Thank you to all of you that reviewed; I'm so sorry for the delay but I'm now a full time student and I work to get myself through state college, so updates will be shaky. Thank you for the kind words- I truly appreciate them.
Your drabbles will most likely be written during winter break when I have a chance to catch my breath. College full time, working full time, and trying to attend anime club meetings is making me so run down, but I love life and I'm taking full advantage of everything that comes my way- but FFN is not forgotten; please believe me!
Much love,
Roxas
Chapter Nine
Sweet Maple!
A flush persisted on Matt's face as they drove steadily to their destination. 'I can't believe I did that!' He frowned. 'I hope he doesn't think ill of me after this. I'm not easy just-' He chanced a quick glance to his left and released a surprised gasp as he saw Ivan was intently observing him.
"Ivan! You startled me, is anything wrong?" Matt questioned anxiously.
"Niet, Успокойся, всё хорошо (Everything is ok). I am glad to see this passionate side of you, it makes me hunger for you even more." A lewd grin, "I suppose growing up with that bumbling fool France had its' uses."
Matthew flushed even further. "Must you tease me so?"
"Only because it brings out such lovely faces from you." Ivan promptly answered.
A delicate snort was his only reply.
"Neh, mon alain (my handsome one), I imagine you can skate very well, non?" An innocent grin queried.
Ivan immediately narrowed his eyes, "Da, you know as well as I that Russia is more often than not victorious when dealing with winter sports." An arrogant smirk. "Why?" He asked.
"Would you care to make a … wager?" Matthew leaned into Ivan's immediate personal space. "I would love to have you have to answer to me for once."
"Well, I've had much success regarding bets when made with you," Ivan began chuckling, disregarding Matthew's glower. "So yes, why not I suppose? What are the terms?"
Matthew dismissively brushed off Ivan's question with a wave of his hand. "That remains to be seen- I'll let you know once we get to the rink. Would you like to have breakfast beforehand?" Matt asked, gazing outside at his country's beautiful scenery.
A considering hum, "I'd like to eat first and then take a look at a certain bookstore you have here in Toronto." An uncertain pause. "Unless you have any objections?"
A fervent head shake, "Absolutment non! It sounds tres bien, Ivan! I would love to wander a bit before we ice-skate; perhaps we can even leave it for another time. The Summit will last for several weeks after all!"
A bright smile was the tall man's response.
As a tranquil silence filled the car, Matthew's phone rang. "Matthew here, how can I help you?" A grimace. "Are you serious?"
Ivan's head immediately turned towards the blond. He frowned, not liking the amount of anger growing on what he considered his.
A furious bellow, "Well you can tell them we won't stand for this! I hold the best snipe record in the world for a reason!" A dark glower was encompassing the beautiful man's face. "What they are demanding is totally unreasonable- we have the power to make their lives hell if we chose to do so, so warn them that they better watch themselves!"
Um, this kinda wrote itself on a slow day at work this week. I have NO idea for the bet and equally so regarding Matt's anger. *shrugs* Matt just wanted to get angry so I indulged him, hehe.
Please let me know if you have any ideas as to what the bet may be. I think ice skating would be kinda awesome, but I'm open to suggestions.
Review or Germany won't get any wurst!
