A/N: I'm sorry, but I;m about to spam the entire chapter.

Conneticon was just about the most amazing thing I've ever seen. And yeah, a lot of people are saying that it has been way better, but this is the first Con I've ever been to. So, it was high up there in my opinion. So many laughs and I wasted all of my work money on random stuff. But I got the third Hetalia manga (I cried because I thought I left it in the hotel room but it was really just hiding in my scarf) and the Black Butler pocket watch! (You fancy~?) I hung out with Slenderman, stole my friends' food, and walked around like a boss.

I want to go again.

I am in post-con depression. Life has no color anymore...but, I'll go over it! Oh, and I talked to Chris Cason, the voice of Holy Rome! He wanted to improve his life by doing what his fans do, so he now has to walk into a glass door, fall on his face, and eat at the restaurant I work at XD If he actually walks in one day, I'm to fangirl like tomorrow.

*clears throat* Okay! About this chapter now! It's fluff. Ivan benig a ball of nerves, Alfred being a ball of nerves because Ivan's a ball of nerves. And then! Well, youll just have to read!

Oh, and Pengirl100and2, it was very nice meeting you!


Alfred knew something was up with Ivan. It wasn't even just the way Ivan didn't keep still as they sat on the crown of the hill, awaiting the start of the fireworks display. There had been all kinds of crazy clues all the way here.

Ivan never forgot anything. Even if Alfred told him hours beforehand that they needed something, he would have it in his hand the moment they walked out. He was the one to tell Alfred when he forgot something! Yet, they had to take trips back to the car because of all the stuff Ivan had forgotten to bring out with him.

Alfred scoffed into the summer night air. Who would forget the most important part of this anyway? Food was defiantly not something you could just forget about Especially the candy they had in there, hiding underneath all the sandwiches and juice.

His exasperation slowly melted when Ivan didn't notice any of his inner musings. What was wrong with him? Ivan could find some guy yards away looking at them just from the way Alfred ran his hands through his hair.

The car ride had been like this too. Well, more worrying, he thought. Ivan hadn't wanted to drive. That was probably the most shocking of all the events to take pace this night. Alfred couldn't think of one time when he was allowed to even touch the car. And the guy had told him to drive and spoke no more.

Ivan had acted the same way too, in the drive down. Ivan refused to even look at him. Ivan's fingers were tapping, his eyes darting, it was unnerving.

Alfred glanced at Ivan and immediately haunted violet eyes flew from his face. Alfred frowned. Did he have something on his face? They hadn't even eaten yet. Or, well, he was waiting for Ivan to eat something because he was pretty sure it looked like Ivan was going to reject anything he tried to swallow. Plus, Alfred didn't feel like any blemishes were about to skyrocket out of his skin. Maybe Ivan thought he smelled bad? It must have been the shampoo or something, because he had showered before Ivan came over…

The first bang came.

Colors flashed high in the air, illuminating the sky and masking the stars. Children screamed. Teenagers whooped and adults clapped. And Ivan jumped.

Ivan was never caught unawares, never surprised. Ivan was never afraid. It made Alfred afraid.

"Ivan, what's-" The next round of fireworks swallowed Alfred's words. Or, so he thought since Ivan didn't respond. He didn't even move. Unless he was faking it like a jerk and still ignoring him. Like he had all this time. Resolved to get this explained, he leaned closer, placed a hand on Ivan's shoulder to get his attention.

Ivan flinched, his adam's apple jumping as he tried to swallow around a lump of something.

"Ivan! What's wrong?"

"Alfred, I-I…it is…" Alfred leaned in closer, the fireworks' boomings masking Ivan's whispered, nervous words.

And then Ivan was leaning in and the fireworks were in Alfred's head as well as outside in the chilly air.

When Ivan pulled back, Alfred's lips still tingled from the kiss and a swarm of butterflies bloomed in his stomach. He blushed, and as glad for the cover of darkness.

So that was what Ivan was freaking out about the entire time? Some kiss? Not that it wasn't nice or anything… He felt his wonderfully numb lips tilt up in a smile.

Ivan was trying.