My Roommate is Kissable:
"Come on Luddy," Felicia pulled him outside through Roderick's kitchen door, "We're going to miss the fireworks!" He gripped the six-pack of beer just before the Italian pulled him out into the winter air.
The bonfire was fully ablaze, melting the snow around it. He and Felicia meet up with them just as Antonio started to distribute the wine. The Spaniard had a bit of a heavy hand when it came to the drink and it took almost two bottles to fill everyone's glass to the top.
"The count down is about to start!" Elizaveta cheered. Everyone turned towards the direction of the city, wine glasses in hand.
Ludwig took a quick surveyed of their group, aware of what the countdown on New Years Eve ended with. Gilbert held Elizaveta by the waist, drinking from his wine glass while she scolded him that he was supposed to wait. Roderick stood next to Gilbert, grumbling no doubt about his brother's lack of tact. Next to him was Elizaveta's co-worker Katsuya, a shy Ukrainian girl with nice…assets.
Ludwig moved on quickly.
Beside Katsuya was Romano, Feliciano's twin brother. Antonio stood by him; arm draped casually over the Italian man's shoulder and Lovina, Felicia's sister, shoulder. Both Italians didn't look pleased to have the goofy Spaniard so close but neither moved him away.
Felicia was standing next to him. Ludwig was very much aware of the hands gripping his arm. Between Francis and Mathias, An'na gripped her scarf with one hand and her sparkling wine in another. The winter air made the tip of her brown nose glowed with a tint of red and she shifted her weight from side to side, Ludwig assumed so she could keep warm.
"Ten!" Elizaveta started and everybody else joined in, "Nine, Eight…"
Felicia gave his arm a gentle squeeze and Ludwig's pulse and temperature skyrocketed. Was she really going to kiss him? Now? On New Years Eve? Would he be able to go through with it? He swallowed thickly, and tried not to look down at her. He looked everywhere else until his eyes fell on his roommate.
An'na smiled at him and he smiled back, finding some solace in the gesture.
"Two, one! Happy New Year!" Before Ludwig could register, Felicia pulled him down, planting a kiss on his cheek just as the night sky was ignited with colors. When it hit him that Felicia was kissing him he flushed and dropped his eyes.
"Hot damn," Gilbert's outburst made Felicia pull away and Ludwig turned to face him, "That's how you say Happy Fucking New Years, An'na"
Ludwig looked to where An'na was. She didn't have one New Years' kiss but two, from Francis and Mathias. She was blushing madly, eyes wide as the two men pressed their lips to their respective side of her mouth. When they pulled away she stumbled a bit, causing both men to laugh.
"Let's dance!" Antonio suggested, pulling Lovina into an embrace. Romano yelled at him, complaining that no one wanted to salsa in the snow in Germany. His comment went ignored by the Spaniard and the dancing started with Elizaveta and Gilbert joining them.
When the celebration started to die down, long into the morning, Ludwig found his way to An'na who was sitting next to the dim fire. He pulled up a chair next to her, watching as Mathias and Antonio argued about which country made better use of a battle-axe.
"Happy New Year," Ludwig said. An'na held up her wine glass and she and him did a little toast.
"Happy New Year to you too," she said and drank what was left in her glass.
They watched Mathias and Antonio, Gilbert joined in saying that Prussia beat out both countries without a stupid axe. An'na pushed up a little in her chair as if she was going to get up. Ludwig turned his head to ask where she was going, just as An'na leaned his way. Whether it was fate or an ill-timed movement on his part, An'na's lips found his and Ludwig was too shocked to pull away. Her lips were cold but soft and had the smooth silky feeling of newly applied Chap Stick. Though both of their mouths were closed, he could practically taste the wine on her tongue. Or did he just want too?
Before that question could be processed and answered, An'na pulled away, covering her mouth with her hand. "I didn't mean to do that." She murmured through cold fingers and sprinted towards the house.
A/N: Well...that escalated quickly lol.