Chapter 2: Complications
Ludwig paced around his bedroom, with Italy lying on his cozy king-sized bed.
"Italy, what do you do on a date?" Ludwig asked, but slightly embarrased by the question.
He was really new in this kinda thing. It was complicated to him.
Italy mused, "Get flowers, and a kiss on the lips, get drunk and get laid. Simple, ve~" The blonde of the duo's face reddened at this.
Sometimes, he wonder why Italy's words alone could flush his face till that level of red.
"I see, well, I have to call Japan for a while." Ludwig headed out of the room and took out his HTC smartphone.
He found the contact Kiku and called him, waiting for a reply.
Beep...Beep..."Hello?" Kiku asked from the other side of the world. Yes, Japan is technically the far-end, even from Europe.
"It's me, Ludwig," Germany replied to the Japanese man.
"Oh, Germany-san, what is it?" Kiku knew it was about Yao. Even a no-brainer could figure it out.
"Ja, I was wondering, what flowers do Yao like, hmm?" Ludwig hummed, waiting for an answer. "He likes sunflowers, and also, congratulations on the date," Japan crooned. For once, Doitsu-san can finally live a little, he pointed out in his mind.
Suddenly, Japan was bombarded with another question. "What kind of alcohol does he like, ja?"
"Hmm...perhaps he like some red wine, or something," Kiku said, not entirely sure of Yao's interests in booze, but he was ready to "assist" his friend if needed.
"I see, very well, tell Yao that we'll go to France's place," Ludwig ended the call with that sentence.
Japan made a mental note to tell Yao about it, even if Yao were to throw another hissy fit. Literally.
Italy stroke up a conversation. "So, how did it go, ve~" In honesty, he just wanted to kill time bugging the blonde soldier.
Ludwig ignored his annoying ally and called Austria. "Hello, is this Austria, hmm?"
"It's Hungary. What's the matter, Ludwig?" "Well, I just want Austria to deliver to my place a boquet of sunflowers, and also red wine. Now."
Ludwig was a little tired so his voice sounded muffled, but clear enough for Hungary to understand what he was saying.
"Sure," Hungary smiled. "I'll send it by 5." "Thanks." Ludwig smiled. His plan is working so far.
'Nothing can ruin it now, I guess,' Ludwig thought.
"Hello, Francis?" France answered, "Excusei moi, what is the meaning of this, zee?"
Ludwig sighed. France just had to act bitchy. "France, I want a reservation at your place."
"For dinner. I want a table for two. In the VIP chamber as well."
"Do you understand, Francis," Ludwig was getting impatient from the absence of replies.
France nodded in understanding, although nobody could see it.
"Ah, you planning to take the little flower on a dinner? Then get him drunk and rent a room to have you know what, oui?"
France said, slightly laughing. "I have a mini-hotel above my restaurant, and perhaps I'll give you a free room, eh?"
Luidwig was startled to see something like that out of his mouth at a serious time like this.
"No, no, it's not like that!" Ludwig pestered to the chuckling French nation. Why does everyone think he was a pervert?
"Anyways, zee reservation is done. You bring your little sunshine here," France assured.
"It would be amusing to see you try and catch the little sunshine to your dark bottle."
"France, enough with the stupid comments. Goodbye now, see you in eight."
"And the food better not be poison." Ludwig warned, although to the French it was a threat.
(Time Skip, Now with Asians)
Kiku barged in a changing Yao, who was cursing as he tried to hide his naked body from the Japanese.
Yao stared at his brother. "Aiyah, what is it this time, aru!" Kiku eyed his brother strangely. "Ludwig asked me to tell you that we're going to France's place." Yao stood there motionless, but suddenly he bursted out.
"France, aru? I have to deal with two-" Korea tugged his brother's arm. "Calm down, nee-chan,"
Yao stared at Korea, then at Kiku, than at the clothes he was wearing.
"DO NOT CALL ME NEE-CHAN, aru!"
(With Ludwig)
"Hmm..now i need to think what I would wear," he told himself. A tuxedo would be too formal. Gangsta-wear would make it look akward. He was really in an internal conflict about this, he sweared to the heavens.
He scanned his wardrobe for all of his clothes. It would take him a very long time to pick. Perhaps even a decade.
'The clothes that he used to go to the meeting. Perhaps that is okay.'
In reality, he was doubting against the work-wear, but decided to just wear it, as there is no other clothes for him to wear.
He managed to get ready, and has his phone and wallet tucked in his massive pockets.
He combed his hair, brushed his teeth, sprayed some cologne, and was ready to go. And for extras, he hid a few condoms in his left pocket.
He started to "steam" as he fantasized about doing some "activities" with the pony-tailed.
He then glanced to his trusty watch, which showed a late 6:47 p.m. 'I'm late!'
'Crap! I have to go pick him up!'
He rushed to his private jet and called for his jet-driver to send him to Bejing, pronto!
He didn't want to mess up what could score many points with the panda-lover!
(With Ivan)
One of Ivan's spies came in the manor of Russia, which is in Siberia, of course secretly. "Sir, we have information."
Ivan merely said, "Enlighten me." He was thrilled to have spies track down his enemy plans.
'No matter what, I cannot lose Yao to the German brat.' 'All is to be one with Russia.'
"Sir, Yao is going on a date with Ludwig. And Belarus is somehow missing."
Suddenly, a fit of envy and rage surrounded the Russian man. He sipped his vodka briefly, and asked for the spy to repeat.
'I must have heard it wrong, da,' Ivan tried to convince himself.
'Hmm...there is also good news, Natalia wouldn't be bothering me for a while.'
"Sir, Ludwig is going on a date with Yao." The spy said clearly.
Ivan banged the table with his hand. He never liked it when his enemy got a headstart.
"Ivan isn't so happy about this."
The spy shuddered. The Russian had a temper that could rival with Germany's.
Russia finally calmed down.
"I will find a way to break the two up, da," Ivan called all of the spies to discuss of his "badass" plan.
(With Ludwig and Yao)
"Yao, where are you?" Ludwig searched his house, which is sorta "ancient." In all, the house is like some dynasty palace, with the ancient words, ancient castle design, and I could so go on and on...
"I'm here, aru," Yao came out of his giant "house."
Ludwig took a good look at the man.
He actually wondered how can he be so slender in all the desired parts, and also so "kawaii" with his tied-up ponytail and jade eyes.
The fact he was wearing a kimono didn't help either, exposing rather some "spots."
Ludwig was trapped in Yao's spell. He could even have a boner, but his mind forbid it.
"Uh, aru?" He shook his hand in front of Ludwig's face, to stop him from spacing out.
"Oh, my apologies. You just look so damn hot, ja," Ludwig wiggled his eyebrows, leaving an intense flush from the shorter man.
"Let's just go, aru?" Yao stammered.
"Sure, ja, my little sunflower," He handed the panda-lover a stuffed panda and a boquet of sunflowers.
"Ah, so cute, aru," he hugged the stuffed animal, but ignored the sunflowers.
Ludwig was puzzled from this. He never knew Yao loved stuffed pandas this much, until even a boquet of his faovrite flowers could be tossed away by garbage.
"Thanks, aru," he enveloped Ludwig in a bear hug.
"Uh..sure," Ludwig had no comment, puzzled by the brat's behaviour.
Ludwig took him to the jet, and called for the driver to fly him and Yao to the French's place.
Ludwig sighed as he took his seat.
'Yao doesn't seem nervous of shy, I guess that's good.'
Another part of him just sighed. 'If I knew the hype of pandas on that guy, I would have brought a dozen of them and get laid.'
(With Ivan)
"Sir," the spy continued, perhaps reluctantly, although, who can blame him. He is talking to the infamous Ivan, after all.
"Yes, da?" the Russian eagerly answered. He desperately needed some good news.
In fact, the news about Belarus leaving his house is not good enough to cover for the bad news of his little Yao-Yao going out onn a date with his "rival."
The spy pointed to the door. "We have an anonymous person requesting to help you in your problem."
Ivan, "Send the person in, da," Ivan was curious of this. He never knew anyone that would see him. And yet there was this stranger who claimed that he/she wanted to assist him. How weird, he thought.
"Yes, sir," he opened the door and motioned the mysterious stranger to come in.
It was a person. That he knew. The dark-coal colored winter coat with the covering hood didn't help at all to figure out the person's identity.
"I wish to talk with this person alone, da," Ivan cut in when the spy was about to say something.
The spies looked at each other, than decided to leave the room, not wanting to argue with "master." Even the three Baltic countries left, not wanting a commotion, no matter how curious they are.
They knew better than to anger Russia, and he is already in a bad mood for starters.
The anonymous stranger walked towards the Russian, not slightly afraid.
Ivan was puzzled.
The figure continued to walk towards him, and then just stood there, but started to remove the uncomfortable suit.
Ivan just stared at the person, but suddenly realized her identity when she removed her damn disguise.
The mysterious figure was none other than Ukraine herself.
Ivan was really surprised. "Systera?"
To Be Continued
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And yes, I know it's confusing how the thing goes. In fact, I bet some of you readers notice why Ivan provoked Ludwig to make the situation to this exact way and then wanting to get his "lover" back? Well, it will be revealed in later chapters.
Oh, and also, please tell me whether my writing is too bland. It seems like I use too many plain verbs and adjectives, comparing them to books. And yes, I do this to get more used to writing.
Simply, if you do not understand what I mean, 'I do not myself actually,' I meant this simple sentence.
Is my writing full of boring words (verbs, adjectives...etc)? Because I think it is.