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Written by request for: KiwiBazooka

Allen stood before the Kiwi, looking at the brunet with a desperate look. He had butchered asking the man out on a date yet again. He watched the Kiwi turn, after another insult was thrown at him, and watched as the door started to close. With a quick shift of his foot, The Australian stopped the door from slamming shut in his face, "Benjamin. Please. Just let me take you out tonight. It's New Years Eve. You should spend the day with someone you care about, or at least someone you trust!"

After those words spilled out of his lips, Allen felt like grabbing the handle of the door and beating his head with it. But the Kiwi had stopped moving, and had slowly turned to look at him. Those jade green eyes seemed to study him carefully. Heartbeats counted seconds as he waited for an answer, seconds turned to minutes, and then to hours. Time was frozen, as the Kiwi looked at him with such judgemental eyes.

Then time returned as the New Zealander smiled softly, "Fine. I'll grab my jacket." Allen could breathe after what felt like a century. Pressing his hand to his chest, the Aussie blinked a few times, then looked up in shock. Waaaait. Wait. Ben just said yes to a date! Shock took a hold as the brunet vanished into his house to find a jacket. Jacket? What would he need a jacket? It was Summer. New Zealand was hot, Australian soil was sweltering... It didn't make sense to the man, a frown on his lips.

Wellington was cooling down some, the afternoon was upon them after all. It was a warm day, the salty breeze that drifted from the wharf was calling families to play in the shores in the cold water to cool off. Wellington felt safer that Canberra, not that Allen knew if it was either way, but it just felt that way. Allen stood with his hands in his shorts, his foot in the doorway, and a slow realization washing over him. Benjamin said yes. For once.

Before the Australian could do the happy koala dance in the flat's hallway (Seriously, he didn't want to try his luck.) Allen heard Ben call to him to 'come inside.' Venturing into the Kiwi's home, he looked around some, at all the pictures, and fixtures. He almost killed himself when his leg caught the ram the the Kiwi kept as a pet. He was greeted with an annoyed bleat and a fluffy version of 'what where you are going, fuckwit.' Nice.

But Allen had caught himself and was composed enough to sit on the couch, and look at the magazines. All Rugby and All Blacks related. Of course. He looked around more, it had been a few months since he had stayed with the man for the Rugby World Cup, and it was still much the same. Neat and well kept. Even if he housed a ram and a Kiwi bird within the walls. Said Kiwi was pecking at the carpet like it was grass hiding a meal. Allen could not help but chuckle at the brown bird.

"What is so funny?" Came the other Kiwi's voice, the human variety. And, boy, did he already sound annoyed. Allen stood, and turned to explain himself, but stopped. Benjamin stood there in a whole new outfit completely. He had on some new thongs (Jandals is what Ben would correct him to.) and some cargo shorts that looked new. He had on a red and yellow plaid button up and hooked over his shoulder a raincoat that was black and white. Clearly, he would not need that, "I hired a car while I was here, Ben..." He murmured, looking disdained as the idea of rain. Did he have an Umbrella? Well, if he needed to, he would purchase one.

The Kiwi was a several centimetre shorter than him, and was someone with what Arthur called "Short Person Syndrome." Allen usually couldn't help but tease the Kiwi's height, using him as an awkward arm rest, or a leaning post when he felt like it. It could be said that Allen found the Kiwi cuter when he was angry, it could also be said that it was fun for the Australian because he knew what buttons to push, but what was never said was that it was the only way the Australian could garner the Kiwi's attention.

Until now.

Until today.

Today, the Kiwi was his to prove just how much he cared. The perfect date was in order. A fine dinner at one of Wellington's best restaurants, to the cinema to see a movie of the Kiwi's choice, Maybe a nice walk in the park under the stars before the final countdown at the Queen's Wharf, Fireworks, a night of partying... and if, JUST IF, the Australian was lucky... A night in the Kiwi's bed, making the brunet moan his name lustfully. Oh, how wonderful that would be.

"You're drooling..." The Kiwi said, a little concerned for his safety now. The ludelook that passed over Allen's face was enough to throw him into a series of doubts about this 'date'. He had told Allen no for almost a century, no to dating no to marriage. But that pathetic look the Roo Rooter had on his face made Ben decide... maybe, Just this once, I can give the poor bastard what he wants. Then maybe he'll leave me alone for the next fifty years about it.

Ben turned and set his rain slicker, almost warily, over the couch, then grabbed his keys from the basin by his door, along with his wallet and iPhone, all tucked into various pockets. He looked back at the Australian, smiling softly, "Well, come on, Allen. The night is upon us and the countdown at the Wharf is in..." The Kiwi looked at his Rolex, "...six hours. So that's six hours of us together on a date." There was a pit in the Kiwi's stomach, especially when Allen started to mock him.

"'Sux hours.' Hehehe" The Aussie mumbled under his breath.

"That is bad way to start this date, Allen." Ben retorted as he walked down the stairs. The Australian was behind him, coughing into his fist in embarrassment.

Yeah. This date was going to be just mean as...

Author comments:

I was going to try to make this a one shot. LOL NOPE.