"It's too cold for this, Gilbert. Let's go inside."

"Nein, c'mon my little Austrian, I have something to show you. It's awesome."

I reluctantly followed the Prussian, my feet freezing through my nice shoes.

"How much farther is this? I'm not really dressed for this sort of thing."

"Stop whining and just follow me."

I kept trudging through the snow, holding tightly onto Gilbert's hand.

My head was down because I'm trying to protect my face from the harsh wind, when Gilbert suddenly stopped.

"Huh?"

I looked up and saw a snow fortress. Actually, two snow fortresses facing each other, loaded with snowballs. All of a sudden, one of the snowballs exploded against my side.

"C'mon, fight back!"

Oh, so that's why Gilbert led me out here. To have a snowball fight.

Jokes on him, I'm very experienced with that sort of thing.

Whoosh

I threw it straight at his chest,knocking him back a bit.

"Verdammt, you're good!"

Once again, I felt the cold snow hit me.

But this time I was prepared.

I ran behind my fortress and starting combining my ammo into one big snowball. I would win with this. It was heavy but I could still lift it. I kept throwing smaller ones to keep Gilbert occupied. Finally, the snowball was ready. I could see Gil badly hiding behind his fortress. Hehe, he's going down!

I lined up my shot and arched my arm back. The snowball was weighing down on my hand as I tried to aim for Gilbert.

Alright, I think I've got him.

"Gah!"

I shot the ball but it just landed in the snow. Where did Gilbert go? He was right there.

"I WIN! KESESESE!"

Gilbert tackled me and kissed me, his glasses falling on the snow next to me. Verdammt. He managed to get the best of me.

"Hey Roddy, good idea with the giant snowball. Too bad I'm better than you."

"Shut up. You cheated."

"There was nothing in the rules about this. In fact, there were no rules. So, I win!"

I kissed him to shut him up. Or maybe I just wanted to kiss him.

Damn Gilbert.

"Roddy I'm cold."

"I'm not giving you my coat. I'm cold too."

He gave me the middle finger. How charming.

"Let's make hot chocolate."

I can't say no to that.

We got inside and I carefully took off my shoes. Oh god, they're destroyed. So much for my nice shoes.

"Hey Roddy? How the fuck do you make hot chocolate?"

"I'm afraid I've never made it."

"Shit."

"You're so eloquent."

The problem was that I've actually never made my own hot chocolate.

Apparently Gilbert hasn't either.

Well, to quote Gilbert,

Fuck.