Chapter 3

"Do you see that, Spain!" Romano demanded in an urgent whisper, not wanting to be struck by the old lady again. "That potato bastard is hanging all over Feliciano!"

"Dude, actually, I think its the other way around." American interjected helpfully, earning him a sharp glare from the angry Italien.

"Lovi, how many times must I tell you," the handsome brunette tossed an arm around his companion's shoulders, grinning at him in pure adoration. "You cannot fight amor."

"Don't tell me what to do, Sp-!" Romano started to say, only to be abruptly cut off when the spaniard leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A blistering, furious blush immeadiately shot up the Italien's cheeks, his amber eyes widening in surprise. What the hell was he doing, pulling something like that in a place where everyone could see them!

"See, mi poco de tomate?" Spain whispered as he slowly withdrew, his eyes shining brightly. "Even you can't resist amor."

The old woman behind them grunted out a word that sounded uncannily similar to 'bag', though with more of an f sound at the beginning rather than a b...

Romano twisted around completely in his seat, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Say that again old lady and I'll make sure my mafia stuffs your fat-ass into a body bag and tosses you into the canals!"

"Lovi!" Spain scolded, green eyes wide. "We should respect the elderly!"

Of course, that only ended up earning him a good smack at the back of his head as well.

"господин Prussia, could you please not`" the Russian's eyes widened when he felt the albino's tongue trace a particularly large vein running through his neck, his already rigid spine somehow managing to get stiffer. He understood that Prussia was experienced, and that he was only showing him how to pleasure Matvey, but was this really nessisary? It made Ivan feel as though he were cheating on the sweet little blonde, even though really he was only doing this to improve their relationship.

"What?" the albino asked innocently, tilting his head almost completely horizontal and clapsing his lips down on the other man throat, his lips wrapping around his Adam's Apple. "I'm only showing you how to make Birdie feel special." he started to sucked at the hard mound, his moist tongue gently prodding the smooth skin. His fiery eyes closed, unable to help but enjoy this a little. He and Hungary had been unofficial for awhile now, and lately she had been ignoring him. Since they weren't really a couple and she hadn't really seemed interested in doing anything with him other than talking (typical woman), he had figured that she wasn't ready to be out of the friend-zone. So it was okay to be doing this to Ivan... right? After all, a few drunken kisses and then occasional hug didn't mean they were dating... did it?

He tried not to think about it; it only made him feel strangely guilty. Better to focus on the task at hand.

Canada wished he had thought to bring his hockey stick, like Hungary had brought her frying pan. How... how could Gilbert do this to him! The two were close friends who had bounded over their mutual love for pancakes and maple! There weren't many bonds stronger than that!

And... then there was Ivan. Yes, he knew he boyfriend could be phycotic and scary and just downright insane, but... that didn't stop Canada from loving him. Ivan was also caring and protective, and although he sometimes sat on him, Matthew never would have guessed that his Russian was the type to cheat. Especially not with his best friend. Besides! The two hated each other, didn't they! They had only recentky begun acting civil toward eachother for the Canadian's own sake... Or maybe, after all this time, their mutual loathing could have been from (as Papa France would put it) unexpressed sexual tensions.

The blonde jumped when he felt something tickle his cheek, turning his head sharply just in time to see Hungary latch onto him tightly, hugging him for all she was worth. "I'm sorry," she managed to say through clenched teeth, obviously doing the best she could be hold back tears. "If I had known that Gilbert was capable of something like this..." she felt her throat tighten, a silent sob caught there somewhere. "Then I would have beaten him to death with my frying pan before he ever could have ruined your relationship too..."

Canada shook his head, giving the girl a gentle squeaze. "No, Hungary. If Ivan was really like this, than this day would have come no matter what." he took a deep breath. "I'm... really glad I found out before things got too serious between Ivan and I. That only would have made things harder."

"Do you see that, Iggy!" America asked incredulously, gripping the britt's arm in a painfully tight grasp. "That bastard commie is totally cheating on my little bro! Dude is just asking for another Cold War!"

"Oh calm down, would you, you bloody wanker?" England scoffed, growing increasingly agitated. "Hastily rushing into situations is how you get caught up in so many wars! Really, you could learn a thing or two from Switzerland."

Alfred turned his head, scowling defiantly. "Sure, sure. But I always end up winning those wars, anyway."

"Not quite." England smirked slightly. "Might I remind you of the Vietnam Wa-"

America hastily shoved his fingers into his ears. "LALALA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" that was unfortunate for him, because he also didn't heard England's warning before the woman sitting behind them stuck him hard over the head ith her purse.

Japan pressed a fingertip to his lips, making a quiet "hm" noise.

Greece stirred at his side, slowly lifting his head from his shoulder. "What is it, Kiku?" he asked, looking at the japanese man questioningly, very slowly reaching up to stroke a peice of black bangs out of the dark brown eyes.

"Its nothing, its just..." Japan sighed and shook his head. "There are a lot of conflicting emotions in this atmosphere, especially for such a small theatre."

Greece nodded thoughtfully, though he was really still too tired to process what his boyfriend had said. He couldn't help it- movie theatres were dark and the dark reminded him of sleep. He liked to sleep. So, Heracles settled for saying the most generic thing that came to mind, "Yeah... I like cats too." he mumbled before laying his head back down on the smaller man's shoulders and happily drifting off into sleep once more.

There was shuffling in the darkest corner of the room, then:

"Ow! You stepped on my foot, aru!"

Then there was silence, before a second voice spoke up. "... China?"

Yao squinted through the darkness, his eyes widening in recognition. "Turkey?" he asked.

More silence. Then, all at once, the two said in unison:

"What are you doing here?... Spying on Greece and Japan's date!"

If any more countries arived, they could easily make this place their new World Conference Room.

Translations:

mi poco de tomate- my little tomato

господин- mister (I wasn't sure how to have Ivan adress him)

And I don't own Hetalia…. Such a shame… Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be up soon, I promise!

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