After Alfred called his mother and told her he would sleep over at Gilbert's, the game began. Francis had already sensed the tension between Alfred and Ivan, and was almost completely sure that the Russian had a crush on him because of the way he looked at him, with a not-too-noticeable dreamy expression and from the corner of his eye to avoid the other catching him. It was really subtle and not to noticeable for someone as bright as Alfred... which is as bright as Antonio, but Francis was the Expert of Love, after all.

The five of them sat down forming a circle in the living room floor. Alfred would sleep in the couch while the other four boys would do so in their sleeping bags, as it had been planned before the unexpected visit of a blonde dressed in a Pizza Hut uniform. Francis made Alfred sit down next to Ivan, and occasionally their sock-covered feet would rub and they would apologise, both blushing profusely.

"Ok, let the game begin"

Francis said with a smirk on his face, clapping his hands. He just hoped everything would go according to his plan. Alfred was a little nervous, he didn't want them asking him thing that the commie could use against him at school, so he decided to play it safe and go for dares, even though he didn't knew what kind of perverted ideas for dares did the Bad Touch Trio had. Ivan wanted to be swallowed by the earth as he didn't want to answer any of their inappropriate questions in front of his crush.

"Ok"

Alfred said, a little reluctantly and Ivan sweat-dropped. Antonio was just confused... as always.

"Very well, Alfred, truth or dare?"

Alfred though for a moment and decided to stick with the plan, so he chose dare. Unbeknownst to him, he was also sticking with Francis' plan, who rubbed his hands together. Gilbert was looking at him from the corner of his eye, already knowing what was going on Francis' mischievous mind.

"D-Dare"

"Excellent!"

Francis almost yelled, startling Antonio, who was thinking back dreamily of Lovino Vargas, a younger student at their school who had been his secret crush for several years, since he moved in from Italy with his brother Feliciano, who was Gilbert's brother Ludwig's current boyfriend, and according to Gilbert, his only love interest in his life. Lovino was a bit grumpy, but he was really cute and Antonio was sure that he could cure him from his grumpiness and make him the loveliest boy he had ever been with. Alfred and Ivan were also startled by the abrupt exclamation.

"Alfred, I dare you to kiss Ivan... in the lips"

He crawled until he was flush against Alfred's face, with a mischievous expression on his face and his ever present smirk, denoting his obscure wishes to the other. Gilbert tried not to laugh and Ivan wanted anything to happen rather than that. He wanted a serial killer to come through the door and kill them all before Alfred was forced to kiss him. It was not that he didn't want to, because when he had heard that, his heart had jumped a bit, but he didn't want his first kiss to be a dare.

"Wait, Ivan, this is your first kiss?"

Alfred asked, swallowing his own pride and calling Ivan by his name for the first time since they met. It was not always that he got to kiss a boy who had never been kissed before. 0h, crap, Ivan thought. He hadn't realised he had said it out loud rather than think it in silence. He sighed and looked down at his lap in embarrassment before nodding timidly. Francis sat down in his sleeping bag, with a more noticeable smirk on his face. That was perfect for his plan. Ivan's first kiss would be with his crush.

"Then let's make it special"

Gilbert said before putting on some romantic music and making the lights of the living room dimmer for the encounter. Francis lit a couple candles from the candelabras at each side of the couch and took Ivan by the hand to the bathroom.

"What are you doing, Francis? I thought you were my friend!"

Ivan said in a whisper, in the verge of tears. Francis shushed him and hugged him tightly. It wasn't supposed to go like that for him. He was supposed to be thrilled for kissing his crush.

"Don't worry, mon chérie, it will be the most special kiss you've ever experienced... I know you like him"

Francis said, with a warm smile on his face, while applying some strawberry lip-balm to Ivan's plump rosy lips. The other was frozen in his place when he heard what Francis whispered lastly.

"H-How do you know that?"

Ivan asked, a little fearful. Francis giggled and rubbed his shoulders. They were the same height (*) so they could look at each other in the eyes. Ivan's beautiful purple eyes were watering and Francis didn't want him to cry. He was his friend, after all. His only friend, he thought.

"I can tell by the way you look at him. I know how a boy in love looks like, I had seen it and I am myself"

He said, a little saddened by that last fact. It was true, he had never got over his crush in Arthur Kirkland, and that innocent crush had developed into a deep love, in spite of all the boyfriends he had had in the past. He was not promiscuous, he just wanted to find someone who could replace Arthur in his heart, because it was obvious that he didn't feel the same that he did for him.

"You are in love?"

Ivan asked, tilting his head to the side a little, in confusion. He though that Francis was a boy of occasional boyfriends, not the type of guy who would admit falling in love with someone else. Francis nodded sadly, he didn't want to talk about it, so he decided to change the subject.

"Let's get you even more beautiful than you are, ok?"

Francis asked, with a warm smile replacing his sad expression. Ivan shook thoughts about Francis' possible love interests from his head.

"O-Ok"

Francis ruffled his hair a little from behind, as now Ivan was looking at himself in the mirror. He liked the way he looked with his hair dishevelled, rather than coiffed as it always was. Francis then opened the three top buttons of his pyjama shirt, exposing his smooth pale skin.

"There, now you look beautiful"

Francis said, admiring his handiwork, but on a second thought, he took a strawberry from his pocket and washed it on the sink.

"Wait, eat this"

"W-Where do you take those things?"

Francis looked confused as Ivan was and looked down at the strawberry in his hands.

"I don't know... just eat it"

Ivan shrugged and ate the strawberry, which, according to Francis, would give him a nice taste in his lips. Once they were done, and Francis assured him he looked beautiful and irresistible for Alfred or anyone else, they returned to the living room. Gilbert was looking at the clock on the chimney.

"Great! What took you so long?"

Gilbert said, annoyed. Alfred was really nervous, but he couldn't take his eyes off Ivan. He looked as if he was glowing.

"Wow, Ivan, you look beautiful!"

Antonio said, mesmerized by the sudden change. Gilbert and Alfred looked as if they wanted to kill him, even though he didn't understand it that way, and Francis looked proud. A blush spread through Ivan's chubby cheeks, making him even prettier. He kneeled down in front of Alfred, feeling the whole weight of his body on his knees, making his thighs quiver a little.

"W-Well, I think it's t-time"

Alfred said, shivering a little. Everyone was expectant to what was going to happen and Ivan felt a knot in his throat, but swallowed hard and approached Alfred anyways. It was the first time he would feel his crush's lips on his' and had been waiting that for a long time, ever since he met Alfred and realised he had fallen in love with him.

Alfred looked into Ivan's eyes. He had never seen eyes so beautiful as his', violet was a very pretty colour and made Ivan's face gorgeous, with a nose a little too big but well dissimulated. A blush spread through his face and his nose made contact with the tip of Ivan's, making them both blush deeper than they already were.

The kiss was sudden.

Alfred didn't want to spend another second looking into Ivan's eyes and waiting for the contact of their lips, so he grabbed the Russian boy by the cheeks and crashed his lips against his', causing both of their faces to turn red as a tomato. Alfred's glasses crashed against Ivan's face. Alfred became immersed into the kiss; he had never felt lips so soft and tasted such delicious strawberries on the. His hands wandered down Ivan's smooth face and the soft skin of his neck to his surprisingly small waist. He brushed Ivan's love handles, making the latter shiver in pleasure and embarrassment. Ivan had never experienced anything like that in his life. He had never been kissed before, but he hadn't even imagined that it would feel this good.

Suddenly, he felt something he had only dreamed of: Alfred's tongue.


(*) In this story, teen!Ivan hasn't fully grown to be so tall as he currently is, he is around 177 cm, as tall as Alfred and Matthew.