#I live in the city but my grandparents live in fuck nowhere Kashmir. And holy shit I didnt know stars were so pretty

[the-heaminator]

Kiss prompt 44 with RusEng please

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Shhshshd imma melt, thank you anon.

Night was easily their favourite time of day, nice little antithesis there, anyhow, they loved the darkness, they loved the way that until relatively recently into their long lives, it used to completely envelop even the largest cities, lanterns could only do so much to ward against the cloying darkness.

Arthur was partial to the stars, he still was a seaman at soul, navigating by their dull yet constant twinkle for centuries before better technology came about.

Ivan liked the moon, he'd always looked up at the pockmarked orb, ever since he was a child all those centuries ago and in recent centuries him and America had so much to do with it's so far lifeless surface, he had lost the whole space race, but his interest had only been fuelled, he liked astrophysics and was darn good at it too, it had always been there, its phases were consistent and constant, odd in a life such as theirs.

The night was comforting for the both of them both alone and together, and while Arthur may have not been the best with the physics behind it all, he was certainly knowledgeable about them, he was older than Ivan by quite a long time, over double his age, at least nationally, physically they weren't too far apart, he could easily make out constellations on a clear night, joining the dots where Ivan simply couldn't, constellations were odd, but then again Arthur had relied on then for centuries, so it made sense that he was familiar with them.

It was difficult to see the stars in cities, too much light, too much smog, usually cloudy too, only the strongest were seen, and even then it was barely a twinkle, it was a little sad to see how much they faded into the background both in the sky and peoples minds nowadays, the moon hung darker than it used to, but still giving a good amount of light, well reflecting, but let us not worry about semantics shall we now.

On warm summer evenings the two liked to hazard going into a field some distance away from the city, it was always the same few fields and they had never been caught for trespassing so they must've chosen correctly, and when they weren't in the city, Arthur and Ivan both had a number of houses in the slap middle of nowhere when they just needed to leave; that was even better, the sky glistened like the scales of a fish.

It was nice, laying in the warm grass, in the musty and often heavily perfumed air, they both kept roses, wild ones which had grown to trees by this point, or climbers that had seeded their way into the very house itself, they had good fun when they did it, warm and content both inside and out, Ivan always made sure there was some type of food there, just to make sure Arthur ate something before bed, if he did sleep that is, and Arthur made sure to bring some drink, tea or hot chocolate, they both had a rather large soft spot for hot chocolate, a rather recent but pleasant discovery, though again that was more for chillier nights nearing autumn and spring.

Sometimes they cuddled, kissed even, they both liked being held, though it was considerably harder for Arthur to hold Ivan than the vice versa, so he tended to sit and put Ivan's head on his lap and slowly stroke on it, oftentimes one of the two, or both of them, would fall asleep, and when they didn't they usually went about the exact same thing, tentative no matter how many times they had done it.

It always went the same, one or the other would slowly lift the others face up, eyes searching the face for any reservations or the like, in case their advances weren't reciprocated, they almost always were, and they kissed, slowly and quietly, not sensually, they were relatively chaste, most of the time at least, but they were certainly packed with affections that neither of them knew how to word properly, under the light of the moon and the twinkle of the stars, they had seen this many many times, differing times from the 1700s on and off.

The same stars had seen them change as they aged both nationally and physically, sneaking out of camps at the dead of night, they were less suspicious due to their rank, but they had both been teased mercilessly for it in their day, a few soldiers had seen their notoriously logical and frankly a little scary commanders just sitting in a field some distance away from camp with another man, another commander, though not wearing the same uniform staring up at the stars, they hadn't seen what was after that because let us just say that would've gotten a lot more than a bit of teasing.

That night was the same, slow and careful, like the other would break at the softest touch, precious like glass or porcelain, not like they had killed more people than they could care to even think of, that was the first time, and many times afterwards were almost embarrassingly similar, sneaking away for a little kiss before not speaking of it for days afterwards, they were incredibly embarrassed about it even as one was certainly quite loose in many ways, they had only gotten close enough, really less uptight to try and unpack that whole thing, and here they are now, doing the same thing they did a whole three centuries ago, embarrassed and flustered by affection though they've been doing this for so long, and that was unlikely to change, but as they lay in the grass, asleep in eachothers arms, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

#The heam writes #Hws England #Hws russia #Ruseng #This was a different level if rambly even for me I'm sorry anon #You can tell I'm a fluff writer at heart lmao #I live in the city but my grandparents live in fuck nowhere Kashmir. And holy shit I didnt know stars were so pretty