Two tall men were walking hand in hand towards the movie theater. They were receiving weird stares from other bystanders.
The blonde man leaned into his date more, his breath could be seen in the cold air. "Gil, are you sure about this…? Nobody we know will see us…?" His cheeks were dusted a light pink from the cold.
His date stopped walking and turned towards him. "Francis," he lifted one hand to run through the soft blonde locks. "there is nothing to worry about." His bright red eyes were glowing with glee. "You were born in the country of Love."
"Oui… I was… but this is the first time we have been alone in public together…" Francis slowly glances around him slowly blushing a brighter pink. "Everyone is staring…" the German sighed and nodded gently. He knew that the man was used to giving love. However, when he was the one being loved, he was a little shy.
"I understand…" Gilbert gently rubbed his thumb along Francis' hand. A sly smirk grew on his face.
"What are yo-" Francis never finished speaking as Gilbert pulled him in close for a kiss. He pulled Francis in close pushing one hand to the back of his head while the other rested on his waist.
When Gilbert pulled away, more people were gawking at the couple. A young girl was frantically pulling on her mother's skirt pointing towards them shocked from what they had done. Francis however was looking down covering his face. "G-Gil! E-everyone saw that…" his face was slowly brightening up.
The laughter that Gilbert let out was loud. He wrapped his arm around Francis' waist and led the male into the movie theater. Thinking of new ways to fluster his French date.