A/N: Yes! I finally posted two chapters in one day! I'm so proud of typing this in one day as well. I fell asleep long enough for me to be able to think things through on this so maybe; just maybe, I won't screw this date up.
I feel so bad for Alfred. I feel like I'm just absolutely torturing him with the entire ordeal. I feel so bad… Okay, maybe not as much as I probably should but I think that his suffering will take things to a more serious level. Maybe not to a very important level but it keeps things exciting!
Once more like I have said a billion times before, I do not own Hetalia. I just happily write stuff about it and it keeps me happy. (:
Matthew could feel the tension coming off both Ivan and Alfred but he decided that to protect how his night was going to be he would have to ignore it. His mind and heart were stilling rushing with all of the thoughts of what happened between him and Alfred just hours before. He couldn't bring himself to actually try and solve what happened since he was more concerned about his date with Ivan that night. Ivan was beginning to mean a lot to him even if they had only started talking to each other a lot more on that same day.
Ivan opened the door to Matthew's side of the car for him. Matthew's face went red, and he gave a small "thank you" that was barely distinguishable. He was trying not to be so flustered tonight, but he had never really been on a date before with anyone. Of course, he had been out with Alfred before, but they never counted that as a serious date.
Matthew buckled his seat belt, and he patiently waited for Ivan to get in on the driver's side of the car. His heart was rushing, and he was excited about what was going to happen that night. Along with that, he was surprised at how handsome Ivan had turned out to be that night. Matthew felt a little underdressed and also a little insignificant compared to how Ivan was.
He lightly tugged on the collar of his shirt while he felt Ivan get in next to him. Never before had he really been nervous about something like this. Maybe it just because he could really call this a date and not just going out for a bite with his best friend. He was also afraid of what his Papa and Dad were going to say whenever he got home. When he felt Ivan lay a hand on his shoulder, he pushed all other thoughts out of his mind.
He looked up at the tall, handsome Russian next to him and tried to give the biggest smile that he could muster at the time. His nervousness was becoming a little unbearable, but Ivan was helping him get everything under control. Ivan removed his hand from Matthew's shoulder to crank the car. Once the engine was ready, and Matthew was sure that he wasn't going to pass out from anticipation, they pulled out from the driveway.
No music was playing from the radio so the silence was becoming a little bit deafening. Matthew kept playing with the hem of his shirt trying to find something that was going to keep his mind off of the man driving next to him. Ivan could sense the feelings coming off the small Canadian boy sitting nervously next to him, but he was having too much fun to try and fix it. He kept his childish grin and drove down the road that led away from the city and toward the more forested area.
Matthew found a question that was very important about what he was going to do that night. "W-Where are we going, Ivan?" He definitely didn't want to let his slight stutter come through at that moment, but it slipped through his speech without his mind's permission. Ivan chuckled slightly and glanced over discretely at the flustered boy. "I was thinking something simple would be good for you, da?"
Matthew smiled and nodded since he could feel things lightening up. Something simple would be preferable since it wouldn't be very fun to be around a bunch of people on the very first date. Matthew preferred to be more private when it was something like dating. He had never really been anywhere that wasn't around a lot of people than just one person.
They sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the car ride. Matthew finally relaxed enough to enjoy the night as it came. Ivan pulled up to a meadow-like area that looked like it could have once been farmland years and years ago. Ivan turned off the car and gave Matthew the signal that he could go ahead and get out if he wanted.
Matthew unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up out of the car. He stretched his back out slightly and fixed his glasses to a better position on his nose. Ivan pulled a basket out of the back seat and put it on the hood of the car. He also pulled out a bottle of something and Matthew didn't have a very good feeling about it but he pushed it away since he trusted Ivan.
Ivan shut his door and led Matthew over to the center of the field. Only then did Matthew notice that the field was full of newly formed sunflowers. It was a really beautiful sight to see when you were just standing there in the moonlight. He never could remember seeing something exactly that perfect in his life. The flowers seemed to radiate even more light although the only light came from the moon that was reaching into the sky.
Ivan stood behind Matthew and enjoyed just watching him look around the field. He knew that Matthew would like this field since it was one of his very favorites as well. He wanted to earn more trust before anything else could happen later on. Ivan's smile turned into more of a smirk and his aura became a darker tinted. He was going to prove to Alfred that Matthew was going to be his and his only. No one else would be able to ever lay their hands on him again.
Matthew turned to Ivan and gave him the most genuine smile that he had given anyone throughout the entire day. Ivan seemed to make a day even better just by smiling at him or saying something. The Russian man was someone he would have never thought about going on a date with before but now he wondered why he had never noticed him before. His soft silvery hair looked like something Matthew could just run his hands through all day and never would stop being amazed at how utterly perfect it was.
His violet eyes seemed to look right at his heart and see exactly what he was feeling. Ivan took steps toward Matthew and he ran his rough hand so very gently and slowly down the side of Matthew's face. Matthew let out a small breath that he didn't even know he was holding. His eyes slightly closed and he was astonished that he simply enjoyed the feeling of Ivan. He never felt someone be this gentle with him before. It was as if he was glass and he was going to break if he applied too much pressure.
Just as soon as it came, Ivan's hand left and Matthew let out a small yelp of protest. Ivan let out another chuckle and smiled down at the pout that was on Matthew's face. Ivan grabbed Matthew's hand and brought him over to where the basket was sitting. Ivan laid out a blanket and put the basket on top of it. The bottle that Ivan had before was lying out on the fleece apple colored blanket, and Matthew was now able to read what was inside it. It was a bottle of vodka.
Matthew's breath hitched and Ivan looked confusedly over at him. "Why did you bring a bottle of vodka? A-Aren't we just a little too young to be drinking just quite yet?" Matthew asked hating to be the one to ruin everything. He didn't want to have to say anything about it, but he knew that if he came home with the smell of alcohol on him, Dad was going to have a fit. He knew he would be grounded for the next twenty years of his life.
Ivan took the bottle and pulled the top off with ease and took a small sip from the bottle. "It's not enough to get us drunken, da? Or are you a lightweight?" Ivan teased Matthew lightly. He didn't want Ivan to have a bad opinion of him, so he took the bottle from Ivan's hand and took the biggest gulp he could without spilling any on him.
The alcohol went down his throat and burned slightly as it went down. Ivan laughed inside of his head and he knew that everything was going to go the way that he wanted them to. They pulled out the food and began to eat. While they ate, Matthew kept taking a little more and more of the vodka. His head was starting to become a little light, so he decided that he should lay off right there. His speech was slightly slurred, but you had to pay close attention to figure it out.
They finished off their dinner and spent an hour just talking and looking up at the sky. The stars had begun to shine brightly and even in a more drunken state, it was still very beautiful. Matthew had his head on top of Ivan's chest while Ivan had his arm around Matthew's shoulders. They stopped talking because the feeling of just being close was good enough for the both of them. Matthew raised his head and turned over so he could look over at Ivan.
"Thank you for a wonderful night, Ivan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." That might have been some of the vodka talking but there was also some truth in there as well. He had had a wonderful night and he really wished that it wouldn't have to end. Ivan smiled down at the small boy. "It was my pleasure, Matvey. We need to do it again, da?" Matthew nodded his head vigorously.
Ivan leaned forward and let go of Matthew's shoulders. He stood up and helped Matthew get up off the ground. Ivan gave Matthew a quick hug and began to pick everything up off the ground. Once they were done, they walked to the car and put everything away in the back seat.
They got in the car and left back to Matthew's house. They had only been out for about three hours but Matthew didn't want to be too late in getting back home. Otherwise, the other three men in the house would begin to get worried.
Ivan walked Matthew to the front door and Matthew stood there looking at Ivan, wondering what he could say that wouldn't be too awkward. Ivan could sense Matthew's inner struggle and leaned down and put his lips on Matthew's. Matthew stood there shocked since he did not see that coming. After a moment of awkwardly standing there, Matthew began to kiss back. Ivan smirked in the kiss and led it on for a few more minutes before they pulled back for air.
"Thank you, Vanya." Matthew said giving Ivan a quick hug. Ivan returned it instantly and he had a grip on Matthew like you would have to cut off his arms to ever get Matthew free. They both let go and they kissed one last time as a good-bye. They smiled at one another and Matthew went inside. As soon as the door was shut, Matthew felt another pair of arms around him.
"Cher Dieu, mon petit garçon grandit!" Francis practically yelled as Matthew tried to break out of the hug. He loved his Papa for sure but he didn't want him to be a creeper and watch his son kiss the guy his just went on a date with. Arthur peeked around the kitchen door to see what the fuss was all about. "Don't kill the poor lad. And what the bloody hell are you yelling about anyway?" Arthur asked with his British accent carrying throughout the room.
"Our little boy just got his first kiss!" Francis yelled with glee at the expense of Matthew. All Matthew could do was put his head in his hands to try to hide his blush and embarrassment. Things went silent after that, and Matthew was going to take this as his chance to run away to his room. "Well, good night! See you in the morning!" He ran off before they could either smell the vodka or ask him more questions about the date. He slammed his room door behind him and started to get ready for bed even with his head slightly spinning.g to break if he applied too much pressure.