French Kisses (closed)

Francis Bonnefoy fixed his tie as he knocked on Roderich's door. He took a deep breath and smiled sweetly.

Roderich hurried to the door from the music room where he'd been passing time. Smoothing his hair, adjusting his glasses and cravat before straightening his coat, he took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Oh. Hallo Francis." Roderich greeted the blond with a pleasant smile.

"Salute mon ami. Are you ready to go to diner?"

Roderich nodded and tried to contain his smile. "Jawhol, I am." Stepping out and pulling the door closed behind him, he snuck a glance at the frenchman before locking it, and turning to him.

Francis wore black dress pants and a red dress shirt. He smiled as he held out a single red rose. "For you mon ami."

Roderich blushes slightly and takes the rose. He was wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt, black vest, and an older blue coat.

"Tu est tres bau mon cher. You look lovely." He kissed the other man's cheek and offered his hand. "Shall we go? I made reservations at the best restaurant for us. We will have a private room."

Roderich blushed thoroughly, he was't used to such compliments. Taking his hard, Roderich leaned on him slightly. "That sounds wonderful."

They walked to the french man's car and opened the door for him. He helped him into the car before getting in himself and starting it. When they arrived at the restaurant he got out and opened the door for the Austrian. The place was one of the best in France. It was one that needed at least a five month reservation ahead of time.

The Austrian's jaw dropped and he gasped when he saw the restaurant. "Francis... You really didn't have to do all this."

"Mon cher, nothing is to much for someone as truly perfect as you. In fact this seems so small a gift." He offered his hand as a valet took the keys to the car.

Roderich's face turned vibrant red. "Perfect? Oh, no, not me." After far too long alone, the Austrian was overwhelmed by all of this.

"I think you are, if my opinion counts for anything." He escorted Roderich inside and smiled at him. "I just hope that you have forgiven me for all that I once did in my youth. I was wrong to have tried to harm you."

Roderich shook his head after he took his seat. "Nein, I've done horrible things myself since then." He looked down, fidgeting his fingers in his lap.

The blond sat down across from him and smiled. He took the wine list and picked out the best. The waiter took the wine list and gave them their menus. "What do you think? The fish looks good as well as the roasted chicken. Order whatever you like. My treat."