Armin sighed once more as Jean rolled over on the bed for the third time that night, squashing him like a tube of toothpaste.

He was currently trapped, between  snoring Jean and the wall, Jean drooling on his chest like a bulldog. Some people look cute when they sleep - he was not one of those people.

He poked Jean's cheek, hoping to get him to move so his ribs didn't break, but instead of Jean just flipping back over like he anticipated, Armin got more than expected.

"Mmmm... No, I'm the better princess, Eren... Armin is my Prince Charming... Armin Charmin..."

Armin had to slap a hand over his mouth to cover the giggles that wanted to escape his lips, a wide grin on his face as he listened to Jean babble about being the prettiest girl at the ball.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in Jean's neck, hopefully drowning out his boyfriends incessant wittering.

One things for certain, Princess Jean was never going to live his one down - especially when Armin texted Eren to tell him that, yes, Jean was in fact the better princess.