Based off of the prompt of
Person A: Are you.. blushing?
Person B: What, no.
Person A: Did I get the everstoic, hardcore total badass Person B to blush?
Person B: No.. It's.. it's the cold
Person A: Huh. It's the cold. And not that I told you "Your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too!"
Person B, blushing harder: N-no..
"Are you.. blushing?" Arthur asked his companion, having noticed the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks.
"Absoluut niet." Lars shook his head, burying his face into his scarf.
"Aw c'mon old chap, when was I ever able to get a look at the stoic Mr Tulip blushing?" Arthur teased, and this was one of the many times Lars despised his natural ability to add sarcasm to his words whenever he so wished.
"It's just the cold.." He muttered, the heat in his face now reaching his ears.
"Hmm.. you sure? Don't think it was because I told you that your face when you blush is simply adorable and that the rest of you probably is?" Arthur gloated, carefully watching the Dutch man's face for any other reaction. Lars' reaction was immediate, and his voice betrayed his true feelings, face turning a darker shade of red.
"N-no.."
"Sureeee, have it your way then," He muttered sarcastically, planting a kiss on the other's cheek to watch how much further Lars sank into his scarf.
