Summary: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Greta partake in Earth wintertime traditions. A series of oneshots.

Pairings: WolframxYuuri

Wintertime Traditions

Ice Skating

"Why are there blades on the bottom of these shoes?" Wolfram had been snooping around Yuuri's room when he found an odd pair of shoes in the closet. He held them up and examined them closer. Yuuri looked up from his video games for a moment.

"Those are ice skates." Yuuri answered, before turning back to the TV, much to Wolfram's annoyance.

"Are they used for fighting?" He tried to provoke the double black boy.

"What?" Yuuri paused the game again and gave Wolfram a confused look.

"Like, kicking your opponent?"

"No," Yuuri laughed, "You use them on big areas of ice, like a frozen lake."

"Oh, so it's another one of your silly human pastimes." Wolfram pointed to the TV as if to give an example.

"No," Yuuri defended, "Well, yes. It's fun, though. Ice skating is extremely hard to do. It requires a lot of skill. I'm not very good at it."

"This is coming from a wimp that can barely ride a horse or use a sword."

"Hm!" Yuuri huffed, "We should go ice skating so I can show you just how hard it is."

"Anything to get you to spend time with me instead of your machines is fine."

"Don't say weird things like that!"

"This is impossible." Wolfram could barely stand up, "Who thought of this!?"

"Ah, let me help you, Wolf." Yuuri held out a hand. Though he was still not the best, he was doing far better than his blond fiancé. The rink was almost empty aside from a few giggling girls with their, assumable, boyfriends.

"I can do it!" Wolfram stumbled for a little ways before falling down again. One of the girls started to laugh, but squeaked in fear when she was sent a menacing glare.

"You sure you don't need help?"

"I said no! Stop being annoying already!"

After about ten more minutes of struggling, Wolfram gave up.

"I didn't think my strong, manly fiancé would give up so easy~" Yuuri teased. Wolfram grabbed the still giggling double black boy by the arm and dragged him away from the rink.

"We're leaving."

"Aw, I was having fun!"

"We can go back home and have fun there."

"Eh, what do you mean by that!?"

"Heh, you'll see."