Author's note: Tumblr request (je-suis-lili): « If you wouldn't mind, Amerikraine is my OTP and it would combine two into one. Please? » Normally I ship Canukr but I did say I would write anything with American or Ukraine, and this was a pleasure to imagine.
A Night on the Town
It was Alfred's objective to show Irina a good time, as he used to when he was younger and still an upcoming nation, when she was the sister of an empire with a tsar that all knew the name of. It was Alfred's objective to show Irina that chivalry wasn't dead, that she wasn't some rejected former Soviet republic that no one could see the beauty in any more or find on a map. It was also Alfred's objective to get a kiss at the end of this date.
Her laugh fills the car as they're driven into Manhattan, the driver pulling over in front of the theater. And she holds his arm lovingly as the American leads the way in, handing over their tickets: front row, off-center, the best seats in the house. Irina looks stunning as they sit, her dress glittering in the low light, Alfred in his tuxedo sitting once she's settled.
And after when they decide they want something awful and have the driver take them to a burger joint, completely overdressed among the late-night patrons, beer in one hand and dirty-water dogs awaiting devouring–
"This," Irina sighs happily, reaching across the table to take Alfred's hand, "has been incredible Alfred. Thank you."
He never notices the slight accent on his name, the blush of her cheeks as she pulls her hand back, or how the Ukrainian nervously pushes her hair behind an ear.
All he notices is how beautiful she looks, the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
"I want to kiss you," the American announces suddenly and Irina smiles.