Marco pulled the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands as he waited semi-patiently for the water to start to boil. It was ungodly cold today and he wanted some hot chocolate to warm up. The only form of heat in this tiny little cabin was from the fire crackling on the other side of the room. Why Jean wanted so desperately to spend a weekend up here was beyond Marco. He wanted to go home more than anything right now.
The only food Marco could find in the cupboards was noodles, soup, and a box of hot coco mix. He had sent Jean to the store to get real food a while ago and since it had started snowing, Marco thought he wouldn't be back for a few more hours.
He was beginning to grow tired of waiting for the water to boil now. The powder had been sitting in the bottom of his mug for at least 5 minutes now, might as well just pour the water in as is. The water had to be hot, right? Plus the fact that if it was boiling, he'd burn his tongue on the liquid and he'd sulk for the rest of the night.
There was a comfortable armchair next to the fire place so Marco decided to settle down there. He started to think about anything and everything as he sipped his warm beverage. He still felt a little resentful toward his boyfriend for dragging him up here. In the winter of all times. The summer he would have been a lot more lenient in coming up here but this just wasn't Marco's ideal winter weekend.
As he raised his mug to his lips, he realized that he had already finished his hot chocolate. Stupid Jean, he thought, always distracting me. Marco stretched out and gave out a loud yawn, as exciting as this all was; he just wanted to lie down by the fire and sleep.
Jean knew he was running late with the groceries. It's not his fault he got stuck talking to Armin at the store. He just hoped Marco wouldn't be too upset with him. Jean knew that Marco had an aversion to this idea but Jean just wanted to get away for the weekend and this location seemed logical to him. Marco had said that next time, he's picking the place and Jean couldn't argue with that.
With the two bags in tow, Jean stomped up the cabin steps. "Sorry I took so long babe," Jean said as he kicked his boots off, "Armin stopped to talk and you know how long he can talk."
Jean walked into the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. When he turned back around he saw Marco laying on the floor, a blanket half-covering him and the rest he could see was sprawled out over the floor. He felt the panic rise up inside him, was he gone long enough for something this bad to happen? Jean rushed over to Marco and shook his shoulder roughly. "Marco? Marco!"
"Polo." Marco mumbled under his breath.
Jean sat back on his heels, "What?"
Marco sat up, "I said polo. You're not very good at this game are you?"
"What game?"
"Marco Polo you dumbass."
"B-but your name is Marco! I thought something happened!" Jean argued.
Marco smiled sweetly, and ruffled Jean's short hair, "I'm flattered you know my name and also got worried. I can't say I'm fine because I actually hate it up here."
Jean laughed, "Well, now I have food se we've got to stay here for the weekend."
Marco groaned, closed his eyes, and flung himself back onto the floor in aggravation. He wasn't trying to be rude to his boyfriend who clearly put a lot of thought into this but he just really disliked the idea. Suddenly, there was a heavy weight pressing down on top of him. He opened his eyes and looked down; Jean was contently lying on Marco's chest. "It's cold."