and i think i'm on a roll! although now that im on it, it will never be edible again... anyways here's another chapter! i hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER! none of the characters are legally owned by me but in my head i am master of all the stuff i wished to own!
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France was pouting as Ivan and he walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand. He had given in to Russia's "sweetie face", but it's not like he could help it. Russia knew what made France's anger toward anything, including him, disappear.
"This looks like the place..."
"This is...?" France looked up at the building. It was his favorite resturant, but in order to keep a low profile in Paris, he had to make a reservation like everyone else."It takes me a month in advance to reserve on such short notice...! How did you get a reservation...!?"
"I know a guy..." Russia smiled. Truth was he had found the manager of the building in the phonebook and asked for "a reservation today, or else..." He got it that way easily, but France didn't need to know that part. He smiled at France's happy face. Suddenly he was knocked back a foot or two. France had tried to tackle him in a bear hug but the Russian was much too big to fall or reach entirely around.
"Oh Russie this is amazing!"
"So do you want to stay out here or do you wish to have lunch...?" France smiled wider as they walked in. The short man with slicked back hair looked up from the podium.
"Reservation for Braginski..." Ivan grinned at him. His eyes widened and he swallowed looking throught the binder and finding which table he requested.
"Follow me please..." He led them to the second floor seats and found their table. He took their orders and scurried away.
"Perhaps we should have a special night before you leave for home. Not that these outings have not been special... just that it would be a toast to our work." He grinned as he sipped his wine. Russia nodded and opened his flask of vodka."Ivan... You know you can order vodka here." Russia nodded as he pocketted the flask.
"Da. I just do it out of habit..." France chuckled."You're laughing at me?"
"Non... I simply think it is so funny... you seem like such a child with your behavior and appearance that I forget you are old enough to drink..." Ivan nodded, not understanding if it was an insult or not. After a minute he didn't even care. France had started to plan out how that day would go since it would be their last day "together", in the same house. England had been very angry about it and they had finally stopped spying since two days ago but Russia didn't need to know that. Having someone to go out to do things every day was very fun.
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"Russie this day has been so great! I do not know how you did it but this day could not get any better..." France sighed as they looked over the railing of the Eiffel Tower. Russia felt warm for once when France said that. He had just come up with a few things to do that he knew France liked, but apparently that was more than enough for him.
"Francis... Have you seen England or China around lately...?" He looked around.
"Uhm..." Ferance blushed."N-now that you mention it I don't think so... Strange, non?" Russia nodded and sighed heavilly.
"Perhaps Yao has gotten tired of spying and decided that I am not worth waiting on, da...?" France pouted when he saw Russia's smile slip away slowly. He reached over to take the silverette's hand.
"How could you think you are not worth it?" Ivan looked up into France's face."I think if he gave up he wasn't worth your time whatsoever! If he gave up so soon he is a fool and you should simply forget about him...!" The blonde male looked at the larger nation's sort of surprised expression and sat back down."I apologize if you take that as an offense since you really care about Yao..." Russia smiled at him and chuckled.
"I do not think that was offensive... I think that is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me..." France felt himself get warmer, in a soothing way, at his statement. He didn't even realize as he began to reach upward to place a chaste kiss on the Russian's lips. His heart fluttered. Ivan was most surprised. He would have expected France to go crazy if he planned to kiss him like that, but no. He didn't do anything like that. Instead it was very light and kind of nice.
"I-I'm sorry!" France blushed and turned away out of fear and embarrassment. He only hoped that Russia at least wouldn't pummel his face to pieces. Suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around his arms softly, a chin rest on his shoulder.
"That was... nice..." He smiled at the blonde. France felt a bit relieved but even though Ivan's expression assured him that it was alright, he knew he shouldn't try to kiss him again. Next time would probably end with him in the hospital for a while.
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