"You didn't have to yell at her."
Wolfram pouted and glared at Yuuri. "I didn't mean to yell at her. You said yourself that she needed to be away for us to get this done."
"I know but you still didn't have to yell at her," Yuuri pouted and then yelped and ran for the oven. He opened it up and pulled out a tray of soft, warm cookies.
"Wimp," Wolfram growled, though it was affectionate. He couldn't help but grin when Yuuri stuck out his tongue at him.
The two had come up with the idea for a surprise for Greta. Since she'd never experienced a Winter Festival, Wolfram had suggested they do something special. When Wolfram had been little, his nanny had used to make all kinds of goodies and they'd sit around the fire late at night telling stories and eating junk food. Yuuri had mentioned that he'd done something similar as a kid, so they had decided that one cold snowy night they'd do just that.
The blizzard had seemed to be a godsend for their plan. And so, they'd set out to surprise the little girl with a night just for them. But she'd seemed to be underfoot all the time, so they couldn't work on the cooking or the presents, and thus, the cause for Wolfram's impatient snapping at her.
"Well, we'll just have to make it up to her…oh hello, Gwendal," Wolfram looked over to his brother, who had suddenly appeared, a thundercloud creasing his features.
"Kindly explain why Gunter is now trying to calm a sobbing little girl who thinks her 'parents' don't want anything to do with her?" Gwendal demanded and he was pleased to see the surprised look on Yuuri and Wolfram's face.
"She thinks that? I told you not to yell at her!" Yuuri growled, glaring at his fiancé, who glared right back.
"I didn't mean to yell at her! You said yourself we couldn't get this done with her here!"
"Stop!" Gwendal held out his hand to stop the two from arguing any further. "Explain yourselves."
Yuuri launched into their plan immediately, forgetting about the new batch of cookies that were still in the oven. Luckily, Wolfram didn't forget and took them out before they were destroyed.
Gwendal listened carefully and continued to frown. Yuuri couldn't tell if he was still angry or this was just his usual expression. "All right, you two can keep it up. It didn't hurt anything, not really. But don't do it again."
"Yes sir," both said in unison and then sagged when Gwendal left.
"I told you not to yell at her!"
"Oh shut up, wimp!"
The blizzard seemed to go on forever, but Greta didn't mind. The fireplace in Yuuri's bedroom was lit and a fur rug laid out on the stone floor before it. She sat in Yuuri and Wolfram's lap, all three eating cookies and hot chocolate. Wolfram and Yuuri alternated in telling her stories, which she would either gasp in amazement or giggle, depending on what was said. They'd apologized to her earlier, showing her that they hadn't meant to send her away, they just wanted to surprise her.
She'd forgotten all about not feeling loved. She couldn't believe that she'd ever thought that of Yuuri or Wolfram. Both of them had such big hearts and she loved them dearly. Greta was glad she'd came to Shin Makoku, and she was glad that she'd met these two wonderful men. They were perfect for each other, though she wished they could see it within themselves like everyone else around them could see. They'd put aside their own differences and worked together to make a little girl happy, and that said more about them than anything else ever could.