So this started with my France mentioning something I have known; that many FRussia fans think Russia at least had a boyish crush on France during the Era of Enlightenment for Russia where French culture was very hot! Next thing I know we're talking about everything that might have happened and I decided to do a story with my lovely France, Ali, as my editor. I do hope you all enjoy the story. I'm not sure how long it's going to be but I'm aiming for no more then 10 chapters.

The characters France and Russia are from Hetalia and sadly don't belong to me.

Russia couldn't help but feel excited as he starred at the other nation. His boss said that it was thanks to France that their nation had grown in culture and knowledge and now here he was, meeting him. Ivan grinned, holding out his hand to shake. "It is great to finally meet you!"

He was shocked, however, as the golden haired man gently took his hand and instead kissed it. Seeing Russia's shocked, he quickly explained. "Excuse me. This is how we greet in my nation." A half truth but it was better than risking offending the larger man. "So, I understand you're to show me around at least Moscow."

Ivan felt his heart beating wildly in his chest. Would he be impressed or look at his achievements proudly? Still, what could it hurt to show him? Russia nodded, surprised when the smaller nation wrapped his arms around his right arm. "Mr. France?"

"Please! I'm not going to call you Mr. Russia. Just France or Francis is fine. You're escorting me around, right? I want to see as many sights as possible." Francis grinned up at him. Really he was curious about the other. He'd heard several things but he wanted to find out for himself.

"Huh? Um, yeah. I suppose I am." He started walking, trying to control how nervous and excited he felt as they left his home to begin the tour. Russia couldn't help but gaze here and there at the other's clothing. Francis was dress in a blue….what was that called? A Flock-coat, right? Frock-coat! It was double breasted and seemed to cling tightly to his slim form as did the maroon pants that were barely visible through the coat and knee-high brown boots. It was a sharp contrast to the thick, baggy coat and fur hat he himself wore. Ivan tried not to think too much on this as he showed the other around, amazed as his own eyes lit up with curiosity.

It was almost sunset before either of them realized how much time had passed, laughing at this point as they talked about what was taken from the way the shorter nation's work and what had been used to make it their own. It was fun somehow as Ivan led France back to his home to enjoy dinner. Afterwards, the larger man started escorting the golden haired one to his guest room. Apparently Francis was as curious and eager to both teach and learn as him and planned on staying for at least a month.

"Tomorrow how about you show me the inside of one of the larger libraries, oui? I'd love to see what kind of books it holds inside. And maybe you can teach me a bit of reading and writing in Russian and I'll teach you some in French."

Ivan gave an excited grin at that. That sounded great! "Sure. Um, what does 'oui' mean?"

"Oh. It means 'yes'."

"Oui..." Russia laughed, giving a nod. "It's strange compared to Russian."

"You did just fine. I'll see you in the morning, Russia. Bonne nuit. Good night."

"Dobroy nochi, France." With that Ivan went to his room. He tried to sleep but felt too excited. What was this feeling stirring inside him? This strange fascination? Maybe if he learned more he would figure it out but for now he had to sleep.

I know it's short but I like to keep chapters between 500 and 1500 words; long enough to get somewhere but short enough where someone doesn't get bored. Some chapters might be longer then this if I end up on a roll on them and can't find a good breaking point but I swear no matter what no chapters will be below 500 words.