Hello to anyone who reads this! I watched the anime, and it was so cute that I wanted to write something. This is a bit of an unfamiliar territory for me. It's my first attempt at Yuri on ice. Hope you enjoy it.
Victor was giddy. He had ordered this special surprise for Yuuri a month ago and would check every day with the design company to make sure they were working on it. And even though, there was a deadline, and he knew when it was going to be ready, he was impatient.
Today it would finally arrive and he was very nervous and excited.
He checked his watch, waiting for the delivery any moment. He hoped Yuuri and Yuri would be as late as possible.
Finally, the delivery company knocked on his door, and two men dragged an enormous box, looking at Victor surprised, perhaps, wondering what was in the huge package. They put it inside the apartment and left.
He moved around the huge package in the middle of room, his blue eyes shining brightly. The door opened, and his fiance and the little angry kitten walked in. They stared at the enormous box, standing proudly exactly in the center of the room and gave him a surprised look.
"What the hell is this?" Yuri asked, eyeing the huge box suspiciously.
Victor smiled satisfied with himself and clapped his hands. "It's for Yuuri," he said cheerfully. "It's a surprise."
Yuuri looked confused and approached the box curiously.
"I have a feeling this isn't going to end well," Yuri groaned.
"Open it, Yuuri," Victor pushed the younger skater towards the box.
"Okay," Yuuri said hesitantly.
He pulled down the wrappings and managed to undo the bow on the top. The bow was a little taller than him. He had to use a paper cutting knife to get rid of the box and when the box paper fell apart, Yuuri gasped, seeing the huge, beautifully colored Russian nesting doll. He looked at Victor with a beaming smile on his face, and Victor responded with his own excitement. The doll was as tall as Yuuri, but chubbier than Yuuri.
"Чертов старик, ты бы ему еще и балалайку и медведя купил,"* Yuri scoffed, shaking his head. "Какого хрена ты ему эту куклу купил, а? Старий балбес."**
"Не груби, Юрочка," Victor smiled brightly at him, not fazed at all that Yuri was insulting him.***
"Victor?" Yuuri looked at the two of them, wondering what was going on, and why Yurio was displeased. "Can I open it?"
"Davay!" the silver-haired man said enthusiastically.
Yuuri looked excited, and his excitement excited Victor even more. Yuri just wanted to be as far from them as possible. And why was he here? Why did Victor buy this god-awful doll?
Yuuri took out the head of matryoshka and giggled when saw another one inside it; slightly smaller than the first one it was confined in. This one was as tall as Yuri. He didn't vocalize his thought, fearing to get the angry kitten's wrath.
"Yurio will you help me get it out?" Yuuri asked the blonde, who was standing in the corner, his arms crossed. "It's too heavy."
"Ask your stupid boyfriend who bought you the stupid doll," Yuri huffed.
Victor smiled at Yuri. "Of course, I will help you, my love," he said, walking to him. "After all, our Yuri is still too young to handle heavy things."
Yuri walked forward, pushing Victor away angrily. "Katsudon asked me," he told the older man, puffing up his chest.
Yuuri and Victor shared a look secretly, both pleased. Yuri didn't notice, because he was already trying to pry out the doll out of the other one. They were made from wood and had beautiful coloring. Only Victor would make such a useless and stupid surprise―a giant matryoshka.
They took it out finally after putting a little bit of effort. Yuuri smiled at the new doll. It looked similar to the other one, but had a different pattern in coloration and style. Yuuri took out the head of this one and clapped seeing a smaller doll inside.
"Do you like it, Yuuri?" Victor asked, staring at the Japanese skater adoringly.
"It's very cute, Victor," Yuuri told him.
"Only you would think that this giant doll-sarcophagus looks cute, katsudon," Yurio grumbled. "Your boyfriend is a loon. And you are not behind."
"Aww, Yurio," Yuuri laughed. "Don't say such things. I love it."
Yuri rolled his eyes, but helped Yuuri to pull out the smaller matryoshka. Katsudon was so excitable and fawned over every stupid nonsense Victor did. He had no idea how the brunette could put up with Victor's antics and honestly didn't want to know. It was bad enough that he was being dragged into their Sankt-Peterburg apartment all the time to have dinners with them.
Yuuri pulled another doll out of the previous one, then another, then even smaller one, eventually the doll was so small that Yuuri held it up like a baby.
"When it's all over, I am not going to help you put this mess back in place," Yuri warned.
Victor smiled, motioning Yuuri to continue opening up the dolls.
Idioty!
When Yuuri reached a very small doll that fit perfectly in his palm, and then with a curious smile on his face, opened it, he gasped loudly and looked up at Victor. Victor looked back at him seriously.
"Vitya," Yuuri mumbled, exhaling the air.
"What is going on?" Yuri looked between the two of them, wondering if he missed something and then strode to Yuuri and looked inside the tiny doll.
He blinked, his eyes widened, then stared at Victor. Only Victor would do something like this. There were two marriage rings.
"Will you marry me?" he asked Yuuri.
"Why am I here?" Yuri screamed.
"Yes," Yuuri said with a smile and rushed towards Victor.
*Damn old man, you should have also bought him a balalaika and a bear. (Yuri makes fun of Victor playing on the Russian stereotypes)
**Why the heck did you buy him this doll? Old airhead.
*** Don't be rude, Yurochka.