You groaned, pressing yourself against the radiator. Why did it have to be so cold? Shivering, you sunk lower, pressing your back against the hot surface and closed your eyes.
“Hey! Frau!” You heard and you growled under your breath. “Quit hogging the warmth!” Gilbert complained. You saw him frowning at you when you cracked one eye open. “No. It’s mine.” You retorted, lifting your arms up to place them around the radiator possessively.
He glared at you, sitting on his haunches next to you. “C’mon frau, sharing is caring.” You shook your head fervently and bared your teeth at him. “Hell no!” After sighing once, he smirked maliciously at you.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you shrunk back as he advanced, tickling your sides. “No! Stop! Please!” You managed to cry out, squirming under his grasp. You managed to kick him several times, but he merely coughed and carried on with his torture.
“Giiiiil!!” You shouted, tears of mirth streaming down your cheeks. He grinned in triumph when you let go of it and rolled onto the floor.
And yet he didn’t let up, his fingers digging into your ribs. He only stopped when you were laughing so hard that you could no longer breathe and started wheezing.
“There, it wasn’t that hard now, was it?” He said, rubbing his back contentedly against the radiator. You scowled at him and he raised his eyebrow. Aiming your kick at his face, he dodged it nimbly, grabbing your foot and twisting it so you got turned onto your stomach.
You didn’t stop though, contracting your leg to bring you closer to him, you tried to smash your other foot at him. Again he caught it and grinned as he held both of your feet in one hand. “That all you got?”
He gritted his teeth when you wriggled, kicking both of your legs at him. As he shifted backwards to not get hit, he fell on his back. Instantly you took advantage of that, keeping your feet on top of his stomach and crawling forward to reclaim your spot against the radiator.
“Uggh....” he groaned, rubbing his head where he’d hit it. You smirked at him, grinding the heel of your feet into his stomach. Wincing, he glared at you and sighed in defeat. “Truce?”
You shook your head. “No way.” Pouting at you he sat up, leaving your feet in his lap. Then he pulled on them, making you slide down. You hissed when you felt the hot metal against your bare skin, your top had ridden up when you’d slid down.
“There this is better.” Gilbert sighed, holding you against his chest. You were cradled in his arms as he sat against the radiator grinning.
“Isn’t it?” You blushed and looked away from him. “C’mooon, tell the awesome me.” He tilted your chin towards him, your faces very close together.
“Let go of me! Stupid Prussian!”
“Hey, that’s awesome Prussian to you!”