"Hey Arthur!" A certain Prussian grinned toothily, his canines taking pride of part of it. He
wrapped an arm around the Englishman, setting off a laugh. "Don't touch me, fool!" Arthur snapped
venomously, "You're freezing. . ." He added more slowly with a nod. "I know, but you're so warm,
kesesese!" Taking hold of the blonde's left arm, he snuggled the side of his face against it. The Briton
swore if the Prussian had a tail, it'd be wagging a mile a minute. "Quit hugging on me. ." The blonde finally
sighed, sliding his arm out from the harsh grip with ease. "Sorry Artichoke~" Gilbert apologized tauntingly,
his smirk, if possible, growing wider at the point to where the Briton's anger boiled from his absurd
nickname. "Don't call me that, git!" "It's an awesome nickname!" Gilbert protested, folding his arms at his
chest. "The only thing awesome about it, would be if you stopped calling me that!" ". . You're no fun." "I
am plentiful fun." "Prove it." "No." "Because you're not fun." Arthur sighed, scooping a handful of wispy
white snow from the bench before pouring it down the silver-haired man's jacket. "Ah! Mein Gott, cold,
cold!" Leaping to his feet, Gilbert began shaking in a wild motion. The snow began to melt in a quick
fashion, forming into numb Prussian bits. Crossing his legs in satisfactory, Arthur snuggled the lower part of
his face in his scarf, slowly closing his sharp emerald eyes. "You're still warm." Gilbert purred in
confidence, snuggling the other's side once again after he was done with his dance. "And you're still
annoying. ." "Hey!"