Bismarck sighs, turning into the gentle embrace of his lover. "This will have to end one day," he informs his dear heart. "This cannot last as it has."
His love simply draws him closer, hands cold where they press against Bismarck's back. Bismarck whines, stretching himself away from them. "No fair," he murmurs. "You're always so cold."
General Winter does not answer him.
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Oh yeah, baby. I love you this much. Next up is America watching Japan shave himself in a diaper. Unf.