Name: Sick Of Love

Ratting: K (Nothing but a brotherly talk...)

Comment: I love this drabble, I pride myself in knowing that a lot of people don't understand just how much they missunderstand it before they reach the end!

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Gwendal sighed slowly as he watched his little brother that he adored so much. It wasn't always easy to take care of Wolfram but Gwendal would rather chase the young prince all over the castle to get him to do his duties then to see him in so much pain. He wasn't a man who showed many emotions but even he couldn't hide the pain in his eyes as he watched his brother's tears and shaking body. The handsome dark haired male ran a hand in the golden locks of his brother while drying his brother's tears with his other hand. Yet it didn't seem to stop the crying, on the other hand, Wolfram sobbed louder and buried his face in his brother's chest.

"I'm a fool! I'm an arrogant, spoiled, fool!"

"You are not..."

"Why did I have to go and do such a thing? What was I thinking?"

"You were just showing that you cared!! It's your right as his fiancé"

The young noble sobbed gently and lifted his face to look at his older brother and then he sighed, shaking his head gently. How could he expect this man to understand, Gwendal after all had no love for a man or woman, he only cared for his paper work. Even going so far as to make his childhood friend and fiance Annissa wait almost a 100 years and still not honor her with marriage. The younger demon pulled away from that strong chest and the protective arms that had come around his shoulders, he gently dried his own tears before gracing his brother with a pretty smile, hopping it would ease Gwendal's worries for him.

"You are right Gwendal, it was my right as his fiancé..."

The older man nodded and watched Wolfram walk out the door, almost wishing he hadn't since it had been a long time they had spend time as brothers, but he didn't stop the blond boy from leaving. As soon as the door closed, Wolfram broke down again but this time with out making a sound, running to his and Yuuri's room. As soon as he reached the room, he hurried inside and locked the door before letting himself fall on the bed gracefully.

"What kind of fiancé am I if the food I cooked with love gave him food poisoning? He'll never forgive me for this one!"