You rush down the quiet street that you knew so well, tears stream down your face. Taking a sharp turn at a familiar house, your footsteps echo on the cobblestone path leading up to the quiet house. You knock loudly on the door of your best friend, "Ice! You home?" You are answered with deafening silence. Falling to your knees in defeat, tears cascade down your red face and you mumble, "Well crap..."

-Flashback (because what's a story without a flashback?)-

You had been happily texting your "Prussian" boyfriend, he wasn't exactly loyal, but he liked you a lot and you thought he was quite handsome. Your cheap old pone vibrated and you ran to reply to whatever text you had just received. It was indeed Gilbert, "_, this isn't really working out for me, I think we need to start seeing other people, y'know? So this is me breaking up with you, bye!"

-Flashback end-

You looked desperately from the locked door to your phone. Ignoring the stupid heartbreaking message you text Emil, "Hey Ice, you gonna be home any time soon?" The silence continues to tear at you, "No reply? Dammit Ice, come home!" Just then you are greeted by your silver haired friend walking up the path, arms full of groceries.

"_? What's wrong? Are you hurt?", he asks dropping down beside you.

"N-no, I guess I'm ok," you reply before bursting into noisy tears.

"_, you should have call-" Emil begins checking his recent messages, "...called. _, you called three times and sent two messages, you're not ok, are you?"

You sigh and cover your face with your hands, "No, Ice, no."

"What happened?" Ice asks dropping his groceries and opening the door, leading you inside.

"H-he thinks he can cheat on me and get drunk and take advantage of me and then just break it off? I hated coming home and finding him in bed with another woman, or when he would use my money to get drunk so he had an excuse to abuse me, and-and" You begin sobbing again.

Emil wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you inside to sit on his sofa, "Shhh, it's alright, you won't get hurt anymore." You shudder and nod, burying your face in his brown overcoat. "C'mon _, did you ever really love him?" Emil asks.

You look up "Y-yes! I- I'm not sure why..."

"Why did you always come to me then?"

"Cuz Ice, y-you're my friend! You stutter, shocked.

He gives you a skeptical look, "Mathias and Lukas are your friends too,"

"Well, Ice, I-I love you, I have for a long time. And sure, I could have gone to Den or Norge when things got tough but I felt safer in your arms." You look up at him with innocent eyes, "I suppose you want to throw me out now..."

"Actually, I was hoping you would say that," Ice whispers, pulling you into a kiss.