AN: So... I decided to upload another one of my stories...^^
This one is a little older...I wrote it in...ah...I don't know...november?^^ something like that, I just know it was snowing and damn cold. We were on a trip with our history course and one of my friends shared her gloves with me because I was freezing :3
which lead to this story^^
I hope you like it...(but I'm sure there are some mistakes in here...^^')
And thanks for the reviews and favorites :3
(german original: .net/s/7152449/1/)
Gilbert breathed against his hands in order to get some feeling back into his numb fingers.
In spite of the snow and the cold wind, he wasn't wearing gloves. Why? Because there was no way he would let something as trivial as the weather tell him what to wear!
But, honestly... it was really damned cold. He began to understand why Ivan would prefer to live in a warmer place. Though, personally, he could do very well without all those sunflowers. He had never understood what exactly Ivan loved about those things anyway..but whatever.
Speaking of Ivan..
"Are you cold?" asked said Russian he was following and trying to catch up to for at least 10 minutes now.
"Cold?", Gilbert grumbled, watching his breath forming little clouds in the cold air. "It's fucking freezing!"
He almost ran into Ivan, because he needed a moment to realize the other had stopped.
"What?" he hissed annoyed, while Ivan watched him.
But the other didn't answer his question. Instead, he started to take off his left glove.
Gilbert just raised a brow at this, but didn't say anything. He had stopped questioning Ivan's behaviour a long time ago.
Ivan turned around to face the Albino next to him. A moment later, he took his hand and pulled him closer.
Gilbert's eyes grew wide and he tried to pull away from the Russian, but he didn't stand a chance against him.
So he couldn't do anything but watch while Ivan held his hand still and pulled the glove over it. Contempt with his work, he let Gilbert's hand go to take the other, still freezing hand into his own -which was surprisingly warm, Gilbert noticed – and shoved both of them into the pocket of his coat.
"That's better, da?" he asked with his usual smile.
Gilbert just murmured something Ivan propably wouldn't be able to understand, while he turned away to hide the blush on his cheeks.
Which was from the cold. The cold!
And definitely not from Ivan holding his hand or anything!
