Snowflake
snow·flake
1. A flake of snow, esp. a feathery ice crystal, typically displaying delicate sixfold symmetry
"Matt, it's freezing out here," Gilbert moaned, pulling his thin coat tighter around him and rubbing his hands together. Matthew turning to look at his cold boyfriend and smiled at his red nose and cheeks. He pulled his woolly hat off his head and put it on Gilbert's.
"I told you to wear a bigger coat," Matthew chuckled as the smaller man pouted.
"I didn't know it was going to be this cold," Gilbert replied grumpily. His hands were freezing, so he enwined his fingers with Matthew's gloved ones, "Warm me up?" He asked. Matthew smiled knowingly and leant in. Before their lips could meet, however, a single snowflake floated down from the heavens and landed on the end of Gilbert's nose. The Prussian went cross-eyed in an attempt to look at the quickly melting crystal of ice, causing Matthew to giggle.
"My special snowflake," The Canadian laughed.
"Gee Matty," said Gilbert rolling his eyes, "Thanks a bunch,"
"You're welcome, Gil," Matthew smiled and softly places a kiss on Gilbert's lips as the snow started to fall thick and fast. "How about we go inside, and I'll warm you up properly, eh?"
Gilbert smirked and nodded, and the two headed back to Matthew's house hand in hand.