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"Where are they?" Wolfram snarled, pausing his furious pacing to glance at the clock. "They should be back by now!"
"Calm down," Yuu mumbled from the sheets he was curled up in. "It's only, like, two."
"They left at seven!"
Yuuri-chan furrowed her brow. "Could they be in trouble?"
Yuu snorted and buried his face in a pillow. "They're probably just out drinking or sumthin'. Trust me, these things last a while."
"He's probably cheating on me, that pervert," Wolfram growled.
At that precise moment, the door creaked open. Four heads whipped around.
Yuuri stagered inside, carrying a passed out Lady von Bielefeld on his back.
"YUURI!" Wolfram yelled, at the same time Yuuri-chan cried, "What happened?"
"Hey," Yuuri mumbled, bleary eyes finding Wolfram's furious ones. "We got wasted, I guess."
Yuu snorted, but made his way over to relieve his counterpart of his fiancee. "I'll take her, you should get some rest. You look like you need it."
Yuuri nodded tiredly. Wolfram wasted no time in grabbing his arm and hauling him to their bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them, noticing Yuuri's cringe but being too angry to care.
"Where were you?" He demanded. "You've been gone for five hours - tell me, Yuuri, does two in the morning seem like a reasonable time to get home? What were you even doing?"
"Nothing," Yuuri mumbled, not meeting his eyes. "Just hanging out."
Wolfram opened his mouth to call his fiance on his bullshit, but Yuuri cut in.
"Look. It's been a long night, okay?" he snapped. "I'm tired. Can we just go to sleep?"
"Fine." Wolfram growled. "But I'm yelling at you in the morning."
"Fine."
Wolfram Von Bielefeld, recently dubbed Lady Von Bielefeld, felt like absolute crap.
Her head was filled with molasses and her tongue was dry. This, she realized with a painful sort of recognition, was the mother of all hangovers. If she were feeling better, maybe she'd remember that she'd had worse. But right now she just wanted to curl up into a miserable ball and will the pounding headache away.
She leaned over what she vaguely recognized as a bed and made a valiant attempt to heave up the latest contents of her stomach. Which apparently consisted of nothing. She dropped back to the bed with a small moan.
"You up?"
The voice reverberated like bass drums in her skull. She growled - if she weren't incapacitated she would reduce the offender into charred paste.
"Guess you are!" Too cheerful. Too Maou-damned cheerful. And loud. "Mom says breakfast is ready!"
Snarl. Hiss. To Wolfram, it seemed like the pinnacle of eloquence.
Then a pair of deceptively scrawny arms lifted her from the bed and made her head swim like she was on a ship and she was going to kill him -
He stomped down the stairs and deposited her at the kitchen table. Which she promptly tried to burn out of spite, but her counterpart - the douchey prude who was raised by Gwendal - snuffed out the flame. Traitor. She looked around. The three of them were the only ones there, although she could hear Yuuri's mother in the kitchen cooking what must have been a second batch, and there was food laid out in front of them. Her fiance, the future Maou, wasted no time in stuffing his face with everything in reach.
"How was your night?" he asked, saccharine sweet and mocking. And awake, that seemed to be the worst insult.
"Morning person!" She hissed poisonously.
"I take it you had fun?" He sounded far too amused. Bastard. In retaliation, she tossed a pepper shaker at his head then buried her face in her arms, muttering every invective that crossed her mind.
The sound of thundering footsteps made her groan and sink deeper into hangover-induced depression.
"Wolfram-chan! Are you okay?"
"Go to hell."
Above her head, Yuuri-chan shot her an alarmed look and glanced at her fiance in question. Bielefeld-san just smirked and shook his head.
"Hangover," he said loudly, grinning at the miserable squeak his counterpart let out. "It's what happens when you drink five kegs at once."
"Will you shut up!" She snapped and launched a fireball at him. He ducked. Yuu looked up from his omelet and caught sight of the burning cupboard and panicked.
Yuuri-chan sighed and sat down primly as chaos, at it was wont to do, proceeded to unfold.
It was at that precise moment that Yuuri walked in. And stopped. Then made to walk out again, only to be stopped by Wolfram.
Wolfram had not woken in the best of moods. True to his word, he had reamed Yuuri up and down when they'd both woken up. Uncharacteristically, Yuuri just sat there and took his abuse, looking like a kicked puppy. And Wolfram wasn't heartless, okay? He couldn't be mean to a guy that miserable. But he still wanted to yel at someone, and now he couldn't.
So he followed Yuuri to breakfast sulkily. That's when his optic nerves connected with his brain and registered what was in front of him.
"What happened?" Wolfram cried out, aghast. His female counterpart was doing her level best to murder their other counterpart. Yuuri's counterpart was battling, and losing, against the fire extinguisher. And the spice cupboard was on fire.
"Asshole!" Lady Von Bielefeld shrieked, pointing at their double.
"She has a hangover," Bielefeld-san explained, far too calmly for someone with a flaming skillet swiped at his head. "A condition that does not appear to be ailing Yuuri."
His female counterpart's head snapped towards them and she glared at Yuuri in accusation. Wolfram expected the whines about how he didn't do anything, but Yuuri just flinched and looked away.
What was that about? Wolfram wondered.
"So," Yuu said, having wrestled the extinguisher into submission. "You two gonna tell us how the party went?"
"I don't remember it much," Lady Von Bielefeld shrugged, finally graduating into articulate sentences. Yuuri's head snapped up, but she didn't seem to notice. "It was probably fun though. I think we played Never Have I Ever or something."
"Well that explains why you were so smashed," Yuu remarked, earning him a smack on the arm.
"I also think I made out with someone," she shot back, and grinned when Yuu's face noticeably soured.
Wolfram didn't notice Yuuri pale, but Bielefeld-san did. He threw Yuuri a shrewd look. He opened his mouth to ask.
Miko Shibuya chose that time to walk in, arms laden with plates. "Breakfast!"
The morning's shenanigans were put on hold.
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