It had been quite the night. Groaning as the sunlight seemed to hit his face directly, Ivan lifted a hand to take it away, shoving aimlessly at the curtains, so that the light somehow went away. And as soon as he had done so, something moved in his bed, something white, and spiky.

Also, apparently something that was wet as well, as he felt something warm flow down his chest. The white, spiky thing cuddled up into Ivan's face, something that caused him to laugh a bit. This resulted in a low growl coming from the other lying on him, followed by a slurping sound. He looked up after, revealing an adorable and cute sleepy-face, wiping at his mouth.

It was too adorable, so Ivan leaned in and kissed the sleepy-face, only to be silenced by Gilbert carefully placing a hand on his mouth, not awake enough yet for that kind of cuddling. Ivan just nodded, disappointed that his affection went unnoticed.

He looked over to his alarm clock, something he had missed while in the mines. It was actually about to go off, just like it always had done since he got it.

He looked over to Gilbert who had lied his head down again, seeming to have a very peaceful expression. Ivan smiled a tad as he stroked his hair, reaching his head forward, and kissed Gilbert's head, earning a smile from the half asleep German lying together with him. He then reached to the clock, pushing it's snooze button, and rested down again, due to Gilbert literally trying to push him to lie still. Gilbert reached out for Ivan's arm, and as if demanding for Ivan to hug around him, pulled it to his face, and just let it stay there. A bit confused, Ivan tried what Gilbert wanted, hugging around him, and it seemed it was approved off. He just chuckled, hoping no one would interrupt them right now. He knew they had to leave in some hours.

And worse, he remembered he should probably eat as well... He did not feel like it, but it was necessary.

Gilbert suddenly hugged around Ivan's neck, and lifted his head up, so close that their noses was touching. He had a rather annoyed expression, and it was all sported well with a pout.

"I can't sleep anymore. It's your fault.";He whined.

Ivan just chuckled softly, his confused expression during into a warm, loving one. Leaning in, he kissing Gilbert, who finally kissed back. Gilbert moved away from the kiss, as he sat up, sitting beside Ivan, and yawned loudly, giving the Russian a pouty stare.

"We need to pack, so get up." He said, watching Ivan sit up. The Russian just smiled, and leaned in to Gilbert, laying his head on his shoulder.

"I thought you wanted to cuddle some more."

Smirking, Gilbert looked over to him.

"And what makes you think that?"

"Your pout."

Gilbert just pushed Ivan's head off his shoulder and laughed, moving to the edge of the bed to get his clothes. He dressed quickly, knowing he had Ivan's eyes on him.

Though, it kind of surprised Gilbert at just how Ivan was right now. Playful and romantic. It was a positive surprise, of course, but still. The Russian revealed more to him, as well as Gilbert did so too as they got to know each other. And it was good.

Gilbert decided to not shower for now, and went out while Ivan was getting dressed. He had to ask the boss if he had managed to get the visa and such yet, as it was soon, after all, 11 in the morning. The offices he had to call to opens at 8, so he had to have called them.

Walking into the office and ignoring the tired and grumpy Francis and Antonio in the corner of the stairs, Gilbert peeked in, seeing the older man holding some papers, as well a envelope, from the police. Shit.

"There you are."

Gilbert froze slightly, nodding as he revealed himself and walked into the office.

"You passport is in that envelope over there. I called around this morning, and everything shall be fine when the last envelope arrives. You can travel, however, you have to ask for citizenship yourself when you arrive. I'm sure Ivan can help you."

Gilbert just nodded, opening the envelope.

Yeah, of course they had to use the old picture. And his old signing too.

But it didn't matter. He would get a new one soon.

"There is food in the kitchen. The cook as yet to make lunch, but I'm sure you can ask him for anything you like."

Joining into the office, Ivan smiled, looking to the passport Gilbert had just received. He commented that the picture looked nice, and hugged around his shoulders.

The boss quickly understood there was more than simple friendship between them just by witnessing the small moment they shared before leaving for a meal. He simply smiled, though a straight man himself, he didn't even care. Love was love, after all. And even though it had happened during work, there was nothing he could say. He simply scooped up all the papers Gilbert forgot to take with him, and stuffed them into a envelope, closing it, and placing it on the desk, to be sure to remember it. He also had the two men's plane tickets placed on top of the envelope. He proceeded with other work now, mostly writing a letter to the government, telling them what happened, with little detail of the people involved. If they wanted to know, they would ask.

Ivan and Gilbert took their time in agreeing on what they wanted for lunch.

And so, out from that, the two men started on their lunch, letting the hours pass by. Antonio's grumpiness had seemed to vanish, as things started to live up outside of the kitchen. The boss was talking to him, as well as talking to Francis.
Gilbert couldn't help but to be a bit curious. They had been pretty distant for him, and Gilbert had no idea who the men really was except from their names, and it was kind of sad running off like this then. They had brought them food before...

Ivan took Gilbert out of his thoughts, as he pointed to his wrist watch.
"We should go up and pack now. It's only half an hour until we're leaving for the airport."

Gilbert nodded, and stood up, about to take the plate to the dishwasher, when the cook said to let it lie, as they had spent too much time talking already. Gilbert was quite impressed, but let it lie, as he joined Ivan in heading upstairs, and packing up.

They returned down 15 minutes later, not seeing any traces of anyone. They had heard quite the thumping in the stairs while packing, but not minding it. It seemed more men was to leave. Even Antonio and Francis.

If not, they would be sitting about.

Gilbert looked out of the corridor window, wondering to a sound he heard, while the Russian looked as well, smiling slightly

"It's the bus. We should go a bit early, it seems. Or, they're letting off more workers."

Ivan mused the last part to himself, before during to his lover. A lover, who was on his way out of the corridor, seeming to hurry.

Ivan followed after, and soon, both was seated.

It was really weird for Gilbert to see the small bus so full as it was. He had arrived there just with Ivan at first, something that was a bit more comfortable, because it was not too big.

He just let it slip as soon as Ivan had placed their bags by them, and joined Gilbert in the seat.

They exchanged a smile, before looking around.

And wouldn't you know it, right in front of them sat both Francis and Antonio. And they were dressed kind of nicely. Antonio like he was going on vacation, and Francis like he was returning home after a long time away. And it was most likely the situation as well.

Gilbert couldn't help himself, but to want to talk to them.

At first, he asked Antonio if he was the main driver, but he said it simply changed with who wanted to drive. And this time, it was the boss.

Ivan sat by, and watched silently as Gilbert talked to the two, and soon noticed the bus starting, leaving for the airport.

He sat idly by, as the three men started to get to know each other, and even when they exchanged both phone number and address. They seemed to truly get on the right foot with each other, even though it seemed they didn't have too many mutual interests. Gilbert took a glance to Ivan every now and then, knowing he kind of left Ivan out by this, but every time he did, Ivan gave a approving nod when Gilbert looked questioning.

Gilbert learned Antonio had Italian friends, in which he knew in Italy, that even Francis have met once. They spoke of them for a while, and started to exchange knowledge of their families. Gilbert told them eagerly about his brother, which Ivan listened to as well, as he really did want to know more.

It wasn't the best way to learn about, Ivan thought to himself, but he could ask later. It was better that Gilbert got himself some friends, as Ivan knew it surely would be very boring after a while, when he had to go outside and try to find work.

Gilbert couldn't just bury himself in books.

Gilbert and his two new friends started talking about interests, their sorrows, and much, much more. Where they came from, where they wanted to go, almost all they had time for, until the bus suddenly took a stop.

Gilbert took his time to look to Ivan again as they was about to leave, and decided to join his side. He let the two other men join in until they had to take farewell, though not for long. Both had passports, and it was really easy to talk to people now a days.

He joined Ivan, as they sat down at their port, looking out after the plane.

"It's odd how quickly you can get to know a person.. Don't you agree?"

The Russian started.
"Yeah. We're a prime example."

Ivan chuckled, and stroked over Gilbert's hair. Gilbert pushed at his chest with a small pout, as he was not still too comfortable with showing affection out in public. Ivan understood that, and pulled his hand back, sighing contently.

The flight home was flawless, though long. And it shock slightly on their way down to Moscow, but Gilbert was way too preoccupied with watching the city underneath them to notice. So many buildings, and cars. And lights.

They took a cab, as Ivan's car was at his house. He couldn't help but to laugh a bit, when he started to think about how overgrown his garden must be by now. And finally, after two hours of driving, Ivan showed Gilbert his house. It was not too hidden, and not too far from any other house, it was just fit. It wasn't such a busy place either, and people looked curiously to the car as it went by. A child waved eagerly to the cab driver, who waved back.

They finally reached the house, and after taking everything out, Ivan finally took up a old looking key, and opened the door to Gilbert. He went in, curious and seemingly happy, smirking to himself all the time.

Ivan knew, it would be a new start for them both, and it was just to take it as something like that. Better not to rush.

Gilbert knew, he would need to be patient to manage to feel at home, but he was going to try. It was fucking beautiful.

He spun around to Ivan after looking about for a little while, but didn't manage too well, as he tumbled into his arms. His foot was still hurting, and he could see it in Ivan's face, that his wounds haven't healed either.

But they would with time. Both of them, both mentally and fiscally.