A/N: yeah, some people asked for a part 2, where they go on a date so voilá!
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America's finger hovered over the screen of his phone.
To call the parents, or not to call the parents? That is the question of the punished student.
Well, he kind of had to. He told his mom he'd pick Aussie up from kindergarten today. She needed him to, since she needed the extra hours at work today to finish a project she'd been doing for two weeks.
He bit his lip and quickly pressed it before he could think about it more.
"Hello?"
"Mom, hey, uhhh, I know I said I'd pick up Aussie. You know, right?"
"Yeeess? Why? Is she okay?"
"Uh, I guess so, it's uh more about me."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just, uh, I. Don't think. I'll be able to."
"Why is that?"
"I got after school detention today."
"America! Again, really? You've been doing so good since you got to this school!"
"I know I know! I'm sorry, I really am, I just-! I-I don't know, I accidentally tripped a kid up in the hall. I was an accident, honest! But they told the teacher I didn't on purpose, and they didn't believe me!"
"Fine, but now who's going to pick up your sister?"
"Canada said he could!"
"Doesn't he have hockey today?"
"No, it's tomorrow."
"Okay, but let me know when you get out of detention!"
"Will do, Mom. Love ya!"
"I love you too , baby."
America hung up and let out a sigh of relief.
"So? What did she say?"
America looked over his shoulder at Russia. He grinned and turned around to face him.
"Let's go!"
"Well then," Russia smiled and opened the passenger door of his car, "your chariot awaits."
"Ewww," America snorted, pushing Russia face as he got in. Russia laughed and walked around to the driver's side.
"Where to?"
"Let's go to the North Park. They're showing movies there!"
"What movie?"
"Hm," America hummed as he thumbed through the event on his phone, "Night at the Museum."
"What's that?"
America tilted his head down at Russia and lowered his shades, giving the most "ex-fucking-scuse me?" look he could possibly give.
"You know what? I'mma pretend you didn't just say that. Come on, let's go, you'll like it!"
Russia rolled his eyes and pulled out of the school parking lot.
At the park, people were set up all over the park with their lawn chairs and blankets. The stage in the center was covered by a blow-up projection screen.
"Oh! Oh oh oh! Candy apples! Let's get candy apples!" America bounced on the balls of his feet and tugged on Russia's jacket hoodie.
"If you would stop choking me for a damn second I might!"
"Okay, fine! But you know you like it~" America winked.
Russia coughed into his fist to hide his blush. "Whatever, do you want one or not?"
"Yes!"
"Then shut up and you can have one."
"Oooh! Let's get a funnel cake as well!"
"Any actual food, or do you plan on losing yourself to diabetes before this night is through?"
"Jokes on you, I have hypoglycemia*. So, in all fairness, I kind need this. But yes, I would like some other foods as well."
Russia sighed, "you're lucky I love you."
America hugged him around the waist and rested his chin on Russia's chest, "I know. I love you too. Make sure my funnel cake has powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and strawberries. With ice cream on top. Don't worry, I'll pitch in for money."
America pulled a blanket out of his backpack and laid it out on the grass, while Russia bought them food and America's requested junk food.
America used his backpack as a table for their food, and Russia used his own blanket to wrap around them.
During the movie, America was excited to see how Russia liked it. Which he did. Russia admired the nod to history, and the accurate POC actors. And though some of the humor flew over his head, he thought it was a fun movie too.
America was finishing up his funnel cake, and Russia had to laugh at how America looked, with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk and powdered sugar and chocolate syrup around his mouth.
"Food goes in mouth, not all over face," he chided playfully.
"You can shut your mouth," America said.
"I would rather you shut yours. Do not show me nasty mushed food."
America mocked Russia in a high pitched voice, but did shut his mouth in favor of chewing.
"For Pangeas sake, clean your face," Russia took a napkin and put some water on it.
"Thanks, Mom," America smiled cheekily as Russia cleaned his face.
"Shut mouth or I spank you."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Russia glared at him, and America pulled back with a laugh, "Okay! I'll shut up now."
Russia rolled his eyes and put down the napkin. America sighed and leaned on his boyfriend. Russia gripped the blanket again and wrapped it more around himself and America, pulling America in closer at the same time.
America looked up and kissed the side of Russia's chin. Russia turned his head to kiss his forehead, and America smiled, laying his head back down.
Then Russia brought up America's chin and kissed him on the cheek, then the other. He kissed all over his face and then his lips. America returned the kiss with a happy sigh and shifted so his body was halfway facing Russia; he cupped his face with his hands. Russia wrapped an arm around America pulling him closer, and cupped the back of his neck with the other tipping his head and kissing him deeper. America felt the blanket slip off his shoulder, and he shivered a little. But Russia was warm, so warm, that he just tried to wrap himself up in his arms even more, till his knees were resting on Russia's thighs.
Russia pulled away slowly, leaving long, lingering kisses on America's lips, but none like they'd just engaged in. They were soft, without tongue, and just sensual and pleasant.
Russia licked his lips and smirked at America, who smiled under hooded eyes.
"Mmh, you taste like sweets."
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A/N:
Hypoglycemia is the body's inability to make a sufficient amount of sugar, which every body needs. Not to be confused with hyperglycemia, which is when the body doesn't make enough insulin. Hypoglycemia receives diabetic treatment, and is usually short term. Symptoms include, shakiness, heart palpitations, lightheadedness and possibly anxiety, but requires a medical diagnosis
I was gushing about how cute and sweet this shit was, and when I started writing the kissing scene, I was like, "well, this is why we can't have nice things."
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta take me on dates to movie-in-the-park night
