"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!"

"Gah what?!" I jolted awake, my brother's ringtone blaring through the silence in my room. Snagging the phone off my nightstand, I slid my thumb over the blindingly bright screen, pressing the device to my ear.

"Hello?" I muttered, already falling back asleep.

"Yes, Emil, I was just calling to ask why perhaps I heard of….oh I don't know…you dragging some boy home?! Literally dragging?! Are you doing things I wouldn't approve of?" His tone was as expressive as I'd ever heard it, and I could faintly hear Denmark yelling in the background. As I opened my mouth there was a crash on the other end of the line.

"Emil! Did you finally get some?! I bet Lukas would calm down if you said you guys used protection." I facepalmed.

"No…Mathias don't get too excited. I carried him home, as in, he was freaking wasted and I carried him." I tried to remember what had happened once we left the party, he fell asleep halfway back and I had to carry him. Luckily, for a guy he's pretty dainty and it wasn't too difficult to carry him home. However, my arms were rather sore by the time I got back to the dorms.

"Ugh…my head…" There was a small grumble behind me. Spinning around, the rest of the memory suddenly came back. I was too exhausted to take him back to his room so he just stayed with me. This wouldn't sound too good.

"Uh..Lukas I'll call you back later, I've got to…go to class."

"On a Sunday~?"

"It's a religion class okay!?" I pushed the red icon on my screen, ending the call as Leon rolled over to face me. He had pulled the blanket up around himself, covering everything but his eyes and nose. His eyes were shut tightly, a small mumble leaving his lips.

"Ugh…Tony set me up with some strong alcohol…that or I just can't hold my drinks.." He moaned, flopping over dramatically. Letting out a small sigh, I reached one hand to his forehead, rubbing small circles across the spots I knew he would be hurting. Having seen Mathias and even Lukas hung over before, I knew a thing or two about the aftereffects of alcohol. Leon's eyes didn't open, but I could tell he was slightly surprised. After a moment he leaned towards me though, clearly happy with the attention he was receiving.

"So why would you challenge me to a drinking contest if you knew you would get drunk that easily?" I called the thought to question, glancing down at him.

"Like I said…I totally held my liquor awesomely last time." His grumbles were muffled by the comforter wrapped around his head. I chuckled lightly as I stood to stretch, my clothes crinkled oddly from how they'd dried.

"Now I've, ugh, got a question for you. Why am I in your bed, and why is my hair wet?" He sat up, leaning against the wall and stretching as well. Once my back popped, I turned back to answer him.

"Well, you were drunk off your ass during that party. You ended up falling into a pool and…some other stuff." I looked away. "So I had to carry you home and frankly didn't feel like frisking you to find your keys."

"What do you mean by 'other stuff'? Did I get into like, a rap battle?" Leon's eyebrows raised.

"Wha-no, it's just…you kind of…" I knew I was right to have my doubts. He didn't even remember a thing..

"Kind of…..?"

"Kind of kissed me..then I kind of kissed you.." I blushed, seeing his expression remain rather neutral. What, are you not even going to react?" My voice grew slightly irritated. Was he rejecting me?

"I already knew…I just wanted to hear you say it~" He smirked at me. Yep, Leon's back. An exaggerated sigh left my lips as he began to laugh, quickly stopping in favor of clutching his head.

"Y'know, you're really good at massages..ugh my head hurts like hell." His voice was manipulative to say the least.

"Alright. But remember, we're doing what I want to do today, since technically you lost the drinking contest, and I had to carry you home." I sat down again, gently pulling his head into my lap.

"I hoped you'd forgotten about that…."

"Do you even like, know where we're going?" Leon protested as I lead him through a nearby park. "And why do you have ice skates? All the snow is melted."

"Yes, I know how to use google maps. Have a little faith." I chuckled slightly, pulling him along by his wrist towards my desired location. Once I recalled the favor he owed me, I asked for twenty dollars and two hours of his time. Leon was quite relieved this was all I asked then, but soon started to regret it once I piled on a jacket, hat, and scarf, dragging him off campus.

"Alright, we're almost there." At the end of the winding cobblestone path was an ice rink.

"Wait, what are we doing here?" He questioned, a somewhat worried look on his face.

"Since we did something you like to do last night, it's only fair that we do something I like to do today." As soon as the sentence left my lips I realized how double-sided it must've sounded, based on the expression he made.

"Not like that." My retort made him chuckle slightly as he pushed the door open, holding it for me. As I stepped into the stadium holding the ice rink, I felt a shiver trail up my spine as the cool air shocked my skin. It reminded me of winter back home in Iceland. Luckily for me, there were only two other people on the rink, so I assumed it would be fine.

"Ugh it's so cold!" Leon grabbed onto my waist, pulling me against him and hiding his face in my neck. Sighing, I took off my scarf and wrapped it around his neck, glad I'd brought an overabundance of warm clothes.

"C'mon let's go get your skates." I pointed to a small kiosk nearby, my feet itching to get onto the ice. Leon sighed and nodded, following me.

Once I got my own skates on and helped Leon with his, we stepped onto the edge of the ice, Leon clutching onto my arm forcefully.

"Do you know how to skate?" I questioned, seeing his nervousness. Leon's gaze shifted. "Here, I'll show you. It's easy!" I moved so that I was facing him, gently grabbing his hands and starting to skate backwards. Leon let out a noise, his grip tightening. We continued like this for a moment, slowly moving around the edge of the rink, the only conversation between us being me telling him how to move his feet or what to watch out for. Soon enough Leon released one of my hands, beginning to skate on his own.

"Like I said, it's easy." I exclaimed, releasing him and beginning to skate faster. "Watch this." Mindful of the couple sharing the rink, I began to skate, speeding up and jumping, performing a few simple twists and tricks. Leon watched in awe, his mouth slightly agape. I'd also gained the attention of the couple, who both clapped as I finished, causing me to blush in embarrassment. Slowing then, I moved to join Leon at the side of the rink.

"That was like, really cool." He muttered, reaching to grab my hand again. Our fingers wove themselves together on their own, spreading his warmth up my arm as we skated somewhat faster.

"Thanks, I used to skate a lot when I was younger, but I'm a bit rusty." Memories came back of my own childhood endeavors of skating.

"I bet I could-woah!" Leon begain to speak, only to suddenly trip over a crack in the ice, falling to the ground and pulling me along with him. Lucky for me I had fallen many times before and knew to lift my head before I hit the ground, avoiding the pain of the packed ice on my skull. Leon landed on top of me, his head thumping against my chest somewhat harshly.

"You alright?" I looked down at him as he lifted his head.

"Yeah, luckily you're not particularly muscular." He jabbed my abdomen with his finger.

"S-shut up I carried you for like, six blocks!" I sat up, pulling him along with me.

"I probably only weigh like, one hundred pounds soaking wet." I let out an exasperated sigh at his teasing tone, pulling him up off the ice. Glancing at the clock, I realized out rink time was up, and started to lead him towards the exit.

"You sure? You do tend to eat quite a lot." I joked, poking his stomach with one finger as I stepped off the rink. Leon frowned comically before stepping off as well, quickly removing his skates. I took time untying the clean white laces of my own skates, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

"So Ice, you want to like, go do something else?" For the first time since we'd met, Leon seemed the slightest bit sheepish.

"Yeah, sure, as long as it doesn't involve underaged drinking." I chuckled, hanging my skates over my shoulder and reaching to pull him up onto his feet.

"I won't make any guarantees."