The drive from the airport is infuriating, to say the least.
"I can't believe we're getting married," Alfred says with a sigh as the car pulls out of the parking lot. "I mean, you could have asked me on a date first. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do."
"It isn't a marriage," Ludwig grumbles, gripping the steering wheel far too tightly. He turns onto the main road. "It's a politically arranged union of our countries."
"So in other words, a marriage." Alfred settles his feet on the dashboard. Ludwig gives him an irritated look, but the American only smiles at him.
"It isn't a marriage."
"Is."
The car pulls to a stop at a red light and Alfred takes the opportunity to pat the top of Ludwig's head.
"Alfred!" he exclaims, now thoroughly annoyed.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"You hair is so smooth," Alfred explains, running his hand back and forth. "I've always wanted to touch it, and now that we're getting married, I can."
Ludwig wrestles Alfred's hand away from his head. "We're not getting married," he grumbles. The light changes and the car starts moving again.
"But it's so smooth, how do you get it like that?"
"Stop touching my hair!"
Alfred pulls his hand away and sits back in his seat, arms crossed. He pouts for a few seconds before he makes a startling discovery. "Hey, you're driving on the right side of the road."
"Good observation."
"I'm just saying, I thought all of you European people drove on the wrong side of the road."
"On the contrary, most European countries drive on the right side. England, who I'll assume you're referring to, is one of the odd ones out."
Alfred falls silent, apparently taking this into consideration, though Ludwig doubts he'll remember any of this conversation in ten minutes. The silence, which is welcoming but also a little unnerving, lasts for only a little while longer; Alfred gets tired of looking out the window and turns back to Ludwig, much to the latter's distress.
"Hunny?" he asks sweetly, sliding a hand up his future husband's arm.
Ludwig grits his teeth. "Yes dear?"
"Are you good in bed? Because when we get married-"
"It's not a marriage!"