Topic 1: Bad Touch Trio, Prussia and Spain
Theme: Cozy

Two men burst into the empty lobby of a ski resort. One was albino with white
hair and red eyes, and the other was Spanish with brown hair and green eyes.
They took a seat next to the fire and let out a breath.
"That was some midnight skiing," the first one said with a heavy German accent.
"I hope Francis is okay," the Spaniard fretted, speaking of their friend that
hadn't returned yet from the now- stormy mountain.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, Antonio," the albino told him, slipping off his coat
and hat. "He's not as awesome as me, but he'll survive."
The two huddled next to the fire, freezing from the harsh mountain storm.
"Gilbert," Antonio said, voice dropping to a whisper.
"What's wrong, Toni?" Gilbert asked.
Antonio laid his head on Gilbert's shoulder. "You're awfully cold," he murmured.
Gilbert tensed, but then relaxed as they sat in front of the warm fireplace.

A half hour passed, and the fire was dying in the fireplace. Francis still
hadn't returned, and Gilbert and Antonio were still in front of the fire.
Antonio turned to his friend. "Gil?" he asked, voice shaking. "I have something
to tell you..."
Gilbert turned his head towards the Spaniard, his white hair falling in his
eyes. Antonio instinctively reached out to brush it away.
"I..." he whispered, nervous as hell. "I love you."
Gilbert's eyes went wide. "What?" he breathed.
"I have for a while now," Antonio continued. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"So do I."
"What?"
"I said, so do I," Gilbert repeated, his face as red as his eyes. Leaning closer
to Antonio, he grazed his lips across his.
Both their faces were as red as tomatoes. They leaned against each other,
soaking up the last of the fire's warmth before drifting off to sleep...

"I'm back!" a French man with blond hair said as he stepped inside, caked with
snow.
"That was some storm," he began. Then he saw his two friends sleeping on the
floor.
Their legs were tangled together, their hands were clasped, and they were facing
each other with smiles on their faces.
Francis smiled. "Onhonhonhon~," he said. "Finally they made their moves. They've
loved each other for so long it was painful to watch!" Then he went upstairs,
leaving Gilbert and Antonio in their own quiet bliss.