A/N: ok, this is just something that just kinda flitted into my brain randomly. Please review, I seriously can't stress this enough! Love it, hate it, just let me know!

Evil Mothers

Yuuri was sitting at his kitchen table, glowering, when Wolfram walked in. "Oh, hey, there you are! I've been looking everywe.." The blonde's voice trailed off as he noticed Yuuri's expression. Christ, that kid was just plain SCARY when he was sulking. "What's with you? And," Wolfram paused, noticing the container in front of Yuuri. "What are you eating?" His fiancé mumbled something. "Snookie's foe?" Wolfram gasped, his stomach clenching with horror. "Cookie dough, you idiot!" Yuuri snarled. "But...why?" Yuuri glared, apparently offended by the question. Wolfram was wonderful, but he certainly could be dense sometimes. The afformentioned blonde was currently staring blankly at his fiancé, wondering for the life of him to figure out why he was drowning his sorrows in cookie dough.

"Mothers suck," Yuuri grumbled, by way of an explanation. Wolfram's expression instantly darkened, and a wrinkle appeared between his blonde eyebrows. "Tell me about it," he grumbled, grabbing a handful of cookie dough and plopping down in another kitchen chair. "What's yours do to you this time?"

"She's making me quit baseball!" Yuuri spat. "Bitch. She thinks my grades are too low!" He put on a high squeaky voice. "Darlin', priorities are priorities. Sucks to be you." Wolfram whistled. "She actually said that?" The brunette snorted. "No. But that was what she meant. You could TELL."

"Well, anyway, that's nothing. Mine's making me take TAPDANCING LESSONS!" Cookie dough came flying out of Yuuri's mouth as he laughed. "I can just picture you in a tutu." "That's ballet, genius." "Ohh...Well then."

The conversation petered away, leaving a calm, slightly meditative silence. It was only broken by the smacking noises made by the two cookie dough eaters until Yuuri said it; the thing that would, unbeknown to him, would drastically alter both his and Wolfram's lives. "Mine's worse then your's is." Wolf blinked, and swallowed. "Come again?" "I SAID, my mom's worse then your mom is." "Oh, she so is not." "Oh, she so is to!" "Is not!" Is TOO!"

Four long, boring hours later:

"Not!" "Too!" "Not!" "Too!" "Liar!" "Cheater!" "Bitch!" "Wimp!" "That's my line!" Wolfram yelped, forgetting the argument. "Ha HA! I WIN!" Yuuri began doing a sort of victory dance, a cross between a samba and a tango.

Wolf sighed. It was incredibly difficult to be furious with a person that happy, so he settled for banging the now-empty cookie dough container into the sink, and spiriting his majesty away for a sparing tournament; he could always win those.

As the dangerous duo's footsteps retreated down the hallway, Anissina slipped out of the pantry she had hidden in, so as to evesdrop on the royal couple. "What a perfect wat to test my latest invention!"