"What are you doing?!" Germany recoiled when Russia wanted to kiss him.
They were the very first to come to the conference hall, and together they waited for the other participants in the meeting.
"But..." Ivan was surprised and widely opened his amethyst eyes. "I just wanted to greet you."
"Do it in some other way," Ludwig muttered with displeasure, shifting the documents from his briefcase on the table. His day was off to a bad start, due to the fact that his beloved elder brother, foolishly, overturned a mug of coffee on a snow-white shirt of the Ludwig. He had to iron a new shirt in a hurry.
The expression of Russia's face changed and he quickly headed for the exit from the hall. Sharp steps showed his resentment and chagrin. Absolutely childish chagrin, among other things. Germany felt remorse; after all, Ivan is not to blame for the fact that Gilbert is so untidy. Therefore...
"Ivan..." the German asked hesitantly, and the Russian stopped at the door. Ludwig sighed. "Well, you can greet me as you please."
As soon as he spoke these words, he immediately felt Russia's lips on his own. How Braginsky overcame the distance separating them from each other, Germany did not understand.
Meanwhile, Ivan slyly smiled, kissing Ludwig and thought about what being a good actor is very good.