Their eyes were locked on each others, two pairs of blue eyes in a stare - a blue of ice and a blue of the ocean. It was no longer a simple meeting in which two came together to chat; it was turning into something more, and Alfred knew for certain that they both desired the same thing. The atmosphere was changing, as though their lust was personifying between them. There was an obvious attraction, but it was unclear to the American on what type of attraction it was. His eyes showed nothing, as well as the German's, everything remained unclear except for the actions. The actions so clear as the brighter blond haired man strode himself closer, the stronger arms slinking around the waist of the shorter Alfred who reacted by tilting his head back, eyes gazing up, once again, to look at the others. He allowed Ludwig's face to proceed closer to his own, no sign in stopping the motions, and relaxed in the paler arms as the lips of the German's met his. The ocean blue eyes slowly drooped down in a closing, falling deeper into the kiss. For all they could know, it could all be a mistake.