A Nordic NYC Christmas

Part VIII

I was about to stop them, I really was. But then the waiter came and brought us our drinks. I soon forgot they were even gone...

-Emil's POV-

I dont know where Tino was taking me, but I didnt really mind. It's not like he's Francis or Gilbert or Ludwig. But then he slammed me against the wall. I kinda freaked out. "OH MY GOD GET OFF OF ME TINO STOP IT YOU-"

Then he covered my mouth, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. What would have come out of my mouth wasn't exactly the nicest, or most appropriate, thing. That still didn't discount what he was doing... Whatever he's doing. He wasn't really doing anything... Tino was just standing there, pinning me to the wall. Then, I started to feel bad for him. He started to cry. "What's wrong, Tino?"

"N-nothing," he whispered.

I shrugged. "Well, if that's the case, then I guess I'll just be going." He restrained me.

"Please... I just need..." He hugged me tightly and buried his head into my sweater, hand knitted by me, of course. Why support the mainstream stores? I tried to offer him a sign of comfort by gently patting his back, but that only seemed to spur him on more. This guy was a wreck.

He sobbed. "I love you Emil. Please tell me you love me back. We can be happy together. Forever."

I was pretty weirded out. "Umm are you reciting a line from that creepy doll movie?"

Apparently I said something wrong because he looked at me like a helpless puppy. "How could you say such a thing?! I want you and I to be a couple. I love you."

"But what about Berw-"

"BERWALD IS DEAD TO ME!" he screamed. This guy was a teenage girl in a man's body. How Berwald put up with him for so long, I will never know.

I shrugged. "Whatever. As long as I don't end up as Berwald's punching bag, I'm cool with you and I being a couple."

His eyes lit up like Christmas trees. "OH THANK YOU MY SWEET EMIL!" He hugged me like there was no tomorrow.

Okay... Maybe I regretted agreeing to this. Just a little.