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DEDICATED TO FANGWEBB88!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Wolfram: I guess I'll say Happy Birthday…HMPH!

WVB: You'd better!

December 14th.

Wolfram looked around the dining hall blearily. He knew for a fact that he had had way more to drink then he should have. He slumped a bit in his chair, closing his eyes tiredly before suddenly shooting up, trying to fight off the drunken sleep.

"Wolfie-baby…are you alright?" Wolfram heard a voice calling to him. He whirled his head sluggishly towards the voice.

Two black eyes stared down at him, amusement shining in his eyes. Wolfram was about to open his mouth and ask where the fuck his marshmallows were, when suddenly he hiccupped, and lost the will power to.

Another soft voice spoke up. "Wolfie's never been good at holding his liquor…" He tried to turn his head to the voice that he somewhat recognized was his mother's, when he started to hiccup once more.

Yuuri walked in front of Wolfram and lifted his face so that he could get a better look at it. Wolfram smiled goofily towards him, hiccupping cutely ever so often, his cheeks flushed a pale pink.

"C'mon, Wolfie-baby…" Yuuri murmured, lifting Wolfram effortlessly into his arms despite his dead weight. "Let's get you to bed…Say good night to everyone." Yuuri half expected Wolfram not to do it.

Wolfram lifted his head and rested it on Yuuri's shoulder so that he could face everyone, and lifted his hand slightly and waved at everyone. "Night-night!"

They looked at him with wide eyes before waving cautiously back to him, Celi being the only one not to question it.

Yuuri immediately headed towards the royal baths, hoping that a bath would sober Wolfram up a little bit.

Yuuri set him down on one of the little wooden stools and started to undress him, seeing that he was too indisposed to do it himself. "Wolfie-baby, lift your arms a bit…" Yuuri quickly removed the jacket, shirt, and cravat. Next, he went to work on the trousers and boots, leaving them by the door for a maid to pick up later. He took the basin by the stool and dipped it in the water and dumped it on Wolfram's head to make it easier to clean him. Wolfram started giggling happily when the soap made contact with his skin. Yuuri began massaging the soap into him gently, smoothing circles into his back. Wolfram began to purr happily, his drunken haze not seeming half as bad as before, but he was still blissfully oblivious.

Wolfram sighed in ecstasy when Yuuri lowered him into the warm water. Yuuri had just removed his clothes and came to rest behind Wolfram, Wolf's small body leaning against him. Wolfram was still a bit wobbly, and Yuuri didn't want to risk the chance of him falling in the bath and not being able to get back up.

Yuuri allowed him to soak a few more minutes but pulled him out when his eye lashes started to flutter.

Yuuri dried Wolfram off carefully and reached for the nightgown that Wolfram had placed in the baths for tonight. He directed Wolfram's arms and dressed him quickly, setting him on the other –drier—stool so that Yuuri could dress himself.

Soon, it was as if it had never happened. They were both snug in their bed, Yuuri spooning Wolfram, Wolfram's snore on the verge of appearing. Suddenly, before Wolfram closed his eyes for the final time that night, He murmured quietly, so quietly that Yuuri had to lean close to hear, his voice marred with sleep.

"Yuuri…I can't hold my alcohol can I?"

Yuuri chuckled. "That you can't…" He hugged Wolfram tighter to him, feeling Wolfram's arms coming to meet his.

"Thanks for taking care of me…" And Wolfram was out like a light, snoring away.

"Anytime, Wolfie-baby…" And Yuuri leaned his head on Wolfram's shoulder and submitted to his own exhaustion.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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