Alfred cringe inwardly. Well, it was happening. He was not just going to go on a date with Ivan. He was on the date with Ivan. How could he have let this happen? He had no fucking idea what he was suppose to do! Crap...

"Alfred? Are you coming?" Ivan questioned with a raised brow from where he stood on the side walk. For some reason, Alfred knew Ivan wouldn't let him back down now.

"Yeah, yeah" He sighed, walking toward his date (gross) and standing beside him. They stood there awkwardly as other people, ignorant of them, passed by without a care in the world. Alfred wished he were like then instead of his emotionally freaked out self.

"Where would you like to go first?" Ivan asked and Alfred swallowed nervously. Shit, he had no idea and he had told him he would figure it out! He was such a fail. Maybe he could make some shit up?

"Uh..." Brilliant. Pure eloquence flowing from his lips. How come he could make up lies in seconds with teachers, even if his Dad but with Ivan it was almost impossible. Stupid commie. "I don't know." Go on, Ivan, make fun and call me an idiot. See if I care. He goaded in his mind.

"That is fine. We can walk around until we see something." The Russian shrugged, turning away to start walking down the side walk. Alfred blinked a few times, shocked at not being scolded or anything. Hadn't he disappointed him? Ivan didn't care though, why? Why did the Russian even want to date him? Sure, he was awesome and good looking but, at least according to everyone he knew, he was also extremely annoying, loud mouthed and irresponsible.

Ivan didn't seem to care though.

"Alfred." Ivan called, already a little ways away. The American blushed lightly before quickly making his way through the passers by and toward Ivan. Ok, no more deep thoughts. Just enjoy yourself and have fun. He hoped he could stick to that rule. Just ignore that your having fun with the commie.

Ivan smiled at him as he reached his side, extending his hand towards the others.

"I am not holding you hand." Way to embarrassing. Even if they were on a date.

"I only wish for you not to get lost. We keep getting separated, I hope to correct the problem." Ivan supplied the carefully constructed excuse, grinning brighter as the American took his hand reluctantly. Alfred was getting so much easier to coax, they have progressed quite nicely since their first meeting. Hopefully things would continue in a similar fashion. Alfred only took the hand because Ivan had a point, not because he wanted to or anything.

"You're brother really sucks at this date thing." Gilbert commented as they watched the pair from a distance. "And he claims to be awesomer than me, hah!"

"Gil! He's confused about all this so just let him be. At least they're not fighting." Matthew defended, seeing the couple turn the corner and out of their sight. Frankly, this was going much better than what he had expected. They were even holding hands! He had thought his twin would through a tantrum at even the thought of holding hands with the Russian.

"Uh huh, sure. They're getting away, we better hurry toward them before we lose 'em completely." The albino notified, tugging the others arm. Matthew nodded, following his boyfriend through the streets as they watched the awkward pair. He wondered what Ivan had planned for his brother.. He couldn't help but get a little nervous at the thought.

Alfred looked around as they walked, searching for something fun to do. He also wanted to keep his mind off the fact the he was holding the Russian's hand. He definitely wanted to repress the idea growing in his mind that he liked the feeling of warmth that encompassed his hand by the action.

He spotted something across the street, "Oh, hey what if we go to that arcade? That could-" The feeling was gone and he blinked at its absence. Where'd he go? He was right beside him a second ago. He turned around, scanning the area for his date. He was a giant, it shouldn't be that hard. Ah hah, he spotted him a little ways ahead. Alfred ran toward him, ready to give him some lip about abandoning him or whatever when he stopped short.

Ivan had found the ice rink in the town, the outdoor ice field open to the public for skating or hockey. The tall student gripped the railing tightly as he watched the other skaters intensely. But, he wasn't watching them, he was looking through them at something else. Something that wasn't really there. It made Alfred hesitant about interrupting his thoughts.

"Ivan?" Alfred questioned, touching the other person's arm. Violet eyes turned to him quickly as he tilted his head. "Do you want to skate?" The American asked. Sure, he himself was a crap skater, especially compared to his twin but he could stay on his feet for a while.

Ivan seemed to hesitate, "We do not have to..." He murmured, his gaze returning to the field even as he protested. Alfred rolled his eyes, grabbing the others arm in order to drag him toward the entrance. He was such a bad liar.

"Come on, it'll be fun." He encouraged, even as Ivan looked unsure about the whole thing. "Or do you not know how to skate?" Maybe he had always wanted to learn or something? That could explain the look he had given the skating rink...

"Da, I used to skate when I was little... With my sister. She taught me how..." His voice softened at the memory as he recalled it to his mind. When had that been? He had learned when he was very young...maybe five, the last time must have been when he was nine. Because after that they were at the orphanage and there was no time to do something so fanciful as ice skate.

"Then you should be fine! Its like riding a bicycle, you never forget." Alfred assured, entering the building attached to the rink.

"They're going to go ice skating?" Gilbert questioned, watching the pair enter the rink. He hadn't expected that. He had been waiting for them to attack each other but they had remained surprisingly civil.

"I guess so." Matthew mumbled, frowning slightly. Alfred wasn't the best skater, he ended up on his ass most of the time because he insisted on going faster even when he was at a beginners level. Really, his brother had no sense of self-preservation what so ever.

"Hmm... We should go skate too, Matt." The albino declared with a maniacal grin. He grabbed his dear boyfriends arm and almost wrenched him toward the rink.

"They'll see us!" The younger twin protested as he pulled at his arm to no avail. Why had he brought Gilbert along again? Oh yeah, it had been his idea...

"But you love skating! Plus, if they do see us we can say that we were planning to go here since forever." The albino whined with a small pout.

"I don't know..." The younger stated apprehensively.

"Matt! You're the awesomest skater ever, you should totally show off more. And I can be like 'yeah, I tapped that' and people will be jealous of my awesomeness as well."

Matthew blushed and glared at the Prussian. "Gil! You have not 'tapped' me and you never will if you say such embarrassing things like that!" He snapped, digging his heels into the concrete in order to stop from moving. Sure, he and Gilbert had sucked each other off and stuff but they hadn't had sex yet. Yet. Dreaming about it didn't count.

"Come on Matt! Just skate with me. Please?" The Prussian turned around to show his big sad red eyes and finally Matthew sighed in defeat.

"... Fine."

Ivan was such a fucking liar. He probably practiced skating day and night to get this fucking good. What an asshole, tricking him onto the ice with his fake hesitancy. Now he looked like and idiot as he flailed about on the ice.

Ivan, himself, was surprised that he still knew how to skate after such a long length of time without practice. It felt nice to be able to do so again and he felt Katyusha would be proud to see him remember her lessons so well.

"So, you're sister taught you?" Alfred asked, glaring at Ivan's skates as they glided about the ice. The American, himself, remained close to the edge. He just needed to get his footing and then he would be way better than the Russian. Yeah.

"Da, she used to take me out of the house when I was young and teach me." Ivan answered, remembering the few happy moments of his childhood. Of course, the reason to leave the house was that their parents were fighting... Still, he enjoyed greatly the times his sister patiently showed him how to move his legs steadily on precarious ice. She would always laugh and smile at him as he slowly learned.

"Who taught her?" Alfred continued, because she was obviously amazing if Ivan remembered her lessons so well.

"Mother did when she herself was young." Ivan stated easily, turning around toward where the American stood. He didn't seem to be getting his skating legs if the hand hovering shakily over the rail had anything to say.

"How come your mom didn't teach you?" Alfred asked curiously. Ivan seemed relaxed and calm, maybe he could get some information out of him.

"Mother was pregnant with Natalia at the time... And then she died..." Ivan murmured, his movements getting slightly sharper at the memory. He wished he could of known her better but he was only five when she died. Katyusha always said she was very kind and loving... Patient and sweet, and she looked remarkably like her eldest daughter. A fact he learned from his fathers increasingly frightening behavior toward his sister while intoxicated. He swallowed up his anger quickly, pushing away his darkening thoughts.

"Oh... Is that when you were put into the orphanage?" Alfred probed. He knew he being nosy but he was really curious. From what he could tell, Ivan had known his biological parents well before being put up for adoption...

"Nyet, he was still alive." Ivan practically spat, he dug his skates into the ice almost violently as he made a sharp term. Calm down. Don't think about him. He is dead. He shouldn't be able to torment you any longer.

"Who?" Alfred couldn't help but ask the obvious.

"Father." Ivan hissed, stopping his movements in front of the American. "Will you skate or not?" He demanded more than asked, holding out his hand. He seemed tense now and Alfred gulped before accepting the hand. He was pulled farther into the rink, away from the safety of the wall. At least Ivan was going slow...for now.

"Why do you hate him so much?" He asked, ignoring how much his mind urged him to keep his mouth shut. Couldn't he ever listen to the warning, 'curiosity killed the cat'? Still, their previous conversation about Ivan's father back when Papa was in the hospital had made him even more intrigued.

"Many reasons." Ivan answered vaguely, his movements quickening slightly. Why were they still speaking of him?

"Like?" Alfred urged but received only deadly silence. Fine then, he'd approach it differently.

"Were you happy when he died?" He seemed to be, the thought seemed so horrible and cruel to the American. How could someone hate their own father, truly hate him. He and his Dad fought a lot but he still loved him. Ivan remained quiet and Alfred thought he wouldn't answer at all.

"I am happy he is dead, not how he died." Ivan murmured, his hand holding the blond tighter, almost bruising him. He skated faster, dragging the blue eyed teen with him

"How did he die?" Alfred asked and felt the pressure on his hand stop suddenly. He reeled back as the hand keeping him balanced disappeared and he flailed in the middle of the rink. "Shit." He cursed, realizing he was going to fall on his ass. That was going to hurt.

But he didn't, because Ivan had realized and grabbed his arm the last second. Alfred breathed a sigh of relief but didn't thank the other. It was his fault in the first place. He also didn't repeat the question, less he not be caught the next time. Obviously it was a painful memory. Maybe he died of cancer?

"How old were you when you were put in the orphanage?" He asked, trying to open Ivan up again. Hopefully he would still disclose some information. He really did want to know more about him.

"Nine." They were moving again, toward the edge of the rink much to Alfred's relief.

"That;s old... You were their for six years?" He questioned incredulously after doing the math in his head. Six years was a long time.

"Da." It seemed much, much longer than that. Almost an eternity, especially after Katyusha left. Rather, was forced to leave.

Alfred grimaced at the thought of being stuck at his own orphanage for that long. He would of gone insane!

He was going to pose another question when his stomach growled loudly. Ivan giggled as he blushed lightly at the noise. His tense, cold aura leaving him as he watched Alfred reddening face with amusement.

"Shut up, I'm hungry okay?" Alfred snapped, pulling away from the other and making his way ungracefully to the edge.

"Da, let us go get something to eat." Ivan smiled, leading the way to the exit.

He did love to skate. Matthew almost forgot about their 'mission' entirely when his feet touched the ice. He spun around, skating smoothly and gracefully along the ice. Anyone could tell the socially awkward teen was in his element in the rink. His partner didn't compare but was still skilled in the sport, weaving about with relative ease.

"Matt, you're so sexy when you skate." Gilbert commented, as he pulled the other closer to him. Matthew blushed at his boyfriends statement, not able to believe it for a second. He was awkward, not sexy. He was tall like his brother but lanky where he was more muscled. He didn't think he was very handsome...let alone sexy. Now, the albino on the other hand, he was sexy.

"Shut up, you're such a liar Gilbert." He brushed off, trying to pull free from the others embrace. Plus, other people were looking at them and they weren't in their nice gay friendly neighborhood. He didn't want any trouble, he had way too much experience in that.

"I'm not lying." The albino stated seriously, pulling him closer. "You're so confident on the ice, so sure of yourself. You move around with such ease and anyone could get lost while watching you. Half of me wants to kill anyone who looks at you when you skate while the other half wants to show you off. To tell them that beautiful man is all mine, you should of taken him when you had the chance instead of just ignoring him."

Matthew stared at him, face bright red as he took in the others words. Gilbert's tone and lack of the word 'awesome' made them seem truthful and real. He looked into his red eyes, feeling his heart flutter slightly in a cliché kind of way. He smiled at the Prussian, leaning forward to give him a warm kiss. The moment just sort of begged for one. His boyfriend could be so sweet sometimes.

Gilbert responded eagerly, making the kiss deeper because Matt's lips were absolutely addicting. Matthew pulled away, much to the albino's disappointment, but remained in his embrace.

"I love you, Gilbert." The teen stated warmly, looking up into the surprised red eyes. And it was true, he had known that for a very long time. Long before they had even started dating. Gilbert gave him a crooked smile.

"I love y-Shit!" Gilbert cursed, almost dropping his boyfriend as he let go of him. Luckily, the others skill prevented him from falling painfully on his ass. Gilbert growled as he wiped the snow from his face, looking around for the culprit who threw a fucking snowball at him! The punk was going to get it for ruining his awesome confession.

He found a couple of teenagers he didn't recognize, probably from another school. They were laughing at him and one was showing him his middle finger. Those little fuckers! How dare they ruin the moment?

"Gil." Matthew spoke softly, touching his shoulder so that his attention turned back to him. "Ignore them, don't give them the pleasure of seeing you angry."

"But Matt! They did it because we're two guys! I know it because there are other straight couples doing the same thing without being interrupted!" He exclaimed heatedly. He was going to rip their homophobic faces off.

"I know." Matthew continued sadly. Gilbert frowned, why wasn't he all angry? Why didn't Matt want to defend their right to make out in public? "Then lets beat them up, we can totally take them!"

"Gilbert, it's not worth it. Trust me, I know. It'll just make it worse." He was pleading with him now, the hand on his shoulder squeezing it tightly.

"... Fine." Gilbert finally sighed, sending the teenagers a harsh glare before ignoring their existence. Matthew gave him a soft smile. Wait, how did Matt know all about this? We're people bullying him because they were in a relationship? They better not be! Oh, he was going to get to the bottom of this after their mission.

Wait, he looked around the rink, spotting the pair they were meant to be stalking leaving the area, already on the sidewalk and heading away. "Shit, you're brother is getting away."

"Let him." Matthew replied easily, his gaze not leaving the pale face of the Prussian.

"Huh? I thought you were worried about him?" Gilbert tilted his head in confusion. Wasn't following them the whole point they were here?

"I can see that he'll be fine. Plus, I'd much rather spend my day on a date with you then watching my brother have one." His hand drifted down from the others shoulder until it captured his hand.

"Awesome." Gilbert exclaimed happily, now he could focus entirely on Matt for the day.

"Where would you like to eat, Alfred?" Ivan asked as they walked down the streets, keeping an eye out for any sort of eatery.

Alfred knew where he would like to dine but was unsure if Ivan would like it. Plus, McDonald's wasn't really a place to take your date to... Oh but he could really use a cheeseburger right about now...

He hadn't been able to eat there in so long. His papa always hated it when they ate fast food in front of him. He felt it was the murdering of the culinary arts. But now, he refused to have them eat it or even bring it into the house because he could positively say that fast food had almost killed him. Alfred would argue it was the storm that had lead the driver of the McDonald's truck to lose control but Papa wouldn't let him finish. Even Dad didn't want him to eat McDonald's, and before he had even eaten the food with him. After the accident, he could only glare whenever he saw one of their establishments.

Now, he was dying for just a taste of their (in his mind) heavenly food.

"Well Alfred?" Ivan reiterated, glancing down at his date who seems hesitant and perhaps a little embarrassed. He wondered why, though he couldn't complain because the look is quite adorable on the blond's face.

...Fuck it, he wants some Mickey Ds and he's going to fucking get some, "Lets go to McDonald's, unless you don't like their food." Which would be blasphemy and perfect grounds to end this weird date. This weird date that was going much better than he had expected...

"I do not know, I have never eaten there." Ivan shrugged nonchalantly, looking around for the Golden Arches he'd seen numerous times in his stay in the states. He paused when he felt a dead weight holding him back. He turned his head confused to see his date with a look that can only be explained as shocked and appalled. He giggled at it, finding it quite humorous.

"You've never eaten at McDonald's? What kind of childhood could you have had without a taste of it on your tongue? That has to be some form of abuse! Holy shit we need to fix this right now." He added with conviction, taking the lead to search for his favorite eating establishment. He could find one easily, his body seemed to have a special homing device when it came to fast food places.

Ivan noticeably stopped giggling when the other alluded to his childhood and fell silent. He let himself be dragged by the other as his thoughts travel elsewhere. He hoped his sisters were well... He knew Alfred was getting increasingly interested in his past, and he knew that for this sort of relationship to progress into a more intimate one he would need to tell him more about it. Still, it was uncomfortable and he didn't know how Alfred would react to the knowledge that he was a murderer. He didn't want to risk the others growing affection towards him. He was the only person who seemed to care about him, if he hated him after his confession who else was left for the Russian? Would any one extend a hand to him?

Ivan knew in his heart that no one would spare him a glance.

"Ah hah! Here we are." Alfred grinned, pulling the pale haired teen into the small fast food restaurant. The place had few customers inside at the moment, most of them in the line for the drive through. "So, what would you like to eat?" Alfred asked excitedly, he would convert the commie to the epicness that was McDonald's with this visit.

"I do not care, I am not very hungry." Ivan brushed off, looking around the place. He was not impressed, it seemed very uncleanly.

"Fine, don't worry. Everything here tastes amazing." Alfred assured, stepping over to the cashier so he could place their order. Ivan didn't really care, he wasn't very picky at all. You ate what you were given or you wouldn't eat at all, at least, that is what he had been taught at the orphanage.

Alfred quickly returned to where Ivan was seated, the Russian seemed to be looking at the sticky table with distaste. Whatever, he'd ignore it once he bit into his cheeseburger. He didn't really know what the Russian liked, if he preferred chicken to beef, salad to burgers. Frankly, he barely knew anything about his supposed date.

Once he sat down he began to eat ravenously at his two Big Macs. Oh god how he had missed this, so delicious. How could Papa be disgusted by this? It was pure heavenly bliss to be able to bite into one after such a long break without it!

"That is the most unappealing sight I have ever seen." Ivan stated with a grimace, watching the American gorge himself on his meal. He even missed his mouth half the time. Fortunately, he blushed slightly at the comment and began to eat in a more civilized manner. Good, he didn't think he'd be able to continue watching such a horrid spectacle.

"Well? Aren't you going to eat?" Alfred asked, swallowing his food first as he thought of what his Dad or Mattie might say if they saw him talk with his mouth full. He wanted to know if the Russian liked the food here or not. Ivan sighed and picked up his food, thankfully much smaller than Alfred's huge portions, and took a bite. "Well?"

"It is ok. I expected it to taste much worse than how it does." The taller student answered after swallowing his first bite. He could actually stomach it though he didn't really look forward to eating here again.

Alfred pouted childishly because Ivan was trashing his favorite foods, he'd thought at least he would be with him on this one. Oh well...

"So... How come you've never eaten at McDonald's before?" He ventured, starting his second burger while eating some of his fries. Because he couldn't even imagine a world without this blessed establishment.

"There were none where I lived and at the orphanage we ate what they gave us." Ivan answered distantly, was he going to be interrogated again? This wasn't very enjoyable.

"That's so weird... So what did you eat when you were little?" It seemed only right to learn more about him, like what his favorite foods were. What did he liked to do for fun. Was he a football or hockey fan. And etc...

"Must we talk about this?" Ivan squirmed slightly in his seat, playing with his scarf uncomfortably. Couldn't they just ignore his past and focus on the present? He'd much rather do that.

"But I want to know! I don't know much about you when you were kid and you know a lot about me. Why can't you tell me?" Alfred insisted, why wouldn't Ivan tell him? It shouldn't be such a big deal. He told him about how he got adopted without protest! He got to hear Papa's first date story. Yet, he couldn't hear more than a few words about the commie's past! Ivan remained annoyingly silent, eating his food quietly.

"What was your orphanage like? Was it Catholic like mine?" Alfred asked, undeterred. He was going to find out more if it killed him.

"Nyet."

"Did you like it there?"

"Nyet."

"Why?" Maybe he could get more than a one word answer.

"It is not important."

Alfred groaned, giving the other an annoyed glare. He was making this way more difficult than it had to be. "You know, if this is ever going to work you're going to have to tell me."

"...I know." Ivan sighed, finishing his food and taking a sip of the water Alfred had gotten him. Alfred hadn't expected the confession, he'd thought the other would denounce the idea quickly. "I will tell you, but not now, not here." He finally acquiesced.

"Fine, but you better." Alfred accepted, giving the other a warning glare. He wasn't going to let this go any time soon.

Gilbert continued to kiss his boyfriend heatedly, pressing him into the soft grass around them. After skating a little while longer, they had continued to walk through the city before turning into one of the parks. Soon, they had found a secluded area and started by kissing each other chastely.

Of course, that had developed rather quickly into their current situation. The one with Matthew lying in the grass, Gilbert hovering over him. They were both breathing heavily, faint blushes dusting their cheeks from their long passionate kisses.

"Gil." Matthew murmured, tugging at the pale snowy hair so the other turned to him. Gilbert looked up into the dark violet blue eyes, pulling away from the others oh-so-kissable neck.

"Hmm?" It almost sounded like a moan as he drew out the sound from his throat, Matthew shivered as it ghosted his cheek.

"I love you." Matthew whispered, his breath a few centimeters from the others lips. Gilbert shuddered slightly, his grin growing as he blushed from the twin's words.

"I love you too." He repeated, uninterrupted this time. He leaned forward and captured the others lips in a much too brief kiss because Matthew quickly pulled away.

"L-let's do it." He stated, voice wavering slightly and cheeks dark from embarrassment. Gilbert tilted his head to the side for a moment before he realized the implications of what he said, causing his red eyes to widen.

"Oh. You mean. Uh...That." Gilbert spoke hurriedly, his words tripping over themselves as he was caught off guard by the request. Matthew giggled at the reaction, smoothing some of the white unruly hair lovingly.

"I'm ready Gilbert. I know I am, are you?" He asked softly, and the albino nodded vigorously.

"I've been ready since I met you! Ok wait no we were like seven...Uh that sounds wrong, I mean—Well, you know what I mean, right?" He was floundering and it was so not awesome. Shit, he needed to be suave and charming and awesome!

Matthew chuckled, remembering how the other had similarly floundered when first asking him out. Gilbert could be so cute sometimes... "I know what you mean." He assured, leaning forward to kiss him reassuringly.

"Y-yeah. Wait do you want to do it now? Like right here? Because I don't have any lube with me and-" Matthew silenced his babbling with another kiss, pulling back with an amused smile.

"No, not here. Lets go to your house, no one's home right?" Matthew said calmly because his boyfriend surely wasn't.

"Yeah, West and Feli are out." Gilbert responded, staring into those violet pools. They were going to have sex. Tonight. This was so awesome! He couldn't wait to show Matt how much he loved him and how awesome of a lover he could be.

"Are you going to get off me?" Matthew asked amused, laughing as the Prussian quickly jumped off of him. He got up and took the others hand and lead him out of the park.

"You're hands shaking Gil." Matthew notified with a raised eyebrow.

"It's 'cause I'm excited."

"About finally having sex?"

"No, about makin' love" Gilbert gave him smirk that looked way too much like Papa's and caused him to blush profusely. It turned into a grin at the sight and their footsteps hurried toward their car. All thoughts of Alfred escaped the twin's mind, Gilbert always did have that sort of effect on him...

It was getting late now as they walked the streets, Alfred wasn't even bothered that they were holding hands again. It was much easier to become separated now because it had gotten very dark, it had nothing to do with the possibility of ghosts or zombies coming to take him away. Nope. Not at all.

"Would you like to see a movie?" Ivan asked, spotting a movie theater across the street. That was what Matvey and the annoying one had done, perhaps it would work for them too.

"Sure, not much else to do at night." Alfred agreed, crossing the street to look at the listings.

"What would you like to see? I do not mind. It is your choice." Ivan had never really been a movie person, he preferred literature to the big screen.

"Ok, hmm... Oh! I've been wanting to see The Haunting of the Damned! Lets watch that!" He knew it was a horror film bu he was a hero. He could take it. He'd be fine. Completely fine.

Ivan nodded absently, going over to the ticket booth to purchase the tickets while Alfred purchased snacks. How could he be hungry again, already? Oh well, as long as he was enjoying himself.

Ivan blinked at the tub of popcorn Alfred returned with, along with an extra large soda that had two straws. "I got a deal, but we have to share the soda. That cool, right?" Alfred questioned, not really caring. He did it with his brother whenever they went to see movies... Sure it was Ivan this time but the idea of sharing a drink wasn't as revolting as he thought it would have been. He wasn't going to dwell on it, he was just going to enjoy his movie.

"Da, that is fine." What progress! Wasn't sharing a milkshake or drink a form of intimacy in America? And Alfred had started it without his encouragement!

They ventured toward the room housing their movie, sitting near the back. Alfred munched on his popcorn excitedly as the previews showed, commenting on which ones he was going to see (read: all of them). Ivan just nodded, half paying attention to what the other was babbling about. He hoped this movie would be some what entertaining but he didn't have much faith in it.

What proved to be most entertaining, as the movie started, was Alfred. He was actually scared of the obviously fake looking blood and ghosts. At first he only trembled and screamed with the rest of the viewers. Then he would cover his eyes but peak out anyway, unable to stop watching as one of the sluttier girls was killed (which Ivan had predicted right at the beginning).

It became so entertaining that he stopped watching the movie entirely to focus solely on Alfred. The American was almost crying out in fear. How adorable. So Alfred was afraid of such movies but not of himself? He was some what offended, but he didn't mind it much. Especially when the ghosts attacked once more and Alfred flew into his lap.

It was a wonderful turn of events to find him hugging him tightly, burrowing his face into his chest. At first, Ivan had tensed, not expecting the action but soon relaxed. He slowly wrapped his arms around the other so he wouldn't startle him.

"T-tell me what's ha-happening." Alfred ordered weakly, unable to turn around and see for himself but still needing to know how the film ended.

"The brown haired woman-" Ivan started to explain before being rudely interrupted.

"Michelle?"

"Da. She was just decapitated." Alfred whimpered, trying to peer around in order to see at least a glimpse of the screen.

"What's Jim going to do?"

"He is waving a Bible around." Ivan said, really this movie was quite ridiculous. "No wait. Now he's dead too." They should all be dead soon, the movie should be ending by now.

Alfred whimpered again burrowing his face near the others neck. Even when he wasn't watching the screen he screamed with the audience. It was very fascinating to Ivan how the movie had affected him so much. He'd have to do this more often...

"I hate ghosts, I hate them. I hate them." Alfred chanted, his eyes screwed shut but ears still straining to hear the film.

An idea formed in the Russian's mind and he smirked mischievously. "I can make the ghosts go away."

"How?" Alfred asked, intrigued, his eyes shifting toward the violet ones of his date. He only now realized how close they were. He didn't get his answer. Instead Ivan kissed him, holding his face in place to keep him from pulling away.

Alfred stiffened, eyes shooting open as his heart beat wildly in his chest. Another scream erupted from the crowd and he gasped in surprising, allowing Ivan entrance into his mouth. The taller student kissed him slowly, soothingly until Alfred's eyes closed and he finally kissed back. The movie slipped to the back of his mind as he focused on the warm kiss that made his heart flutter abnormally. He didn't know why it had such an effect on him. As his mind tried to argue with him about the fact he was kissing the commie he ignored it because fuck it felt good.

When they parted for breath, Alfred realized what they had just been doing and his brain finally won, making him quickly scurry off the others lap. His face was bright red as he turned his attention back to the movie, only to see the credits rolling.

"Fuck. I missed the ending!" He snapped angrily, his lips still tingling as he tried to repress what they had just been doing. Why couldn't he listen to his head for once?

"They all died and the house remained haunted." Ivan filled in easily, smiling happily. Alfred had kissed back, things were going wonderfully. Perhaps they could do it again?

"Well time to go!" Alfred said quickly, running out of the room before Ivan could bring up the kiss. They had already kissed before, why was he still freaking out about it? Plus, they were on a date. Didn't he expect to get a kiss? But it was Ivan! Ugg... Still, the kiss was pretty awesome...

No. No it wasn't. It was a kiss with the commie, it couldn't possibly be enjoyable! Or at least, that's what he insisted in his head. Ivan approached him in the theater lobby with a confused expression and he felt a little guilty for just running out of the room like that. Hadn't Mattie said he needed to think about Ivan's feelings more?

"Is everything all right, Alfred?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Sorry, uh... I think its time to head home... It is pretty late." Alfred quickly said, ignoring how Ivan looked slightly disappointed.

"Da." Ivan said simply, leading the way into the night. Had he done something wrong? Perhaps this kiss had gone to far? At least Alfred wasn't yelling at him or even ignoring him. In fact he continued to walk beside. He enjoyed how Alfred stayed closer to him, holding his hand tightly. He must still be afraid from the movie.

"Are you sure?" Gilbert asked nervously, playing with the bottle of lube in his hands.

"Yes, Gilbert." Matthew repeated.

"Absolutely positive?"

"For the hundredth time yes. Are you going to prepare or am I going to have to do it my self." Matthew said exasperatedly. He was getting impatient and he needed some attention down there.

"I just don't want to hurt you and have you regret it." Gilbert mumbled awkwardly, a light blush appearing on his pale face.

Matthew's eyes softened and he smiled at his sweet boyfriend. "I'm absolutely positive and I could never regret this." He assured, leaning forward to capture the others lips. Gilbert finally seemed to relax.

Alfred entered his house at around 10 pm after dropping Ivan home at Toris'. His legs were starting to hurt from all the walking/skating and he really wanted to go to sleep. This whole Ivan thing was pretty taxing. He was not expecting his father to greet him with an angry glare before he could take two steps into his home.

"Hey Dad." Alfred greeted, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook. Arthur's hair was disheveled, his shirt buttoned incorrectly and on backwards, and his pants were messy. His feet were bare, even though he insisted on wearing socks in the house when his shoes weren't on. Alfred grimaced at the realizations of the activities his parents had been partaking in during his absence. Hopefully it was in their bedroom, not on the table like the last time he'd caught them. They ate there for crying out loud!

"Don't 'hey Dad' me, Alfred. Who gave you permission to date, let alone Ivan?" He snapped, his worry for his sons safety forming into anger. The frog was asleep which meant he couldn't stop him from yelling out what he felt was right. Alfred was still too young to be tangle up with that teen.

"I gave myself permission. I'm sixteen" Alfred answered with a frown. What was his problem? And what did he mean 'let alone Ivan'? He wasn't in the mood for one of his Dad's rants about him.

"Sixteen doesn't make you an adult." Arthur reminded, patience wearing thin at his son's attitude.

"I'm more of an adult than a child." Alfred said back, getting aggravated at the sudden interrogation when he was this tired. He could date whoever he wanted. His Dad had no right to tell him otherwise.

"No, you still act like an irresponsible child and therefore you'll be treated as one."

"I'm not an irresponsible child! I can date whoever I want and if I want to date Ivan then I'll date Ivan." The American practically snarled, stamping his foot on the ground for good measure.

"Don't you use that tone with me. I am your father and if I forbid you from seeing him then you will listen to me!" Was Alfred actually throwing a tantrum? And he claimed to be an adult!

"I don't care if you 'forbid' I'm still going to see him!" He wasn't even sure if he was going to keep dating Ivan but now he definitely had to for a little while longer in order to spite his stupid father.

"I will not have you around such a dangerous individual."

"He isn't dangerous! He's just misunderstood! I'm going to date him and you can't stop me." He snapped, pushing his way through his father but was unsuccessful as the British man grasped at his arm.

"And how do you know that Alfred? You are practically incapable of reading people's true motives!" Arthur growled. Things always ended with them yelling didn't it?

"I'm not a dumb ass! No matter how stupid you think I am, I can take care of myself. I'm dating Ivan and that final!" He shouted back, pulling his arm free violently and storming up the stairs.

"Alfred! Alfred come down right now!" He had never said he was stupid. Why couldn't he ever actually listen to him?

Alfred ignored him and slammed his bedroom door shut, and throwing himself onto his bed. Why did Dad have to be so controlling? He was sixteen! He should have the freedom to date whoever he wanted! In fact, he would make sure of it.

He fished out his cell phone, pressing the missed calls button to find Ivan's number. He called it and waited impatiently for it to answer.

"Alfred?" Ivan asked his voice showing his slight confusion. Why was the American calling him so soon? He had thought the date had ended sourly...

"Hey, Ivan. I'm just calling to see if you want to go out again sometime? Cool thanks, talk to you later. Bye." He said quickly before hanging up the phone. There, that'll show Dad. He couldn't control his relationships, no matter how much he tried.

Ivan blinked, closing the phone as the dial tone sounded. Alfred had asked to go on another date... That meant he had enjoyed this date. Ivan smirked at nothing, things were progressing very nicely indeed.

Gah! So very long. I think the longest chapter I've written so far. I hope its good cause A LOT of stuff happens.
Anyway, next chapter Mattie comes home and things dont go so well... You'll see Mhuhahahahah
Thanks so much for all the reviews guys! You are all epic!

That reminds me, I haven't been answering reviews because I'm inherently lazy and all that jazz. Plus, most of the questions I would answer with: "Be patient and all will be clear soon." or something vague like that. But I'll try to answer you guys from now on... Maybe... Idk... -.- Fail.

Thanks for pointing out my Russia slip up! I'll go fix that because its pretty embarrassing, at least it took me 24 chapters!

One last thing, Starlenia did more fan art because she's just awesome. Ivan and Alfred kiss in one, so you should check them out! :3

Alright, I think that's about it. See you Sunday!