Roses

Author: pratz

Disclaimer: none is mine. Non-profit work; only for amusement.

Notes: a short WAFF, OOC-bordered. Can't imagine them this way—but that's why it's called fanfiction... Does anyone know whether Maruma has manga series or not? And by the way, anybody wants to gimme a challenge for this pairing?

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"Wolfram?"

"Mm?" Blond head on his lap wriggles lightly to let him see the relaxed face of the soldier. "What?"

Yuuri smiles, a little bit uneasy with the way Wolfram's head moves on his lap. "Today's the so-called Rose Day. Supposed you get to help me to give roses to everyone, ne?"

"Heh. You'll give Elizabeth rose, too, won't you?"

He nods.

"As expected from a wimpy king like you." Wolfram pulls his right hand and places it on his own cheek. A small cut from earlier is still there. "Red? Or yellow?"

Yuuri only sighs. Since it is Rose Day, a day when the people of Shin Makoku give rose to one another, he has agreed to follow Cherie's advice to pick roses from Elizabeth's garden with Wolfram. Yet, his self-proclaimed fiancé has been in sour mood ever since then.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just—" Wolfram bits his lower lip, looking tentative, "—curious, I think."

Yuuri reaches out to ease Wolfram's abused lip with his fingertips. "You short-tempered, jealous bishounen. It's enough with thorns' hurting my hand, don't you think so? Don't hurt yourself."

Half-pouting, Wolfram slaps his hand away. "It's my lip; it's a part of my own body. I have all the right to do what I'm pleased with my body."

"Then does that mean I can do what I'm pleased with you because you're mine—like you always say?"

This time, Yuuri really laughs as Wolfram blushes furiously.

"Aw—s-sorry!" Yuuri yelps between punches and laughter. "I'm only joking, you know..."

Wolfram curses a bit, still flushing madly, and mumbles, "So? Red or yellow?"

"It's red. Everyone gets the red ones, too."

Wolfram's face turns sourer than ever if possible.

"Hey, that's unfair. You wanted to come yourself, and I let you. Now you're throwing your temper tantrum at me and even using my lap, and I don't give any objection at all." But maybe that's partially because I find it amusing now.

"But you—you—" Somehow, Wolfram has a trouble to continue.

"Close your eyes."

"Y-y—what!"

"Just close your eyes, okay? Trust me."

Seconds later, the brilliant green eyes snap open abruptly. Grinning, Yuuri watches as Wolfram glances down at his breast pocket just to find one immaculately gorgeous white rose pinned there. The blond soldier's hand rises up to touch his, which is still half-cupping the rose.

"Feeling better now?"

Wolfram licks his lips. So beautiful; so seductive. "You cheat."

Yuuri's eyes widen.

"You kiss me without letting me kiss you back." A hand rises to wound itself around his neck, pulling him down closer to the oh-so tempting lips. "So?"

"Of course it's white for you." Yuuri tilts his head a bit, angling for a better position; their lips almost, almost come in touch. "Yellow is for rejection. Red is for passion. White is for sincerity, honesty and loyalty." I'm yours as much as you're mine. Promise.

"Wimp." You'd better be.

"Kiss me?"

"Mm."

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