"Camping." Ivan stated so matter-of-factly that the German nearly spat out his drink. He sat across the table from his boyfriend who, until just a moment ago was enjoying his morning paper and coffee.
Once recovered, Ludwig set the mug down and narrowed his eyes, "It's almost October, Ivan."
The Russian shrugged carelessly, fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve, "It doesn't make any difference in Russia."
The blonde's eyes widened, "In Russia?" he repeated dumbly, aghast. "No. No, that's too cold..."
"Is not." Ivan protested, reaching across the table to take the younger's hands in his own. He raised then to his lips and skimmed over Ludwig's knuckles with a faint smile.
The German cleared his throat and avert his eyes from the violet orbs that watched him so carefully as he freed his wrist. "No." he repeated firmly.
Ivan's cheeks puffed out in a pout that would put even the most seasoned of bratty toddlers to shame. He brightened suddenly, standing to advance upon the other, "Well it's nice that I'm not giving you a choice, then, da?"
. . .
Which is how Ludwig found himself trapped in an ugly yellow tent scarcely five feet wide in the middle of nowhere.
Well.
Not nowhere.
Just some god-awful patch of wilderness, presumably in the northeastern hemisphere.
It was cold.
Bundled in layer upon layer (One tee-shirt, two long-sleeved, one hoodie, one heavy coat along with three pairs of socks, heavy winter boots and two pairs of pants) he still shivered, glaring at the thin wall of the tent with his hands under his arms.
Funny Ivan remembered thermal underwear and not gloves.
"It's cold." he muttered, stating the obvious.
"Hmm?" Ivan grinned smugly from across the tent, dressed in only his usual trench coat-barely outside of Ludwig's punching range. "You're not drinking enough vodka."
"Shut up." the younger snapped, lip curled in a snarl as a silver flask was offered to him.
"You never did well with cold." the Russian smirked
"I h-hate you..." Ludwig shivered, cheeks going pink in both embarassment and exposure to the cold.
"You're cold, da?"
"What would give you that idea?" the blonde rolled his eyes in annoyance, sarcasm dripping like a poison, layering his words.
"If you're cold, take off your clothes."
Ludwig stared, scarlet-faced. "That makes no sense whatsoever."
"Take off your clothes," Ivan said simply, shuffling to the German from his knees. "and I'll warm you." his breath grazed the younger's ear as he crossed the small tent easily.
And suddenly Ludwig wasn't cold anynore.
Ficlit request made by one of my RP partners, Kirei-Kichigai. Hope you enjoyed it!