A/N: Hey, hey, guess what guys? I'm going out on a date after this! X3 We're going somewhere completely not fancy and though we've been going out for almost two years, it still makes my inner 10-year-old squeal inside. Plus, it's free food! XD *blows kisses at date* You know who you are! If you ever read it... *grumbles*
Anyway! There is going to be a twist coming up next week! One that every single one of you that like sappiness and love and yada yada squealing. Because that twist will lead into so much more! There's big plans for this guys!
Russia had been nice. Alfred couldn't say if the time had passed too quickly or too slowly from his cold. It hadn't ebbed until the last day of their trip, so all excursions had been kept short and local. But he knew for certain that he couldn't say he's had a bad time.
The food had been crazy looking and even creepier to try and pronounce, but it had tasted really good…coming from a Commies, too. While Alfred had been more than happy to stick to the stereotypical foods that he knew, much of it being borsch, Ivan had ordered all kinds of strange things and made him try it.
They had walked all across Moscow and back, stopping at every building on Alfred's insistence. Ivan showed him the Kremlin, Red Square, and St. Basili's church. By the fifth and final night in the city, even Alfred felt like he knew the place like the back of his hand.
Ivan had looked so happy, walking along the roads with him, their fingers entwined, just talking. The Russian's eyes would brighten as he explained the history of this building or that structure, and it made Alfred smile despite the creepy, grotesque background.
This really had been a good idea. They were going to keep moving forward with their relationship.
Or so he had thought.
All the happiness, all the excitement, had melted and reformed into stone cold, rock hard anger and jealousy.
"I want the window seat."
Ivan shot him a glare, which Alfred equally matched. "Why do you want that seat? You are sick. Should you not take the isle seat in case you feel unwell? The bathroom is easily accessible."
"I'm not sick anymore!"
Ivan frowned and Alfred felt his lips turn down, trying to match his expression, though the blond felt laughter bubble in his chest.
"Why do you want that particular seat?"
Ivan really wanted that seat! Well, he wasn't going to give it to him!
"Because you got it on the way here," Alfred said. "Now it's my turn!" Ivan's frown deepened and it became harder to keep the chuckles down. Ivan so wanted the window seat, but he wouldn't admit to it! He bet he wouldn't even let himself admit to it. "Why do you want the window seat?"
The hesitation proved Alfred's point. "I do not want it. I would just like to know why you want it so bad."
He totally wanted it. So much. So much that it was hilarious! "I wanna see the ground fall away and become really tiny and see the clouds and pretend I' flying. There. That's why. Do I get it now?"
"Just like kid, Alfred."
I'm not the one trying to pretend I don't want a seat because I do really want it, Ivan.
"Sirs?" The both turned and a female flight attendant was behind them, pointing to the seatbelts on lighting up. "It's time for take-off; the doors are shut and locked. Can you please return to your seats? And if you have any electronic devices please turn them off for the time being."
Alfred smiled sheepishly at her and, out of the corner of his eyes, saw Ivan inching towards the isle. He narrowed his eyes. How dare Ivan!
He brushed past the attendant and shoved Ivan away. The way now clear, the stammering Russian behind him, he plopped into the seat closest to the window.
He beamed up at a scowling Ivan and patted the isle seat. "Sit, so we can take off."
