, tell me," The blue-eyed man pointed at the Russian's suit, "what's with all this? You usually don't dress up."
Ivan swallowed, but as he saw the stern look the beer-lover gave him, he decided that telling the truth was the best way. "Well you see," He pouted and honestly confessed," I wanted to give you a perfect date, but I guess.. I didn't do so well." He weakly ended, not sure where to look.
As a soft pair of lips touched his, he was through fully surprised.
"Idiot." Ludwig muttered, flashing bright. "I don't care about stuff like that."
The vodka-lover didn't know what made him happier, the kiss or the confession.
"Also." The blond coughed and hold up the Russian's gun. "I'm confiscating this, you're not allowed to have it outside your house."
When did he-? Ivan's eyes widened with surprised, but then he chuckled and grabbed his boyfriends collar do smash their lips together.
It might not have been a perfect date, but sometimes, you find perfectness in un-perfect things.
The Russian's punishment for the mess in the restaurant was to pay the reparations to the bills and apologize to the albino and the self-proclaimed hero. Needless to say, the last part made Ivan so pissed off, that he had to smash a few post boxes to get out some anger (since he had promised his boyfriend not to hit people). The poor boxes never knew what hit them.
