"What were you saying, again?" Iceland left his phone aside and paid more attention to what his boyfriend was telling him. Something about Prussia and some tickets. Hearing the German's nation's name was what caught his attention.
"Prussia gave me tickets for a concert" the Japanese man was standing by the kitchen counter, two tickets in hand and his phone in the other "Said he didn't like that kind of music"
And right now they were in Germany, for a world meeting that would go on for the next three days and they'd have time to hang out in the evening. Going to a concert hadn't been planned, but he had to admit that hearing Tchaikovsky was interesting, more if it was with Japan.
"Wanna go?" He saw the other nodding slightly, almost noticeable and he realized that the reason he had told him in the first place was because he indeed wanted to go. Iceland wasn't much of going out, so he imagined he'd say no.
"Yes..." The Icelandic nation smiled and stood up from the couch, he was already dressed up since the meeting had just ended, it hadn't been much of a trouble to get away from Norway and arrive at the hotel to spend time with the Japanese.
Japan smiled back and walked forward, standing next to the European, ready to walk out.
They decided to take a taxi to where the concert was going to be held, they didn't say anything but they caressed each other's hands with their thumbs, a gesture only visible for both of them. Looking out of the window, they enjoyed the view, the music from the radio was relaxing.
It didn't take them long to get there, and there was already a line to enter. Not that long, though and they were in their seats in less time than they thought.
They saw the orchestra entering the theater, the lights went off and only the people on the scenario could be seen. When the music began, it was like they had been sent to another world. Tchaikovsky was, without doubt, awesome. The sound of the violin reminded Iceland of when he used to play it for entertainment in the middle ages.
Maybe he could retake it.
"What are you thinking about?" Asked Japan when the number had ended. The Icelander shook his head.
"Nothing... Is just that... It's been a while since I played myself" he replied, feeling his cheeks heat up for the embarrassing moment. He had never told anyone but the Nordics that he played violin and even the viola. He didn't want anyone to know, though.
But he didn't mind if Japan knew.
"So... You play violin?"
"Yeah, but I'm not good at it" he said, looking at the floor, waiting for the next number to start. It was taking a while, for some reason.
"I would love listening to you playing, if you don't mind" The Japanese noted the other's cheeks redden and he chuckled. He was so adorable, but he actually wanted to hear him.
"I will... When we get home, I promise"
And there, the next number began.