Yuuri rolled his eyes. Anissina had barged into his room and dragged him to the third floor balcony for tea and a "private meeting."

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked her, taking a drink of his tea. "It's horrible!" she cried dramatically, slapping her hands down on the table so hard Yuuri had to stop the tea pot from turning over. "What is?" he asked, trying to sound concerned. He knew not to take Anissina's antics too seriously.

"I'm in love!" she yelled, putting her face in her hands with a muffled scream.

"Oh?" Yuuri asked, slightly interested now. He was always a sucker for a good romance. "Yes. But not in a good way! I'm in love with an idiot!" the crazy redhead said, pouting.

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Yuuri asked, chuckling. "No," the woman said, crossing her arms. "Gwendal is definitely an idiot."

Yuuri had to stop himself from doing a spit take. "You're in love with Gwendal?!" he practically yelled. Anissina groaned. "See?! I told you it was horrible!" The demon king had both hands pressed to him mouth in an attempt to stop the obscene laughing bubbling from his mouth.

"I mean, he's a complete idiot. I didn't think I could ever love someone like him! I think he's mean, and up-tight, and self-centered. But, he randomly shows me these soft, sensitive emotions when I'm not expecting it. He tells me things straight, and puts up with me, wither I'm being moody or emotional, or wimpy."

Suddenly, the Demon King froze.

With the word wimpy, everything clicked into place.

Wolfram was always calling him wimpy and an idiot, but no matter what he said, he was always there for him. The blonde kept him in line. He never lied to him, or sugar-coated the truth like the others. And though at some points, Yuuri thought Wolfram was cold and mean, he would see his true smile or get unexpected praise from the prince, and he'd blush like a school girl.

It all made since now.

He jumped to his feet so fast that the chair fell over. "I'm sorry, Anissina! I have to go; just tell him how you feel!" he yelled as he ran out the door.

As he's feet pounded down the halls, he wondered how he could be so dense.

Wolfram sleeping in his bed. Wolfram yelling at him for dancing with a girl while he was sea sick. Wolfram always calling him a cheater and refusing when Yuuri offered to cut of the engagement.

He'd played them all off as Wolfram teasing him or the blonde's pride.

Now he knew that Wolfram really did love him. And he loved the stupid, idiotic, stuck-up demon prince back.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri yelled as the blonde came into view. He was standing in the garden, looking at his mother's flowers like he did whenever he had free time on a nice. His emerald eyes barely had time to widen before the 27th Demon King tackled him to the ground.

"Yuuri, you idiot! What do you thi…" Wolfram started to yell, but he was cut off. "I love you!" Yuuri yelled. "I love you, you stupid, self-centered, hot-headed, drop-dead-gorgeous demon prince!"

Wolfram just starred at him for a second. "You really love me?" he asked, shakily. "Of course," Yuuri breathed. "Your random jealous outbursts, your stupid way of not letting anyone touch me, the way you never hesitate to tell me out right that I'm a huge wimp."

Suddenly, the blonde laughed. "Right now, I don't think you're being a wimp."

Yuuri smiled. "Good,"

And then he kissed his stupid, insulting, hot-headed, love-of-his-life Fiancé.