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Chapter four: The date
Fifteen minutes later, in which Erik asked Natalia more about herself, but she would just growl and tell him to shut up and drive, they arrive at the restaurant.
Erik gets down to open Natalia's door and puts his palm on her back gently to show the way. Natalia flinches slightly at the warm touch -she expected Erik's hands to be cold as ice- and the older smirks at her reaction. They enter in the restaurant and Natalia remains speechless.
"E-Erik...This restaurant is very expensive..." she says, staring at the spacious restaurant, filled with couples and some families, all of them rich, of course. Jazz music is playing as the waiters move from a table to another.
Erik grins. "You told me to bring you to an expensive restaurant, didn't you? Plus, weren't I the filthy rich jackass? I'm sure I can spend some money from my wallet for a beauty like you tonight..." he smiles, making the girl blush. "S-Shut up."
A waiter comes to them and they both recognise him as Francis. "Francis?" they exclaim in unison. Francis just smiles sweetly to them. "Why, yes~ This is my restaurant, of course I work here in my free time~! Now, do you have reservation?" the French blonde chirpes and Erik nods. "Bondevik."
Francis's eyes light up. "Mais, toi et Ivan petite soeur as un rendev-vous?" he smirks examining the girl. "Et quelle beau mignone femme!" he exclaims and Erik narrows his eyes and pulls Natalia into his arms. "She's my rendez-vous for tonight." the Norwegian says darkly and Francis chuckles, leading them to their tables. Natalia tries to hide her blush by stretching her foot in order to make the Norwegian trip. He stumbles a bit and looks back at Natalia. "Not cool." She just shrugs, smirking.
They sit at the table and look over their menus. "Can I get you something to drink?" Francis asks.
"I'd like a Frappucino with strawberry whipped cream and two cubes of sugar." Erik says before raising his finger. "Ah! And vanilla arome." he ends, smiling. Natalia narrows his eyes. "I'll just take a Sprite, please." she says and Francis nods, heading to the kitchen.
"What was that, Erik?" Natalia scolds him and Erik gives her a confused look. "W-What...? That's what I usually command." Natalia sighs and rolls her eyes. "You do are a filthy rich jackass!" she accuses him before looking over her menu again.
"Please stop calling me that." the Norwegian says, but she doesn't look up from her menu. She can sense though hardness in his voice and realizes she hurt him. She is about to say something before stopping herself. Why would I say sorry to him? I don't even want to be here... she thinks, biting on her lower lip. But he did take me to an expensive restaurant...
"Erik, I-" she starts to say but Francis comes back with their drinks. Wow, Erik's coffee really looks good. "So, have you two decided what to eat?" Francis asks, keeping his smug grin on his face. Erik commands one of the most expensive things on the menu and Natalia looks away. "I-I'll just have a Bulgarian salad..." she mumbles. "No, you're not." Erik points out, making the girl give him a death stare. "What?"
"Is too cheap. Choose something much better, I didn't bring you out to this expensive restaurant just for you to command a damn Bulgarian salad." Erik replies, earning a glare from Nikolai, the bulgarian sitting across their table, eating casually with his friends, Alexandru from Romania and Heracles.
"Erik, I'm okay, really..." the girl feels her cheeks flaming up. "She'll take a Greek salad and cheese with steak coated in tzatziki and maple syrup with chocolate pudding near." he says and Natalia gasps. "Is that even a safe combination?" Francis chuckles. "Of course~ It's very good, dear!" he assures him and Erik smiles to her. "See?" Again, she feels her cheeks burning and takes a sip of her Sprite, nodding.
Francis takes the menus and leaves with the orders, leaving the two of them alone at the table. Erik takes his cup up to his lips and takes a sip. "Do you any plans for the future, Natalia?" he asks her and Natalia shrugs. "I don't know...I was always attracted by engineering but actually, I thought if I should become a quide for tourists or some translator..." she says, stopping herself when she realizes she just opened to that jackass.
Erik doesn't seem to notice her troubled face. "A guide, really? In your country or...?" "Everywhere. I want to visit the whole world." she did it again. She takes more sips of her Sprite, trying to stop herself from saying anything more. Again, Erik doesn't notice. "Even my country?" he grins and Natalia blushes slightly. "Of course, it's a beautiful country after all." This time, she slaps herself, causing the Norwegian to gasp in shock. "N-Natalia?"
The girl just shakes her head, rubbing her cheek a bit. "N-Nothing...I needed the feel to do it..." she says.
Erik leans over the table and cups her cheek with a hand, brushing his thumb over the bruise softly. Natalia leans in his warm touch and sighs. Erik thinks at all the things he coult do to her now; he could gently tangle his fingers into her pale hair, pulling her closer and plant a kiss on those icy-cold lips. He imagined the sensation of Natalia's lips melting with his in a heated kiss where they could have only eachother, without intreruption and other things that could break it.
He is soon taken out of his day-dreaming by France coming with the food. "Mon Dieu, I'm sorry to intrerrupt such a lovely scene between two wonderful birdies!" he exclaims, guilt feeling in his throat as he puts the plates with food on the table. Natalia blushes in embarassment and looks anyway but away from Erik and the Norwegian does the same.
Natalia, though, is the first to look at her food after Francis left and remains shocked. "This looks so delicious!" she exclaims in delight and Erik turns to her, smiling. "I'm glad." he says, taking his fork and starting to eat his own food too. Natalia looks at his plate curiously while eating some cheese with steak. Erik soon finds where her eyes are looking and holds a piece to her. "Want to taste? It's platypus omlette..." (idek) he says and she looks at him suspiciously. "And that?" she points to a green thing on the side. "You'll find out. Don't worry, you'll like it." Erik ends.
Natalia leans over the table and takes a bit from his fork, flushing. She munches slowly. "T-This is good!" she lights up, munching on the green thing. "Is this...meat?" she asks and Erik smirks. "Frog legs." he says, as Natalia swallows the last bite and she opens her eyues in shock, feeling herself sick. "WHAT?" she yells and Erik starts laughing.
"It's a French restaurant, darling. Of course they have leg frogs." Natalia coughs in disgust and drinks Sprite until the thought it's gone. "You're sick." she says. "You're not admiring different cultures." the Norwegian replies.
"You're a filthy rich jackass."
"You're a girl wanting to marry her brother."
"You're an idiot."
"You're hot."
With this, Natalia coughs more as her face burns again. She hits the older with her leg under the table and he shrieks in pain, earning a smirk from the Belorussian's icy lips.
After more minutes of silence and eating, Erik gets up and goes to the Jazz band whispering something to them. He heads back to the table and lends a hand to Natalia. "Will you allow me this dance?" he charms and Natalia blushes, getting up and taking his warm hands. Erik squeezes her small hands and slowly puts his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulder. They start swinging slowly as Erik starts singing softly a song, which Natalia recognizes as Roll in the Wind by Alexander Rybak.
Geez, he can't go anywhere without mking his country remarcable, huh?
She had to admit though his voice was terrible calmign and beautiful and soon she found herself leaning on the taller's shoulder, humming along him. He pulls her closer to him and smiles, ending the song. Natalia blushes bright red and stomps on his foot to let her go. The boy smirks, whining a bit and they walk back to their table.
"Shall we go?" Erik asks and goes to pay the bill. They get out in the windy cold air and Natalia rubs her arms. Erik pulls out his jacket and puts it over her shoulder, making the girl blush. They enter in his car and Erik starts driving back to Natalia's house.
The night wasn't bad after all, she had to admit, but it wasn't the best either due to the frog legs she have just eaten and the embarassment she was forced to when dansing with him.
Though she didn't regret it.
They reach over Natalia's house and she looks at her phone time. "It's only 8..." she pouts and Erik smirks. "Do you want to do something fun to fill the time left to us?" he grins and Natalia narrows her eyes. "No, thank you." she goes to reach the doorknoob, but something stops her. She turns around to look at Erik, standing right beside her.
"Something wrong?" he asks and she shakes her head. She still wasn't able to move, looking deep into his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful shade of a peacefully ocean, hiding a lot of pain in it though...much like the Pacific ocean. The small violet in them making his eyes sparke amazing. She finds herself amazed by those eyes and reaches a hand up to brush her fingers over his porcelain skin.
Erik shivers slightly at the contact. He pulls Natalia's chin up and stare into her eyes. God, she is so beautiful. The whole night he watched her carefully, noticing all of her reactions and expressions, her clumsiness when he would tease her, her annoyance after that...Those are all cute to Erik.
He leans in but stops just a few centimeters from her lips. He thinks for a while and decides is too early. He kisses her on the cheek gently, making her blush deeply and turns around, waving and heading to his car.
As the car disappears in the forming fog, she enters the house, still confused, only to realize Erik forgot his jacket on her shoulders.
She takes it gently into her hands and sniffs it. It smeels so good... she thinks, enjoying the scent of cappuccino and pine. It was a natural scent. Erik's scent. She slept that night covered in his jacket.
As he got home, Erik had been pestered by Mattias and Tino. He refused to tell them anything and went upstairs, before noticing his missing jacket. He sighed and covers himself with the blankets, touching his lips where they kissed Natalia's soft cheek. He realized when he was about to drift to sleep that Natalia forgot to ask about her knife. Good, he didn't even bring it anyways.
A/N: ALEXANDER RYBAK IS SO AWESOME ASDF /he's the man of my dreams, okay/ /also, norbela's kid since he's half belorussian hehe/ /did i say i love him/
Translations: (though I don't thing they are accurate...)
"Mais, toi et Ivan petite soeur avez un rendev-vous?" - But, you and Ivan's younger sister have a date?
"Et quelle beau mignone femme!" - And what a beautiful small woman!