How would the allies spend a rainy day in with their s/o? ((Btw this blog is gr8 I r8 8/8, m8.))
ooooooooo okay here we go
America: Picture if you will, a dimly lit, slightly hazy room. The smells of fried mozzarella cheese sticks, greasy pizza, and questionable decisions hang in the air. In this room is where you find yourself with Alfred, who is chalking up a cue stick. He takes a short draw of beer from a brown bottle and passes the cue to you. After a round of billiards, you’ll go through the door just… over… there, which will take you into the bowling alley. It was lucky, really, because Alfred had wanted to spend the entire day playing Monopoly, but at your suggestion of billiards and bowling, you’d ran outside with him to the car, just a few steps short of drenched. A few beers later, you’d end up tipsily dancing together to a jukebox that had pretty terrible music. Next stop? The roller skating rink!
England: It’s puddle jumping with Arthur. The day begins with a much needed trip to the store, where the two of you try on numerous pairs of galoshes and rain boots, and rain coats, of course. Then it’s outside, in your new digs, jumping the puddles along the side of the road and on the sidewalk. It’s only after one badly timed car that the two of you become drenched, and then it’s indoors for the two of you, sopping wet. The intention was to make some tea, but then the idea of a bubble bath popped into your head. Specifically, a bubble bath for two.
France: Nothing like a day of becoming cultured. A trip to an indoor winery, with a few books and a basket of snackage is the plan for the two of you. After this, it’s off to a cafe, where you’ll curl up on the couch in the corner to just enjoy the warmth of each other while you read. Francis may toy with your hair, scratch your scalp, massage your neck while you lay all over him (in public, too! Shame, shame.) and there you’ll stay, with many a cappuccino cup on the end table beside you, until a local band comes in to play and provide atmosphere.
Canada: He hands you your jacket and pushes the umbrella out of your hands. The point for today is to get wet, from what you can infer. He wants to go on a walk, in the rain. He holds your hand and leads you through a botanical park, and after a while, he stops to remove his shoes and carry them in his free hand. You do the same. Then he pays to rent a row boat and rows the two of you out on the pond, laying down with you in the bottom. After a while, you find, being wet doesn’t bother you. As a matter of fact, it’s rather nice, especially with Matthew there. You watch the lightning flash in the distance, and marvel over how beautiful it is. He isn’t particularly talkative, but you don’t mind. Sometimes it’s better to just be silent… together.
Russia: Blanket forts, anyone? Except Ivan goes hard. He trusses up a hook in the ceiling to hang a blanket from and seems to make a castle out of nothing but warm fabrics. He opens the windows for sake of atmosphere, and it’s under the coverage of the fort that the two of you listen to music, nap, and laze together. You talk, and conversation turns to the more deep and meaningful. Tears that need to be shed are shed at last, and comfort unknowingly needed is given. Shirts disappear for sake of beloved skin to skin contact, and food is the farthest from your mind. Not when you are as intimate with Ivan as you have ever been, without being physically entwined.