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RusLiech: Towering
"Would you like to go out on a date with me?"
Liechtenstein blinked, staring at the tall Russian. Instead of having his usual smile on his face, he looked shy and bashful. She could tell that he was serious about it.
Switzerland was currently having a shouting match with Prussia and France, switching between the two languages frequently, and Belarus was occupied with America, after the latter had insulted Russia during the meeting. Germany looked as though he wanted to stop them, but apparently he was very interested in the shouting match, like all the other German and French speaking nations.
No one to interrupt them.
"Alright," Liechtenstein said. "What do you have in mind?"
Russia smiled in relief.
…
"This looks like a nice restaurant," Liechtenstein remarked.
Russia nodded, happy that Liechtenstein was impressed. It was a place that was formal, but not too formal. In other words, it didn't have dim lighting, a fact which was more for the sake of Switzerland and Belarus (he did not want to be on the receiving end of Switzerland's guns, and he didn't want Liechtenstein to be on the edge of one of Belarus's knives). Of course, that was only in the event that they found out.
Which they would. Most likely.
The waiter gave them both a quick once-over when they entered the restaurant before leading them to a table. The two of them were left to examine the menus for a while.
Fifteen minutes later, the two were laughing as they discussed the other nations. They had managed to relax in each other's presence without a single drop of alcohol. Russia took that as a good sign.
Russia paused, merely watching Liechtenstein laughing. She looked adorable and beautiful at the same time. Innocent, but alluring. Russia felt the urge to kiss her.
Liechtenstein stopped laughing, and Russia leaned in for a kiss.
Unfortunately, this was the type of restaurant where the lights hung low over the tables, and Russia hit his head against the light. Hard.
"Ow!" Russia exclaimed, drawing back a little.
"Are you okay?" Liechtenstein asked.
"Da," Russia said. "That just…"
Liechtenstein stared at him for a few seconds, before she started giggling. Russia stared at her for a moment, before his face turned red.
That was not how he imagined the date would go.
The prompt is: 'Person B is tall and Person A is short. On their first date, they go to a restaurant, and the lights hang low over the table. When Person B leans in for a kiss, they hit their head on the light. Person A snorted. Person A never lets them forget this.'