I am powering through this challenge!
I'm gonna be crying by the end of this, I'm sure.
All information about Montreal is based off my grade 8 graduation trip. It was fun, but I'm not sure if I'm remembering where everything is…
Oh well. I don't own Hetalia, Notre Dame, Cirque de Soleil, or the crepe place. Or the Christmas store. Hell, I don't own any mentioned locations or objects, okay?
Oh, and this takes place a few days after the events of Day 1. I still need to add them actually getting together…
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Day 04: On a date
It wasn't exactly a date.
Well, it was… Norway asked if Japan wanted to go out somewhere, Japan said yes, and they ended up at Cirque de Soleil, somehow (well, they were in Montreal anyway…). They just didn't call it a date.
Even though it totally was.
Kiku sped up slightly to walk ahead of Lukas, eyes darting over the tent in excitement. "This is incredible! I've never been to one of Canada-san's circuses before."
Lukas chuckled, absently taking the smaller nation's hand and entwining their fingers. "It is pretty nice, isn't it?"
The Japanese blushed faintly at the contact, slowing down so he could walk beside his boyfriend again. "What should we do first?" he asked, leaning his head against the blond's shoulder.
"Well…" Norway considered, "we've still got a while before the show; we could get something to eat?"
"Sure," Kiku agreed readily. "Where?"
"Ah… If I remember correctly, Canada said there were restaurants down this way…"
"Sounds good to me." They strolled down the road happily, commenting on storefronts and people and the food they got when they reached a restaurant they could both agree on ("How about crepes?" "Oh, that sounds nice…").
Kiku managed to get directions in uncertain, stuttering French and they made their way down to the Notre Dame cathedral, a beautiful approximation of the one in Paris. The pair looked around at the statue on its column and the stunning clock on the side of a nearby building, wandered the side streets and found a neat little shop that exclusively sold Christmas decorations, got lost, and only just managed to get back in time for the show.
In any case, they made their way to their seats and prepared to watch.
The show was beautiful; noise and light and stunning costumes. Kiku's eyes reflected the spotlight and glowed like stars as he watched, blind to everything around him. Lukas was content to ignore the performers and focus on his boyfriend. Boyfriend. That felt good to say. Kiku, beautiful, perfectly flawed Kiku, was his.
He smiled to himself, absently brushing the smaller nation's hair away from his eyes; apparently before he himself had noticed it, as he shot Lukas a confused glance. The blond smiled, allowing a hand to brush against Kiku's cheek before pulling away again, leaning back against his chair and settling down to watch the rest of the show.
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More shortness, yay. I'll try to make the next one longer.
In case you're wondering, all the places Lukas and Kiku visit in Montreal exist in real life. Or they did last year, on my grade 8 trip. I got lost in Montreal. Fun.
Next up: Kissing. Wow, two socially awkward guys? This'll be fun.
See ya~!
-Bird