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SwePru: Chicken Farm

"Alright," Gilbert said when he saw the farm getting nearer. "We're almost there."

Berwald nodded, going towards the farmhouse. He still couldn't believe he was doing this.

It had started when Gilbert's pet chick had been eaten by a cat. The albino had gone into an absolute depression. The Swede had asked around for a way to cheer his boyfriend up, and finally Gilbert's friend Antonio had mentioned an acquaintance that lived on a farm. Apparently, a bunch of chicks recently hatched and Gilbert could have one.

When Berwald had relayed the news to Gilbert, the other was upset at first, not wanting to replace his old one, but when he saw Berwald's gaze drop the German had felt guilty and so had agreed to at least go to the farm and see if any of those chicks were as 'awesome' as his old one.

As they came closer, the door opened and a woman left the confines of the home. Berwald supposed that it was Yekaterina, Antonio's acquaintance.

"Welcome," she said as the two exited the car. "I take it you're Antonio's friends?"

"Ja," Gilbert said.

The woman smiled, before she led them towards the chicken coops. Many hens were around, and around several of those hens were a bunch of chicks.

"I'll leave you to it then," Yekaterina said, before she left the two.

Gilbert went closer to the chicks, trying to find one that was 'awesome'. So far, he didn't look impressed.

Berwald sighed, knowing they would be there for a while. He sat down on the ground, thankful that he had decided to wear old clothes for this occasion, and waited for his boyfriend.

His eyes widened when he felt something scratching the back of his hand. He looked towards his hand to see a chick climbing onto it.

Now that he paid attention, he noticed that many chicks had gathered around him. All of them were trying to clamber onto his lap, and a few succeeded. Some even tried to climb higher.

"Gil," he said, hoping to attract the other's attention.

Gilbert looked over towards Berwald with a bored expression before his eyes widened when he saw the chicks trying to climb on his lover. He laughed that strange laugh of his before walking closer.

"You look really funny right now," Gilbert said.

He gently grabbed a chick that had climbed up to the Swede's shoulder.

"I think this one is awesome, don't you?" Gilbert said.

"Fine. Can you get them off me?"

The prompt I used was: 'Imagine your OTP visiting a farm. Suddenly, all the chicks and ducklings climb on Person A (the bigger or serious one) while Person B chuckles and pets the little birds.'

This entry actually brought a bit of nostalgia for me. When I was nine, our school principal (who happened to be my mom's boss and my sister's best friend's mom) brought two chicks from her farm. Our dog had died a while before that, so she decided to give these two chicks to my sister and I. We only had them for about a month before they died because my grandma, who was supposed to watch them, left the door to the laundry room open in the middle of a South African August, naturally on one of the colder days. They were in their cage in the laundry room which was outside the main house. We were gone for a few hours, but that was enough for the cold to claim them. We spent the rest of the day and night trying to get them better, but they didn't make the night. They had a habit of climbing our arms to reach our shoulders, and they were also content to rest on our heads. Both my sister and I had thick dark hair that was at least shoulder-length, so I think they appreciated the heat (seriously, our heads attract heat like you wouldn't believe).