"I made you a cake to celebrate your silver medal!" Viktor said, holding a cake decorated with the Japanese flag.

Yuuri's chest swelled with admiration. At Worlds Viktor had placed first, beating him by a few points.

But competitors or not, they still celebrated each other's accomplishments.

So with a beaming smile, Yuuri cut into the cake-

To reveal layers of white, blue, and red.

The colors of the Russian flag.

Yuuri's face fell.

"Do you like it?" Viktor asked with an ear splitting grin.

Yuuri didn't respond.

He simply picked up the cake and smashed it into Viktor's face.


Author's Note:

In my personal opinion, Viktor got off easy. Yuuri was holding a knife.

Also the true winner here is clearly Makkachin who got to lick all the crumbs off the floor while Viktor and Yuuri proceeded to chase each other around the apartment.