... Hi... I'm actually uploading a chapter on time! Anyway, someone requested RusAme, so here it is... I don't own Hetalia, and I never will... At least try to enjoy this chapter...

"Dude, I can't speak Italian, and you can't either, and no one else in our crew can, so why are we here?"

"Well, I figured that Antonio and Arthur's crew would be here. I was right, da?"

"Yea, so? What do we get out of it?"

"You can see your other friends of course."

"Dude, Ivan, Arthur is probably busy having sex with Francis, Matthew's probably spending time with Gilbert, Feli's probably with Ludwig, Lovino is most defiantly with Antonio, Elizaveta is with Roderich, and Kiku is with Yao and Wong Soo, so I ask again. What do we get out of it?"

Ivan sighed, "I wished to spend time with you alone. Is that a problem?"

Alfred rolled his eyes, "Why didn't you just say that in the first place? I see no reason why would can't spend time together, but why in Italy?"

The Russian shrugged, "It was the first place I thought of."

The American looked around, "Did you know there was a fair here?"

"Net." Ivan shook his head, "I did not."

Alfred looked around and shivered. There were so many different booths everywhere, but he didn't speak a word of Italian, so... A walk would be nice even if it was, like, twenty degrees outside...

Ivan noticed Alfred shiver. He wasn't interested in the booths. He just wanted to take care of his lover. He adjusted his scarf so both of them could wear it. Alfred was obviously taken by surprise. He looked at the taller and blushed, "Wh-What-"

"You are cold, da? I am trying to keep you warm. I do not want my little rabbit to freeze. That would make me so sad." Ivan smiled brightly.

Alfred's blush deepened, "Th-Thanks."

"Oh? No need to thank me, krolik. I just wish to keep you safe and happy. YA lyublyu tebya."

"Y-Yea. You too."

"Oh, come on, Alfred. Say it correctly. Pozhaluysta?"

"... I love you, too."

"You so cute."

"Eh? What you mean? Heroes aren't cute! I'm... um... Heroic!"

"Something tells me most heroes also aren't ukes."

"D-Don't mention something like that out here in the open!"

"Well, why don't we just go back to the ship and 'talk' about these things in private?"

Alfred blushed furiously, "When did you turn into such a pervert?"

"Hmm... It all started when I met a very pretty American."

"That is so corny. Have you been talking to Francis or something?"

"Ah, well... Yes..."

Alfred laughed loudly, "Don't take advice from him. Just be yourself, 'Kay? Last time I checked, I was in love with you."

"Well, then if you want me to be myself, you won't mind me calling you cute, da?"

"How you think I'm cute, I'll never know."

"Why you think you're not is something I'LL never know."

Alfred scratched the back of his head, "So, um, anything in particular you wanna do? I mean, we could be here for a while."

"As long as I'm with you-"

"No, seriously, stop. You're Russian, not French. So stop. Please? For me?"

Ivan chuckled, "Da. Da. My apologies, Al. I just thought I'd try one more. What is that saying? When in Rome, do as the Romans do?"

"Um, hate to break it to ya, babe, but this is Venice. Not Rome."

"So, we'll have to do as the Venetians do."

"Well, what do they do?"

"They're Italian. They eat pasta and flirt with cute girls, da?"

"... Okay, the pasta I could deal with, but..." Alfred glared at the Russian, "Are you seriously gonna hit on hot babes while I'm right next to you?!"

"Hmhm. I suppose I'll just have to settle with flirting with you then." Ivan teased, "I think I can deal with that. After all, you are a very pretty American."

"H-Hey, pretty is what you call girls. I'm no female." Alfred huffed.

"Well, what would you prefer? Beautiful? Sexy? Wonderful? Perfect? Hot?" Ivan purred in the American's ear as his wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist.

Alfred smirked cheekily, "I'd prefer you to take me back to your cabin before I tell you how much I love you."

"Well, I believe I can mange that." Ivan picked the smaller up bridal style and carried him back to his ship as quickly as possible. Alas, Alfred had already managed to tell the taller how much he loved him before they made it o the ship.

"Well, you failed. Now put me down." Alfred stated.

"Haha. No, I do not think I will." Ivan laughed, "In fact, I think I will take you to my ship, throw against my bed, and claim you as my own again and again and again. You will be in very much pain tomorrow, but I can assure you that you won't care because it will be very worth it, my little bunny."

Alfred blushed, "Sometimes I think you're messed up in the head, and other times I think you've been hanging out with Francis. Honestly, what goes through your head most of the time?"

"You go through my head everyday all the time." Ivan smiled as he opened the door to his cabin and threw the smaller on the bed. He climbed on top of him and leered down.

Alfred grinned nervously, "Hey, can't we talk about this, big guy?"

"I think we've done enough talking, krolik." Ivan replied, "Now is the time of action." he kissed Alfred full on the lips but parted quickly. The taller kissed the smaller's neck and decided it would be a good idea to leave a very pretty mark that everyone could see.

Alfred moaned softly. He didn't know if this was the start of something very good or very bad.

*Sobs* Oh, Gott, warum?! It's so terrible and so short! I'm sorry! I tried my best, but... Ivan seemed so OOC, and I didn't know how to fix it, and I hope you can forgive me... The next chapter will be a Spamano one... I hope that makes up for this... Es tut mir leid!