Okies. This one was a bit more planned, but otherwise, it's also a "wing it" sorta fic. I really like the idea behind it though... 'cuz it just seems to fit the characters in the way that I have come to know them through writing them.

So... without further ado, here's the story. Hope you guys like it.

Started March 27th.

Completed March 30th.

Authoress: Desperatembrace

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers. Plain, black and white. The end.

Warning:

Possible OOC-ness

Yaoi

Language

Sexual Content

Alternate Universe

Oneshot Genre(s): Humor, General, Romance, Angst

Ice Cream

The soft tinkling of a bell chimed in with the light murmur of the cafe, blending in with the bright yet soft atmosphere. Two young men entered, one steering the other to a far-off table toward the back with a not-so-gentle leading hand. The older of the two, following along behind the blond, allowed his hazel eyes to slide around the open space of the establishment, taking in the quaint and cozy ambiance.

For once, he almost felt like his usual scowl would be unneeded in such a place, but he pushed the thought back. He wasn't about to start grinning or smiling like some fruit just because he came to such a homey-feeling place. Never.

He snapped from his thoughts when there was a sharp tug on his arm, looking up only to find his companion dropping heavily into a light blue booth. Just realizing that his arm had been released, he took the seat across from the blond, giving the man a bit of a confused glance for a moment before turning away, already knowing that there was little chance of him explaining himself.

Ludwig had always been like that.

His lover had shown up at his front door that day, announced that they were going on a date, and then promptly drug him out of the house and to a small cafe that was really close by but he'd never bothered to notice.

Scowl burning at full force, the brunette glared at the innocent window that their table was pushed up against, not even realizing that he had in fact scared a small child on the other side of the glass.

He and Ludwig had been dating for all of two years, living together in the younger man's rather nice little house. It was a rather relaxed relationship--not that he was complaining--but it lacked what all real relationships required.

Love.

Sure, he liked the guy. He was nice and all that jazz... attractive. But nothing really made him into an endearing mess. He didn't notice anything small about the man and he hardly felt like he knew him. It was rather pathetic for a two year relationship.

They spent the next few minutes in silence, each staring off at a different part of the shop before a rather energetic young woman stepped up to their table and said, "Hi! Welcome to S&F's cafe, serving everything from burgers to shakes and specializing in ice cream. I am Elizaveta and I'm going to be your waitress for today. So, what can I get for you handsome young men?"

She pulled a pen and notepad out of her apron pocket as she spoke and then looked at them both expectantly. Just as he Lovino had been about to open his mouth, Ludwig beat him to the punch.

"We'll both have this," he said, ignoring the look of incredulity coming from his lover as he pointed to a small picture in the corner of the menu. Elizaveta darted a glance to the older man before giving an almost cautious nod when she found a scowl stretching across his features.

"Alright, then..." She pocketed the items and wiped some sweat off on her apron, pivoting at only a minute angle on her foot and saying, "I'll be back with your meals shortly," and quickly hurried away.

Lovino fervently ignored the feeling of his lover's eyes boring into the side of his face, intending instead to keep staring out the window with a resolute firmness. They spent the next few moments in a complete and awkward silence, the light murmuring of other patrons serving as their only background noise. They both looked up when they heard a light squeak, eyes landing on their waitress just in time to see her very nearly topple to the ground along with their food.

Luckily, however, the girl quickly regained her footing, dusty-brown locks swaying around her face for a moment before she caught the couple's eyes and gave a precarious smile. A few steps from their table, the shop door opened, bell chiming pleasantly through the spacious room. A young man stepped into the establishment, light brown hair accented by a childish clip holding some locks out of his face, and a single, delicate curl, so much like his own.

Almost immediately, his blond partner's eyes were torn from their curvaceous waitress and glued onto the patron that had just walked in. Lovino gauged the man's reaction silently, a scowl no longer marring his features. Even as the plates were placed before them and after Elizaveth had excused herself, Ludwig's eyes were still following the young man around.

Before long, Lovino shook his head and turned to his meal, scowling when he realized that it was in no way Italian. Irritation creeping back once more, he viciously cut into his meal with his fork, eyes returning to the person who had just walked in, watching as he walked up to their waitress and gave her a very enthusiastic greeting.

"Feliciano.." he muttered, shoving a bite of egg into his mouth.

Ludwig's eyes always seemed to stray to his brother.

Just a few months after the little cafe outing, the two of them broke off their relationship. Actually, in all technicality, it was Lovino that had broken things off--and for good reason, too.

After all, wasn't that the normal thing to do when you come home to find your very naked lover entangled in the bed sheets with your equally naked brother?

Looking back on the whole mess, Lovino couldn't help but feel like giving a dark chuckle. It was funny, actually. When walking home to find something like that, most people would feel like they had been stabbed in the heart, right? Not him, though. Not even a single sliver of sadness. The only thing that he felt was a little bit of anger--but not at his brother--hell, not even at Ludwig. It was at the universe. It seemed like Fate had this fucked up idea that everything that he had needed to be taken away by his younger brother. Luckily, it was something that didn't hurt so much this time.

So when Lovino had stood in the doorway, staring at the two on the bed that were watching him with wide eyes, the only thing he said was, "Oh. Good luck, I guess." And he turned around and walked out of the house.

Now that he thought about it, he wasn't even really all that sure about what he meant when he had said "good luck".

Either way, he should have known given all of the covert looks that the blond had been giving Feliciano. It was only to be expected.

The few months after that had been hell, though. Being the social recluse that he was, Lovino didn't have all that many friends. He couldn't get in contact with his parents because they were out of the country and he didn't exactly want to go back home where his ex and brother were, so he officially had no place to live. After a few good and long hours of deciding and reconsidering, however, he finally steeled himself and bit back his pride.

He called Gilbert--the closest person he had to a friend.

At least, that's what the silver-haired, egotistical bastard called himself, but he himself would never say this out loud. The most he'd admitted to on their relationship was being acquaintances. Nothing more.

Let it never be said that I can stand pretentious, ostentatious, head-up-the-ass bastards ever again.

A few weeks later found Lovino glaring at the brick wall of the cafe that he had visited with his ex a couple months back. The tables surrounding him were empty, all of the other patrons for that day stuffed at the other side of the establishment in order to avoid his glares of doom.

There was a light, sweet laugh above him, and then the chair across from him was being pulled out, a short, gentle-expressioned man settling into the seat. He tapped his fingers against the tabletop for a moment before raising a questioning eyebrow at the ice cream that he had been viciously downing. Lovino took a moment to swallow the lump of Pistachio and Almond ice cream in his throat. Closing his eyes momentarily against the onslaught of stabbing cold, he finally said, "Yeah... it's good."

The man before him gave him a dazzling smile and flicked his short blond hair out of his eyes. "I'm glad."

His name was Tino--one of the two owners of the shop. Lovino had actually come to really good terms with the two after the break up (mainly because he found himself wandering back to the cafe every two to three days). Tino tapped his palm against the table for a second before darting a covert glance Lovino's way, hastily turning to gaze at some random other patrons when the older man caught him.

Eyebrows raising of their own accord, Lovino stabbed his spoon back into the bowl before bringing another bite back to his lips, mouth watering when the addicting flavor touched his tongue. If he were perfectly honest, what he had said a few moments ago would easily be filed as a massive understatement. Ever since he had wandered back and decided to try some of their ice cream, he couldn't help but come back for more.

But then again, he wasn't exactly the most truthful person around.

Tino shook his head when Lovino seemed to slip into his thoughts before resting his head against his hand and clearing his throat. When he was sure he had the man's attention, he asked, "So how's life with Gilbert?"

The immediate scowl was his answer, and he couldn't help but giggle in return. "Still can't stand him, huh?" Before Lovino had the chance to answer, a young blond man with glasses called and waved his hand. "Tino..!" Sending the brunette a sympathetic smile, he ducked his head and stood before calling back, "Coming, Berwald!" and he hurried over to the counter to his co-owner.

He watched them with a spark of curiosity, feeling a pit consume his stomach when Tino planted a quick kiss on Berwald's cheek with a grin. Was that how it was to have a real relationship? All smiles and grins and happiness? It was so different from what he had with Ludwig...

Lovino shook himself from his thoughts violently, accidentally making the ice cream on his spoon fall to the ground with a 'plop'. Without his realizing, his eyes continued to follow the happy couple as they spoke animatedly with each other and then a customer that had interrupted them. As much as he hated to admit it, that was what he wanted. That feeling of contentedness from just being with somebody. With Ludwig, he'd felt so awkward and tugged around... practically inanimate. Now, he realized, there was no true feelings between him and the younger male.

Seeming to notice the metaphorical raincloud hovering over his person, Elizaveta stepped up with a soft smile and delicately sat in the seat that Tino had vacated. "It's frustrating, isn't it?" She darted a glance back to the two blonds obliviously hanging all over each other.

Allowing her eyes to stray back to him, just barely managing to catch the unreadable look that crossed his face, her eyes softened. Pushing a dusty-brown lock of hair behind her ear, she shifted in her seat before propping her chin upon her intertwined fingers, elbows locked firmly on the tabletop. "I had that feeling a lot before I found Roderich."

He had heard about Roderich quite often, even seen him a couple of times. Though he hadn't met the man, he was pretty sure he knew more than many people knew about him. Elizaveta seemed to hold a lot of pride in her fiance. If her constant stories about him was anything to go by, at least.

Lovino snapped from his thoughts when she said, "Don't worry. You'll find someone. Or.. who knows--maybe they'll find you." With that, she winked and then abruptly stood, twisting on her feet and prancing off to go wait on some more tables. Hazel eyes followed her movements for a moment before he scoffed to himself and then pushed back from the table, heaving himself to his feet. Without another word, he stomped out the door, already knowing that Tino wouldn't hound him on the bill for the ice cream.

Things were really starting to get repetitive for Lovino. In fact, things seemed to become absolutely redundant after he broke up with Ludwig. Shoving a spoonful of Death By Chocolate ice cream in his mouth, he swiped back a stray strand of brown hair as a mirthful sense of realization settled in. (Feliciano would probably faint if he realized that his brother wasn't eating gelato, but honest-to-God ice cream.)

Licking at the remaining bits of cream fastened to the spoon, he absent-mindedly allowed himself to sink back into thoughts once more. His break up was actually affecting him a bit more than he'd originally thought--though, not quite in the same way that one would offhandedly expect.

For the past couple of days, a sense of loneliness had begun to set in, shaking him to the core. He was usually the type of person to shy away from human contact, but that most definitely didn't mean that there weren't times when he wanted to really connect with someone... as cheesy as that sounded. A light growl escaped his throat, rumbling around the spoonful of chocolatey ice cream.

"Stupid potato bastard..." he muttered, swallowing the chilling lump.

Catching the sympathetic smile that Elizaveta shot him from halfway across the cafe, and the looks of worry from Tino and Berwald up at the counter, he felt his mood plummet even further. He didn't want to be pitied or worried about... not now, not ever. It was something that he simply despised. Resigning himself to grumbling quietly, he ducked his head and ate his ice cream slowly, never taking in the environment around him.

So he was reasonably startled, then, when he felt a light touch at his hand. Head snapping up, his eyes landed on vivid green orbs--the eyes of a man close to the same age as himself... sitting in the seat across his table.

Yes, needless to say, he was more than a little confused.

He glanced over the man, noting his tanned skin and wavy hair before he aimed a quick cursory look over one of his shoulders and then the other. Head still twisted a little awkwardly, he twitched slightly, wondering what exactly was going on.

Finally, he turned back to the stranger, straightening in his seat before narrowing his eyes and asking, "What the fuck do you want?" (Though, the way he said it made it sound more like a statement rather than a question.)

Emerald eyes blinked in a stunned fashion before a rumbling chuckle issued from him, making goosebumps break out across Lovino's skin and a shiver crawl up his back. He could already tell this man had a good voice... he cut the thought off, scowl slipping across his lips without any conscious thought as he fought back the light attraction, pecking annoyingly at the back of his head. What did it matter that the man was attractive? What he wanted was something much deeper than surface attraction, anyhow.

"Wow. You're very blunt, aren't you?" The yet un-named man leaned forward on a hand, elbow propped up on the table.

Lovino had to force himself to concentrate on the man's words rather than the sound of his voice. "Yeah, well, I'm not all that used to fucking weirdos randomly popping up at my table."

The man was unmoved, still grinning that grin of his. He would have thought it creepy if he didn't get the distinct feeling that the man wasn't of the corrupted type. (Lovino had quite a bit of confidence in picking those kinds of people out... after all, he did know Gilbert... and Francis...) It would also be creepy if the man wasn't attractive, but that was definitely not a matter to be discussed at that point. Another time, another place. Or not. Whatever worked, really.

He was startled from his thoughts (that seemed to be happening a lot lately) when the man leaned in a little closer and said, "Well, I'm not a weirdo. I'm Antonio. Antonio Carriedo."

Leaning back in an attempt to regain some of the lost space between them, Lovino forced himself to say, "Oh really, Antonio Carriedo. Well, that's nice. Now that we're all buddy-buddy, it would be fan-fucking-tastic if you would go the hell away." A glare was already burning across the table, backing up his not-quite-hostile-tinged words.

Pointedly ignoring the unsaid warning, Antonio continued. "So, what's your name?"

Gritting his teeth, Lovino slid his chair back with a screech, giving a jerky wave to a worried-looking Tino before stomping out of the door, leaving the handsome stranger, nosy and mysterious, to watch him trek out of the shop with a raised eyebrow.

That day was Mint Nittany ice cream day. He had always found himself rather fond of mint, but... this particular ice cream was just absolutely perfect. Because it was a perfect ice cream, it automatically defaulted his day to 'perfect' until something that came along changed it otherwise.

"Lovino!" He turned to the sound of his name, already dreading what he was going to see because of the familiarity of the voice. Indeed, he saw the man from the last time he had visited--Antonio.

Perfection ruined.

The wavy-haired man collapsed into the seat across from him, blowing out a bit of a sigh and aiming that bright smile of his at Lovino. Lovino, however, narrowed his eyes and bit out, "How the hell did you know my name?"

Just about that time, Tino passed by with a small platter for another table and he spontaneously began to whistle. Spontaneous my ass, Lovino scoffed to himself, narrowing his eyes after the short man hurrying away.

"Aww, come on. Don't be like that." Antonio thumped the table lightly, gaining his attention before tilting his head in a way that made his hair frame his face in a very appealing fashion. Looking away, Lovino scowled off at some unsuspecting patrons. He heard a chuckle and then, "So uncute." This, of course, only made his scowl more pronounced.

"I would very much appreciate it if you would go away," he ground out, the words like acid on his tongue. This guy might have been attractive, but he was rapidly becoming annoying. Lovino disliked annoying things and annoying people. With a passion.

There was a moment of silence that passed between the two, strained and heavy. Antonio shifted in his seat before saying, "So you really like ice cream, don't you?" Lovino merely twitched in response. A pause, and then: "What kind of ice cream is it?"

Yet again, no response.

"I would have to guess Mint Chocolate Chip," the man pondered aloud, eyes blindly staring at the ceiling and a hand rubbing at his stubble-free chin.

"...It's Mint Nittany," he muttered. He didn't know why, but to mistake Tino and Berwald's ice cream was practically a sin. End of story.

Again, Antonio chuckled. Another moment of silence passed before he cleared his throat and just began to talk.

It started out with simple stuff.

"So, since you're not going to talk, I guess I will. I'm 25 years young, I lived in the country for most of my life..."

At first, Lovino couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Why the fuck would he want to know about the man's life story? Actually, why the hell had the man chosen him to pour his heart out to? Did he have some kind of 'Free Therapy' sign stapled to his forehead? Because, last time he checked, people tried to avoid him and his all-repelling aura of doom .

After a while, though, Lovino found himself listening with a bit of interest. It was nice to really get to know somebody...

Sitting once more in the familiar seat of the cafe that was just a few more visits away from officially being labeled 'Lovino's spot', said young man swirled his spoon around the small plastic bowl, Black Cow ice cream slowly becoming less thick with each turn of the silverware.

Staring down at the mixing color, he bit his lip in thought. That Antonio guy was really weird. He didn't find the man all that annoying any more... though he did have his moments. But, still, it was very strange.

The man, without fail, always managed to show up on the exact same days that he did. At first, he didn't really notice this. But for the past couple of visits up to the shop, it had started as a dull throbbing at the back of the skull before he finally noticed it. Why was it that the man seemed to always know when Lovino would come? Lovino didn't have a schedule for when he came... he just came when he felt like it.

More specifically, when he felt like eating ice cream.

The shop bell chimed and, just as he suspected, the familiar head of hair swished as the man plopped down across from him--the damned grin still painted across soft-looking lips. Realizing his train of thought, Lovino darted his eyes away, covering his face with a hand in order to hide the flush that had no doubt taken his cheeks captive.

There wasn't any greeting or anything of the sort. Antonio merely continued with talking, just like he had all the other times before. He spoke about himself, about his past, and his hopes and plans for the future. He talked about popular controversial issues and he talked about small, stupid things. Anything and everything, really. But for some reason, Lovino found himself to be hanging onto his every word.

And frankly, it scared him.

A good half a year or so after his first meeting with Antonio, Lovino found himself sitting in the cafe once more, nursing a small bowl of Goo Goo Cluster ice cream. He didn't care that it was cold outside, with Winter fast approaching. The ice cream was damned delicious and that was all that mattered.

At this point, Lovino had already come to terms with Antonio. He was attracted to the man. He accepted that. He thought the man was funny and kind. He accepted that. He wanted to be with the man.

He did not accept that.

Lovino had come to terms with the fact that he was not going to pursue the handsome older man. Antonio was quite possibly the first person that he had ever truly managed to get to know. To connect with. He didn't want to scare him off with the possibility of a relationship. He didn't want to risk that. So he was going to put up with it and he was going to stay silent. Period. The end. No redoes.

He blinked back to reality only to find a hand waving back and forth in front of his face, said hand connected to the very person his thoughts had been lingering on. A light frown marred his features, a natural habit and defense, and he merely nodded and said, "Antonio." The wavy-haired male nodded in turn and gave a bright grin. "It's starting to get pretty cold out there, huh? I can't believe Christmas is only a month or so away."

Hazel eyes stared off to the side, an almost dull haze slipping over them. It was only a split second's hesitation before he nodded. He had never really liked the holidays. He never really spent them with anyone. Ludwig had always been busy during the holidays of both years (another major problem in their relationship), his parents were always out of the country, and his brother...

Well, he just didn't really want to spend all that much time with his brother. He loved the kid, but... he could only handle him in small doses.

Before Antonio had the chance to start into his usual spiel, Elizaveta popped up beside them, setting down a drink for Antonio with a smile and a nod before she paused in brief hesitation. It was only a moment before she pulled up a chair and sat down, eyes searching the counter before she caught Tino's gaze. Lovino watched as the young blond male made his way over, a little confused at what exactly was going on.

Tino stopped next to the table with a soft smile and gave both Lovino and Antonio a brief nod. Antonio had quickly been incorporated into their odd little group ever since he began badgering Lovino. There was a moment before Tino said, "Well, Berwald, Elizaveta, and I were talking... and we thought it would be nice to have a little get-together... well, party for Christmas between our group of friends. What do you guys think?" He spared a brief glance in Lovino's direction, probably already knowing that his answer would be anything but enthusiastic and instead turned to Antonio, who was nodding fervently.

"I think it would be fun!" He seemed to practically glow with excitement.

The rest of the evening was spent with the Antonio, Tino, and Elizaveta (with Berwald popping in every now and then) discussing the plans for the party, and Lovino finishing off his ice cream in a soft, watchful silence.

The party had started out great.

Everyone from the shop was there--Tino and Berwald, of course. Elizaveta showed up with her fiance, Roderich, and introduced him to the group. It was no surprise when Antonio showed up. Gilbert and Francis decided to tag along (more like barge in and force Lovino to come along). The group made full-circle introductions and everyone seemed to get along really well.

There was one thing that irked him, for some reason, though. He had no idea why, but... the meeting between Gilbert and Antonio just really put him on edge.

Gilbert held out a hand and gave Antonio a disarming smile. "Hello, my name is Gilbert."

Antonio's face contorted into something unreadable before he gave a confused look to the silver headed man. "Wh--" He was interrupted when Gilbert hurriedly leaned forward and snatched his hand from his side.

"It's nice to meet you..." he drew the sentence out, waiting for an answer. Antonio continued to stare at him in bewilderment before something seemed to spark in his eyes. "Oh. Antonio... Nice to... meet you, too."

And with that, they both grinned and gave a sharp handshake.

There was a lot of talking and laughter and finally, Tino perked up from his seat and said, "Oh! You should see the gift that Berwald got me!" The rest of the group stood from their seats, eager to see this gift--even though it had been specified for no gift exchange at the party (seeing as quite a few people knew nothing about the others), they were still eager to see the gifts received from that morning.

While everyone made to get up and leave, Lovino remained seated, staring off at the far wall. Gilbert noticed this and, covertly, stomped on Antonio's foot before jolting his head in the lone brunette's direction. When everyone had disappeared into the kitchen of the cafe, Antonio lingered behind before making purposeful strides over to the quite younger man.

Blinking when he heard footsteps, Lovino looked away from the wall, gaze landing on the man he was so attracted to. Turning away, he muttered, "What?"

Antonio stayed quiet before responding, "Why aren't you getting up and looking like the rest of us?" The younger man maintained silence, not bothering to answer the question. What was the point? He was anti-social anyway.

For the first time, Antonio became truly frustrated, a frown sliding across his lips. He blew out a sigh before sinking onto his haunches and leaning forward slightly, mood lightening when he saw that Lovino no longer flinched like he used to when he got close. Sliding into his own thoughts as Lovino seemed to, Antonio reached forward and brushed a stray lock of hair out of the hazel-eyed man's face. When he did so, however, he accidentally brushed against the tell-tale curl, and the effect was almost immediate.

Lovino stiffened, back going rigid as his cheeks exploded with red. Head turning almost mechanically, the brunette fixed his eyes on Antonio as goosebumps erupted all over his body, and he murmured a low, "Chigiiiii...."

Antonio watched him with a sort of stunned surprise before he laughed, a soft smile crossing his lips before he closed the distance between him and the younger man.

The kiss was short and sweet, only lip to lip contact, but... it electrified every cell in his body. Lovino felt his head become heavy, arms and legs feeling a bit drained and he found himself almost on the brink of collapsing. When it all seemed to become too much, the lip-to-lip contact was severed and Antonio pulled away.

Biting his lower lip in confusion, Lovino stared at Antonio before he finally managed to stutter, "W-wha..?"

A chuckle, hands brushing the hair out of his eyes, and then: "You were being cute."

A grin was the only response that he received to his wide eyes.

When the group finally wandered back out of the kitchen, they all had grins that automatically put suspicion upon them in Lovino's mind. It wasn't until Gilbert asked Antonio how his mother was doing that he was able to connect the dots.

Fucking Gilbert. Fucking Gilbert and his fucking schemes.

He shook his head, jumping slightly when he heard a loud crash and then an abrupt eruption of laughter from everyone at the table.

Real relationships might not be all happiness and smiles, he mused, watching Antonio pick himself off the ground, but I don't need that bullshit, anyway.

When the vivid green orbs that he came to love so much landed on his own, Lovino noticed a grin stretch across the older man's lips. And he couldn't help but return a small smile of his own, throwing his previous thoughts of holding back out the window. From that point forward, Lovino made it a point to participate in the festivities, all soft smiles when he looked Antonio's way.

Because I'm perfectly happy just like this.

Shop closed.

Holy SHIT! I had to go back and change a lot of the beginning because I thought that Ludwig was older than Lovino! But when I went back to check out some informational sites, I noticed that Lovino was actually 2 or 3 years older!

(Total WTF moment)

...I'm also a little curious as to why Lovino hasn't gained a bit of chub from all this ice cream that he's been eating... o.0 ... but we'll just say he has a fast metabolism. XD

Anyways. I have one more story that is going to be classified under Fluctuating Hearts. BUT! It will not be posted on Fanfiction dot net. It is mature in content, so if you want to read it, you will have to go to my Livejournal. (The link is located in my profile... as the 'homepage')

I am going to try to have this story done and posted by tomorrow--that is, the day of Alorix's birthday.

It is going to be her last and final gift so I'm going to try to get that done for her.

Oh yeah, and if anyone's curious, here's a little info on the random ice cream flavors that I used in here:

Pistachio and Almond--...this one's a little obvious.

Death by Chocolate--As the name suggests, it has enough chocolate to kill a horse. Chocolate Ice cream with chocolate flakes, fudge pieces and chocolate swirl.

Mint Nittany--Mint flavored ice cream with Oreo cookie chunks.

Mint Chocolate Chip--...Yeahhh... Not even gonna dignify that with an answer.

Black Cow--Vanilla ice cream with Root Beer sherbet swirl.

Goo Goo Cluster--Chocolate ice cream with chocolate covered peanuts with marshmallow and caramel swirls.

OH YEAH! Also, while looking up ice cream flavors, I found this 18 weird ice creams article... and this stuff was fucking gross. One of them was squid-ink ice cream. And that's one of the most normal ones listed. Chicken wing ice cream was a bit more up on the scale... -shudders- Just... no. (Funnily enough, a good deal of the listed ice creams were from Japan. XD ...Ah, those crazy Japanese.)

Okies. That was a really long author's note. Review?