Alfred leaned up against the counter, tapping his fingernails against the top as he waited for the microwave to beep, signalling that the hot chocolate was ready. He glanced out the window and the cloud filled sky and the pouring rain that had chased his lover and himself back to his house.

With an impatient scoff, the blonde scuffled back into the living room where the lights were dimmed and Gilbert was leaning over the fireplace, blowing carefully over the few embers to get a fire going.

A final match was lit and placed near a piece of paper, tucked between some wood and finally there was fire. The albino grinned and backed his face away just a bit, laughing softly and mumbling something along the lines of, "And the awesome I gets it again.", or something like that. Such a dork sometimes.

Gilbert quickly turned his head when he heard a chuckle coming from the doorway to the kitchen and smirked, collecting the extra pieces of paper surrounding him and tossing them on a bottom drawer of the coffee table in the room, shoving the packet of matches in the pocket of his hoodie. When the microwave went off, Al took no time to head back in and pull out the cups, grabbing two bendy straws and carrying them into the livingroom. During that time, Gilbert brought out two sleeping bags, some blankets and some pillows, for them.

"Where'd you find those?" The American asked, hurrying to set the two cups on coasters before the burned his hands.

"Bathroom closet." He answered and began to lay zip the two sleeping bags together, tossing the blankets over.

"I forgot I had those." Alfred laughed and just sat on his side of little bed made on the floor besides the fireplace, reaching on the table for the remote, about to turn on the television before the lights in the kitchen went down, along with the heaters and all other appliances that ran with electricity. He sighed heavily and looked over to the window as lightning flashed, lighting up the street. Gilbert crawled into the sleeping bag and looked over to Alfred, grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer. Alfred smiled and crawled in.

"We can watch Netflix on my phone if y'want." Al offered and dug in his pocket for his phone, soon remembering that the internet would be down with it. "Ah, nevermind." He sat up and tossed the phone over to the couch.

"Nah, that's fine, lets just sleep. I'm tired." Gilbert said, his thick accent bleeding through as he pulled Alfred back into the sleeping bag, holding him close to his chest and tangling their legs together. "Yeah, alright." Al mumbled and pulled his glasses off, setting them over to the side before cuddling the German back slightly, pecking him quick before laying his head down and closing his eyes.

"Night Gil,"