My first, sad attempt at making a fic. :3 Uh..
I don't own Kyou Kara Maou.
"ATCHOO!"
"Eww! Wolf, you got spit on mee!"
Wolfram ignored him, and pulled the sheets over his head. Yuuri got up, and turned to his fiancé.
"Woooolfiee"
"Whaat?"
"I was expecting a 'wimp' from you or something. What's wrong?"
"Nothing.." Sniff. Yuuri frowned, yanked the sheets off Wolfram's head and placed his backhand on Wolfram's forehead.
"Aah, I think you're sick, Wolf. Oh! I should get Gisela to check on you, huh? I'll be back"
As Yuuri tried to leave, Wolfram grabbed his wrist.
"I'm just cold.. You don't need to bother Gisela. She's busy, you know."
"But.."
"Stay with me, please."
Yuuri smiled, then leapt back into their bed.
Wolfram smiled back, wrapped his arms around Yuuri, and fell asleep again.
'Oh! Body warmth! I remember Gwendel telling me body warmth can keep you warm when you're cold.' Yuuri smiled again, then hugged Wolfram back.
"ATCHOO!"
"Feeling any better, Yuuri?"
"No! You got me sick!"
Wolfram smirked, "Didn't you know you're catch my cold by being near me?"
"Y.. you told me to stay!" Sniff.
Wolfram chuckled softly, then walked over to Yuuri and gave him a hug.
"Wolfram? What're you doing? You'll get sick again!"
"Everyone knows the best way to get rid of a sickness is to give it to someone else."