A/N: Is it sad that this prompt taught he how to spell conscience? I never knew how to spell it. I always spelled it like the conscious kind of word and then let spell check do the rest! I never knew how to spell sentence either. Fifth grade spelling bee and that was the one word I couldn't do. So I studied for a whole day and now I never spell it wrong!

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So...Conneticion starts today! But I'm not there 'till tomorrow TT^TT Which means I will not be home all day tomorrow. Which means I have no computer. And I don;t feel like paying some cheap hotel to use it's wi-fi for three minutes to upload a chapter. So you wont get one tomorrow. Hopefully you will Sunday, but I;m not making any promises. You might not get another chapter until MONDAY. But, to make it up to you all, I'll still write on those days and upload double chapters on Monday and Tuesday.


Alfred let the controller drop to the bed and simultaneously leaned back to fall back against the sheets. He was totally kicking the Russian's butt in Mario Kart.

At the sound of Ivan's cart passing the finish line, Alfred lifted his head and smiled. He couldn't help the thoughts that floated to the surface of his mind. Ivan was just so cute like that, his body rigid and eyes watching only the screen as he titled the Wiimote this way and that.

"Are we going to play again?"

Alfred blinked, wrenched away from his thoughts at Ivan's questions. "What? Oh, yeah, you pick the next course. It doesn't really matter since I'm just gonna keep beating you so hard."

"I will win! Eventually."

Alfred smirked. And slowly, the smile faded as his thoughts returned to his boyfriend.

This was nice. The whole, just hanging out and stuff was nice. But they had been dating for at least two months now, and nothing had changed. Ivan still acted like they were just friends. And…he wanted more.

Not that he'd actually tell Ivan that he wanted more. That stupid little voice in his head kept telling him how Ivan had never liked men, that was going to take a really long time for him to grasp. But there hadn't been one endearment between the two; they hadn't even really gone on any dates. Walking down the street and getting ice cream just because the shop was there didn't really count. The most they had done was just hold hands.

"Alfred? Are you ready?"

He needed to stop sinking into thoughts like that. Especially when Ivan was around. What if he asked him what he was thinking? It wasn't he could just tell Ivan Oh, I was just thinking of how, you know, all this time we've spent together is good and all, but I don't think we're like an actually couple. Let's go on a date! It's probably scare the guy!

"Alfred?"

"Yeah, I'm ready! Ready to kick your butt again."

Ivan put the controller down and Alfred felt his stomach drop. Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask.

"What is wrong? You keep…spacing out on me."

Alfred didn't know if there was a word, or even a feeling, for the feeling of the color being drained from his face, but he bet he was experiencing it right now. "Nothing."

"Alfred. I would like to know what is going on in your thoughts before you drag me into something that will either cost me my life or my humility."

"It's nothing like that!" Only, you know, his heart, or something like that.

"Then what is it?"

"Well…it's just…it's just stupid nothings."

"Everything you say is already stupid. I will not ask again."

"I ever tell you how stubborn you are?" Alfred sighed. "We've been dating for, like, two months now, right?"

"Da. And?"

"And, I don't feel like we've actually dated yet. I mean, like, we hold hands and stuff, but we don't ever do more," he quickly added at Ivan's confusion.

"We have gone to-"

"That ice cream places and morning coffee don't count! Or, well, it doesn't feel like they should count."

"Not everything you see on the television is what happens in real life, Alfred."

"I know…" He could feel a blush crawl up his neck and he just wanted to leave, to leave and run away before Ivan did because Ivan totally was going to! Why hadn't that stupid, annoying, totally correct voice in his head not pop out this time?

"They are having a fireworks show in a few days."

"What?"

"Would you like to go?"

"Ivan, what is this-"

Ivan frowned. "I just thought that you wanted more in this relationship. Are fireworks not the type of sets you see in those horrible romantic movies?"

"Y-yeah…they are."

"Would you like to go?"

Maybe consciences were wrong sometimes. "Yeah."

"Good. Now I will kick you butt."

Alfred snatched up his remote and grinned. "Oh no you wont!"