I got this idea a LONG time ago, and started it over the summer. I forgot about it and this weekend, I cleaned out my computer a little and found it. It was only 3 pages long, and after prompting from my friend, I started writing it again.

It's gonna be so epic...

I'm so excited for this, because when we watched the movie again today (I had to take notes!), it was so the BTT. Plus, it's gonna be a lot of fun, 'cause I love this movie so much!

Obviously, I had to change some stuff to make it fit in the Hetalia universe, but for the most part, it will follow the movie plot and shenanigans pretty well.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Hetalia: Axis Powers" nor the movie "Without a Paddle." I'm only using both of them for my own pleasure. :)

Antonio sighed as he clipped his nametag onto his suit, smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket as he walked towards the gymnasium of the high school. All around him, other people, his former classmates, laughed and smiled, milling about and talking with everyone. He looked around for any of the people he used to hang out with, but spotted none of them.

This was a mistake, he thought, making his way to the desert table and picking up one of the cookies, munching on it idly as his green eyes roamed around the crowd.

In the corner was Toris, Ravis, and Eduard. The brunette was happily chatting with the smaller man, while the tallest of the trio sat on the ground, eyes glued to his smart phone. A little ways down the wall, Ivan stood with his sisters, Natalia and Katyusha on either side of him. The Russian's purple eyes were hungrily watching Toris, who, it seemed, was well aware of that fact. The Lithuanian was looking everywhere but the tall platinum blonde. Antonio noticed that Feliks had yet to arrive; otherwise, Toris would probably feel a little more comfortable. Katyusha was happily talking with her brother, while Natalia hung on his arm, glaring daggers at anyone who even dared to look at them.

Across the gym from them was Kiku and his brothers and sisters. Wang Yao was gushing over them, and Kiku was looking the other way, trying to figure out his escape plan. He caught Antonio's eye and smiled, excusing himself and coming towards the Spaniard.

"Antonio," the Japanese man grinned, putting his hand out. "I'm glad to see you here."

Antonio smiled, shaking the smaller man's hand happily. "Thanks for inviting me," he told him, though he was a little skeptical about the whole ordeal. He gestured to the brightly lit gymnasium with glitter and hundreds of decorations. "I hear this was all your idea."

Kiku smiled. "Well, mine and Elizabeta's actually. We've stayed in touch all these years and thought about getting everyone else together for a night. We figured that, since our school is so small, why not just make it a reunion?"

The brunette laughed. "Not a bad plan. But it doesn't seem as if the whole school felt the same way."

"I wouldn't say that. Many have stopped by to say hello, and then left. Others will be arriving late."

Antonio nodded. "I see. So how've you been, lately? Last I heard, you were some big salesman who made millions."

Kiku chuckled. "It seems my reputation proceeds me. Yes, I am in sales. But I've limited myself to who I sell to and what it is."

"What's that?"

"I mostly deal with the government. A lot of weapons transactions were made between countries because of me."

"Well, I don't about you, but that sounds like some pretty big dough."

Kiku laughed. "I never said that I didn't make a comfortable living. Just that it wasn't millions."

"Well played," Antonio grinned.

"What about you?" the smaller man asked. "I hear you've gotten into the gardening business."

Antonio nodded. "Yes, actually. I started my own tomato business. It's doing well, as a matter of fact."

"That's good. And are you enjoying yourself?"

Antonio grinned. "Yeah, actually…" he mused. "I've always liked growing things, and tomatoes really are an interesting plant."

The conversation trickled off, and he looked around once more at all the people. Mathias and Niklas had just arrived, and were making their way to Tino and Berwald at one of the tables. Eirik was sitting with them, arms crossed over his chest and looking rather bored with the whole affair.

Vash and Lilli were sitting at the table next to them, talking quietly with Roderich and Elizabeta. The Hungarian woman noticed his gaze and looked up, locking her eyes with him. She waved the two over, and they happily joined them. Elizabeta got up to hug Antonio.

"Tonio!" she cried, and the Spaniard inwardly cringed at the old nickname. "How've you been?"

"Pretty good," he laughed, breaking away from the hug. "Great idea here, Liza."

She positively beamed. "Thanks! I was hoping that everyone would be able to come for the entire night, but this is better than nothing, right?"

"Si," Antonio grinned. Then he noticed the way the light played around them and glanced down at her hands. He pointed to the engagement ring on her finger. "Who's the lucky man?" he asked.

Elizabeta actually blushed a little at the comment, looking down at her hand. She stepped back and put a hand on Roderich's shoulder. "He is, as a matter of fact."

Antonio held a hand out to shake the Austrian's, who took it with a small smile. "Congratulations," he told him.

"Thank you," Roderich said. He looked up fondly at Elizabeta, who had resumed talking to Kiku. "It's the best thing I've done in a while."

"Great. 'Cause little tiny frying pan wielding musicians is really what the world needs more of…"

Everyone turned their heads towards the person who had spoken, and Antonio brightened when he saw who it was. Elizabeta glared at him while Roderich simply scowled.

"Better than some egomaniacs roaming around proclaiming their false 'awesomeness' to the world," the Hungarian woman retorted.

"That's 'cause you just don't understand the epic levels of awesome that roll off me," Gilbert smirked.

Elizabeta scowled. "Why're you here, again?"

The pale man actually frowned. "I went to this school too, remember?"

"How could we forget," Roderich muttered. "You caused more trouble than should have been possible."

Gilbert grinned. "Sure did!" he proclaimed proudly.

"At least until you dropped out," Roderich said bitingly. Gilbert frowned.

"Doesn't matter. I was still a part of this school. I deserve to come to see everyone too!" he snapped.

"This was for people who graduated," the Austrian man scoffed. "The only way you could even get in was if you came with someone."

"Wait!" Elizabeta cried, and all eyes turned to her. "Ludwig said that he was bringing a guest… Surely he didn't mean…"

The albino smirked. "Bulls eye."

As the engaged couple groaned, Gilbert seemed to notice Antonio for the first time. He turned his red eyes towards his childhood friend and smiled. "Antonio! Long time, no see!"

The Spaniard grinned back, and the two embraced quickly. "Indeed, amigo. How have you been? I haven't seen you since your twenty-first birthday."

"Good times," the taller man laughed. "Even if I don't remember half of what happened…"

Antonio chuckled. "Yes, it was quite the experience. I don't think I ever found out what happened to my pants that night…"

His friend erupted into loud laughter. "And didn't Francis end up passed out in my front yard naked?"

"He did, and I was the one who had to clean up after you three."

Both Antonio and Gilbert turned to see a large blonde man standing behind them, a scowl on his face. Gilbert brightened.

"There you are, West!" he exclaimed. "You were taking forever at that nametag table, so I just slipped through the doors. You really need to pay more attention to what I'm doing. You might miss out on something awesome."

Ludwig rolled his eyes, turning to greet the other members around him. Elizabeta hugged him before pulling away and frowning.

"You didn't tell me that the guest you were bringing was your brother," she complained.

The tall blonde shrugged. "Was it really that important? Besides, he wanted to come."

Elizabeta's frown increased. "Yes, but he-"

She was interrupted as both Antonio and Gilbert howled with laughter, the latter nearly doubling over in glee. A few other people around the gym looked at them curiously.

"At least-" Roderich began, was cut off when a loud shout came from the two other men, who began running to the entrance to the gym, where another man with long blonde hair was hollering, grinning.

"Nevermind…" he muttered, making his fiancé glare at him.

The entire gym was now entirely focused on the trio at the front of the gymnasium. They were laughing and punching one another. Gilbert nearly jumped on the newcomer's back in happiness.

"Francis, you dork!" he grinned.

"Bonjour!" the blonde laughed, straitening so that his friend did not climb on his back once more.

"Mi amigo, it is good to see you!" Antonio agreed, smile big enough to split his face in two.

"Ja! Antonio and I were just talking about the good old days!"

Francis nodded. "Then by all means, don't let me spoil the fun!"

Gilbert howled once more, pumping a fist in the air. "To the food table!" he cried, dashing off to the small porch outside the gym where a table covered in several dishes of food stood. There were a few vacant tables in the corner of the porch.

His friends had no choice but to follow him, albeit in a more dignified manner. When they disappeared around the corner, the sounds of the laughter still drifting into the gym, the remainder of the people simply shrugged and went back to their own business.

"Well, this is sure to be an interesting evening…" Kiku said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I can't believe the three of them are back together…" Elizabeta muttered. "They caused nothing but trouble for this school when they were in high school, even after Gil dropped out."

"If it makes you feel any better, it's been almost ten years since they saw each other," Ludwig shrugged. The rest of the table looked at him. "Between Francis' work schedule, Antonio moving out of town, and Gilbert… being Gilbert, the three have hardly even talked to each other."

"And now one night ruins all that…" Elizabeta sighed. "It was supposed to a peaceful, fun evening. Not a zoo…"

Meanwhile, out on the deck, the three friends just couldn't stop laughing. They were reliving old memories, and the grins didn't seem to leave their faces. They sat out there for hours, nobody from inside stupid enough to enter their domain.

Which, of course, was fine by them.

It wasn't long before they had abandoned the table to sit on the railing of the porch, drinks in hand. Francis and Antonio were nursing their own glasses of wine, while Gilbert was on his fifth mug of beer.

"Gott, it's good to see you two again," he said, taking a swig. He turned his red gaze to the other two, who grinned back at him.

"Si," Antonio agreed. "And to think that I almost didn't come tonight!"

Francis swirled the wine in his glass before raising it to his lips and sipping delicately at it. "Oui, I too thought of not attending."

This caused the German man to scowl. "Why not? I thought you guys were all good with the rest of the class?"

The other two shrugged. Gilbert's scowl increased as he drained the rest of his beer. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm glad that you did. Otherwise, you would have totally missed out on my awesome presence!"

Sharing a glance, Francis and Antonio both rolled their eyes before turning back to their friend. "So, mon ami," the Frenchman said. "Why did you come? I distinctly remember you saying that you would never step foot in a school again."

Antonio shot a surprised look at the other man, who was glaring at the ground below them.

"Ja, so? I wanted to see everyone. I don't…" he trailed off, glare intensifying.

"Don't what?" Antonio asked, curious at the odd behavior the other was displaying.

"Don't want them to go without my awesomeness more than they have too!"

The other two said nothing about the blatant lie, choosing instead to ignore it.

"Hey, Francis?" Gilbert suddenly said. He never could stand silence. "You still got that tree house in your back yard?"

"Oui," the blonde affirmed. Gilbert grinned. "Oh, no!" Francis said, frowning. The smile on Gilbert's face quickly turned to a smirk. "No one has been up there since graduation. It's probably got termites and will fall apart the moment we set foot inside it!"

"I don't know," Antonio said, thoughtfully, looking pensively in his glass. "That thing is pretty sturdy, and mi padre helped build it. You know how good he was at getting the best stuff to make things."

Before anyone could say anything else, Gilbert had flipped around and stomped back to the porch floor. He slammed his beer glass on the table and looked at the other two. "Let's go!" he exclaimed. "I think it's time that we get drunk and have a party up there! For old time's sake!"

Antonio grinned, following the other's example and coming to stand next to him. They grinned at Francis, who was looking at them like they had grown two heads. When their grins only widened, he sighed and turned, hopping down before draining his glass.

"I'm going to need more alcohol if we're doing this," he told them.

"No problem!" Gilbert replied. "Now, who wants to have the awesome me accompany them on the drive down there?"

"You can come with me," Francis sighed, waving a hand. He started towards the steps that led from the porch to the parking lot below, Gilbert following enthusiastically.

"Shouldn't you tell your brother where you're going?" Antonio asked, digging his keys out of his pocket. "I mean, won't he get worried?"

Gilbert waved his hand in the air to dismiss it. "Nah, it'll be fine. I've got my phone, so he can call if he worried himself sick. Besides, we're just going to Francis' house. It's not like we're leaving the country or anything."

A frown formed on Antonio's face, but he said nothing. When the other two went down the street to the Frenchman's car, Antonio walked quickly to his own. As he did so, he grabbed the nametag on his suit and flung it into the back of his already cluttered backseat. Climbing in, he revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking spot, turning onto the road with ease.

He was amazed when he pulled up behind Francis' car twenty minutes later in the blonde's driveway. Said man was climbing out of his car, Gilbert following suit as he hugged a twelve pack of beer. He set it on top of the car before disappearing back into the passengers seat and withdrawing an already opened bottle. He took a huge gulp as Antonio walked up to them.

"Did you stop to get this?" he asked, eyeing the huge package of alcohol.

"Of course," Gilbert grinned.

The Spaniard looked to Francis, who frowned. "It's amazing how fast you get to the convenient store when Gil's driving."

Gilbert cackled.

"Needless to say, I drove the rest of the way."

"Aw, don't be a party pooper, Franny. It's all in good fun."

"Now I know why you don't have a car of your own."

"Harsh, Francis. That hurt."

"You'll live."

"I don't know. My life is slowly slipping away… you may need to go buy some more beer to make it up to me."

"I bought this pack!"

"The rest of the world will never know my awesomeness…"

Antonio giggled, grabbing the beer as the two bickered back and forth. "If you two are quite finished, we should get to the tree house before this beer goes bad."

Gilbert drained this beer in his hand before chucking it back into Francis' car, slamming the door shut. The blonde glared at him.

"Oh, I'll get it later," he insisted, following the brunette as he made his way to the backyard, leaving Francis' no choice but to sigh and follow them.

The tree house wasn't necessarily impressive, but it was better than those stick ones that the other kids had built in their neighborhood. There was a balcony, and a cloth covered the entrance inside, a window on one end. There was a rope with knots to climb up, and a ladder, the steps crooked.

With a grunt, Gilbert leapt onto the rope, easily pulling himself up. He scrambled onto the balcony and grinned down at his friends. "I'll see if the pulley still works. That way we can get the beer up!" he called, and disappeared from their sight.

"I doubt that the thing still works," Francis said. "It hasn't been used it over a decade. I'm surprised that this rope is still in as good condition as it is. I was suspecting it to be frayed and sn-"

A loud "Thunk!" cut him off, and he jumped back. On the ground at their feet was a small basket attached to a thick rope. Looking above their heads, Gilbert's white hair gleamed in the moonlight.

"Send her up, Antonio!" he yelled, smile huge.

Giving a surprised Francis a grin, the brunette stepped forward and gently set the beer in the basket. He cupped his hands around his mouth and tilted his head upwards. "All good, Gil!"

A few seconds later, the rope went taunt and the basket began to rise. After about a minute, Gilbert's happy cry sounded down to the duo on the ground.

"Okay, guys! We're all set!"

"I can't believe that worked," Francis muttered as Antonio jumped onto the rope, climbing slowly. It took him a little longer that Gilbert, but he eventually made it to the top, the albino assisting him onto the balcony.

"Your turn, Francis!" Antonio called down, sending him a smile.

"No way!" the blonde frowned. "I just got my hands manicured. No way am I going to waste hundred of dollars climbing up a stupid dirty rope!"

"You get manicures?"

Francis could just see Gilbert's incredulous face as he walked over to the ladder. He grabbed onto the board at chest height and lifted a foot onto the bottom one, beginning to climb. "Of course!" he replied back. "A man of my stature and handsomeness must always look his best! I don't want to be looked down upon just because I don't groom myself regularly like-"

As soon as his foot hit the fifth rung up, it snapped under his weight and he tumbled to the ground below, landing on his back with a loud "Oof!" Above him, Gilbert cackled with laughter.

"What was that about being looked down on?" he smirked. Francis glared at him.

"Are you okay, amigo?" Antonio asked, worry in his tone.

"Oui, oui," Francis said, a little out of breath from the fall. He stood up slowly, frowning when he noticed that his new, and expensive suit, was covered in mud. "Now my clothes are dirty!" he cried, scowling.

"Suck it up, pussy!"

Glaring at the taller man, Francis moved to the rope, wiping his hands on his ruined clothing. He grabbed the rope and began slowly climbing. When he was halfway up, the rope began to swing back and forth violently, causing his ascent to stop and clutching on it for dear life.

"Stop that!" he yelled angrily, looking up. "Gilbert!"

It was both Antonio's and Gilbert's laughter that reached his ears this time, and he frowned. "Et tu, Antonio?" he asked.

"Sorry, Francis," came the reply. "Couldn't resist."

The rope stopped swinging, and after a moment, Francis loosened his hold and started to climb once more. The rope shook again, and he shrieked, hugging it to his chest.

"I said stop!" he cried.

More laughter.

"Okay, Francis, we'll stop," Antonio assured him.

"Hurry the fuck up, Frenchie!"

Scowling once more, the blonde hurried up the remainder of the distance, glaring at Gilbert when he was safely on the balcony.

"I never enjoyed that," he said angrily. "Not even when we were kids."

"It's all in good fun," Gilbert told him. He grabbed the beer and stood up, walking to the makeshift door. He pulled the curtain back and jerked his head towards the inside. "After you, princess."

Glare increasing, Francis followed Antonio into the house, Gilbert ducking as he entered, letting the cloth fall back into place. There was the sound of his rustling around before light shone from the flashlight in his hand.

"How'd you remember where that was?" Antonio asked him, green eyes wide.

Gilbert shrugged, setting the beer on the tiny shelf next to some beanbag chairs before rummaging around. He let out a triumphant call when he found the lantern and flicked it on, setting it in the middle of the circle of three beanbags. He plopped down in the red one closest to the beer.

"Still has my ass print," he said.

Francis rolled his eyes, sitting in his own blue one next to the albino, wiping some dust off in the process.

"I remember this being a lot bigger," Antonio said, also taking his place in the green one between the two. He made a face as he sat. "I also remember these being a lot more comfortable…"

"A lot changes in twenty years," Gilbert told him. He opened the beer package and tossed one to Antonio and another to Francis, before popping open his own and taking a swig. He smacked his lips, looking around.

"The fun we used to have in here," Francis muttered, running a nostalgic eye over all the junk in the small house. There were the three beanbags, and several action figures hung from the beams from the ceiling. Pictures and posters covered the walls, and boxes of other toys were stacked all over the place.

"We did have some awesome times in here, huh?" Gilbert asked, taking a box sitting besides him and pulling it in front of him. He blew the dust off of it, making it go into Antonio's face. The Spaniard began coughing and sneezing, glaring at his friend. Gilbert merely grinned. "Sorry, Toni."

His response was in the form of a middle finger.

Chuckling, Gilbert opened the box's flaps, rummaging inside for a moment before pulling out a deck of cards and tossing them to Francis.

"Hey!" the blonde exclaimed, catching the deck, setting his beer on the floor beside him. He eagerly opened the dusty pack, shuffling the well-worn cards in his hands. "I remember these! They were from when I wanted to be a magician!"

"The Eloquent Frenchman," Antonio hummed, a small smile on his face.

"Wow, so creative," Gilbert smirked. "Didn't you try to pull a bunny of a hat and it bit you?"

Francis shot him a look. "I was lucky that I didn't get rabies from that thing, since someone decided to get a wild rabbit instead of buying one from the store!"

The shrug that Gilbert only caused Francis to glare. "It was cheaper. I wasn't gonna waste my money on something as stupid as magic."

Antonio reached forward, tugging the box closer to himself. He searched through it as his friends began bickering once more.

"Oh, but you'll waste your money on stuffed animals?" Francis taunted.

"Hey! I'll have you know that those are collectables!" the younger man defended himself. "I can sell those back and get more money than I paid for them!"

"Oh? Then why did they sit in your room for five years?"

"Because everyone knows that things are better with age!"

"Gilbert, you named them all…"

"…So…?"

"And you have the gall to tease me about a childhood stage?"

"The animals were a stage for me too!"

"You bought one every time we went to the fair!"

"That's 'cause-"

Gilbert's response was cut off when something flew in his lap, making him grimace. He glared at Antonio, who smirked at him.

"Whoops," the brunette said. "Sorry, Gil."

Gilbert was about to reply when he notice what his friend had thrown him. It was his old film camera. He grinned. "I was wondering what happened to this!"

"Hey, what else is in there?" Francis asked, placing the cards back in their box and setting them aside. Antonio pushed the box towards him, leaning back in his beanbag chair.

"Hey, there's still film in here!"

Ignoring their friend as he began to snap pictures of the old tree house, the flash bright enough to light up the entire thing, Francis shifted through the contents. Gilbert's attention was captured when he pulled out a small, metal lunch box, wrapped in bungee cords to keep it closed.

"Oh, mien Gott…" he murmured, letting his camera fall to the floor. "I forgot all about that…"

"Is that what I think it is?" Antonio asked, reaching forward to grab it out of Francis' hands. He gently pried the cords off and clicked open the locks on it. He opened it and smiled softly. "It's all still in here."

"Really?" Francis got up from his seat to kneel beside the Spaniard, Gilbert following suit soon after. They all gazed into the metal tin.

Gilbert was the first to reach in, taking out a postcard of the Berlin Wall, its corners bent and the picture faded. "I can't believe this stuff is still here…" he whispered, running a hand over the old card.

"I know," Antonio agreed, reaching in and pulling out a pen with a springy tomato on the top. The tomato had a smiley face on it. Antonio grinned. "Senor Tomato," he said affectionately.

"I think this is yours," Gilbert said, making a face as he threw a small, square package at Francis.

"My first condom!" he exclaimed, catching the tiny object. "I remember the first time I had to go and get a box. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know which kind to get, and I didn't want to go alone, so I dragged Roderich along with me."

"Isn't that nice," Gilbert muttered, rolling his eyes before grabbing a map at the bottom of the lunch box, a plastic compass and a few cassette tapes on top of it. "Look, it's the map!" He unfolded the huge piece of paper, running his eyes over the notes and trail that three of them had picked out years ago.

"Oh!" Antonio said, leaning over to look at it. "The lost treasure of Pirate Palgrave Firecrotch!"

"Who decides that their pirate name is going to Firecrotch?" Francis asked, also looking over the map.

"Obviously someone awesome."

""But not as awesome as you, right, Gil?"

"Of course."

The three sat in silence for a long while, just looking at the map, before Gilbert suddenly grabbed the map, folding it up and sticking it in his jacket pocket. He grabbed his postcard and snatched Antonio's pen and Francis' condom from their hands before throwing all three in with the compass and tapes and snapping the lunchbox close.

"We can't get this stuff back, guys," he said, locking the box once more.

"What?" Francis asked, Antonio looking dejectedly sad as his favorite pen was taken away from once more. "Why?"

"Don't you remember the oath we took?" Gilbert asked. "About how we wouldn't get back our own treasures until we found the big one?"

"Gil, that was when we were ten," Francis pointed out. "We're thirty now…"

"So? An oath's an oath."

"Wasn't it a blood oath?" Antonio asked thoughtfully.

Gilbert pointed a finger at him. "You're right! So now we have to find the treasure!"

The other two looked at each other, Antonio shrugging before grabbing the map out of Gilbert's pocket and opening it once more. "I'm game," he said, using a finger to trace the path they had outlined in red crayons as kids.

"Oh, we could even re-do the oath!"

"What?"

Francis' exclamation went unheard as the German man produced a pocketknife, flicking the blade out. He tossed it from hand to hand.

"I wonder what happened to that paper with the oath on it?" Gilbert thought aloud.

"It's probably somewhere around here in another box," Antonio replied.

"Dude, we could totally get a canoe for this trip!"

"Guys…" Francis said, trying to get his friends' attention.

"Oh, good idea! And we can take the whole week! I know this little-"

"Guys!"

The two looked up at Francis, who had stood up. He sighed. "Guys, we can't just go on this trip all of a sudden."

Gilbert looked confused. "Why not?"

"Because I have work!" Francis cried, running a hand through his muddy hair. He scowled. "I can't just suddenly not show up to work for a week. My clients will be asking for me."

"I'm sure that people can get on with life without a couple's therapy session for a few days," Gilbert dismissed, knife stopping in one hand.

"No, I can't!"

The three friends looked at each other, before Antonio spoke. "Francis, we haven't seen each other in years… This could be the last time we see each other until the next high school reunion…"

"Ja," Gilbert agreed, a frown on his face. "And by then we'll be old men… So this is the last chance we have to do something incredibly stupid together…"

Looking at his friends, Francis knew there was no way he was getting out of it. He sighed and flopped back down to his beanbag chair. "Fine…"

Gilbert let out a whoop. "Alright! Now, who wants to go first to do the oath?"

Francis glared. "I already agreed to go on this stupid trip. I am not going to prick my fingers. I didn't do it then, and I won't do it now."

"How come you didn't do it then?" Antonio asked.

"Because a proper man's hands should not be filled with scabs and blemishes. It isn't sightly."

Gilbert and Antonio looked at him, Gilbert tapping a finger against his lips. The two looked at each other out of the corner of theirs eyes before they sprang forward. Francis let out a girly scream, rolling to try to avoid them.

A small scuffle ensued after that, of which Francis was not the victor. Gilbert smirked triumphantly at him from where he had ended up on the floor.

"Was that really necessary?" the blonde asked, sucking on his bleeding finger.

"Don't be a wimp."

"You could have cut my finger off!"

"It's a tiny pinprick! You'll live."

Antonio chuckled, grabbing some beer and tossing one to each of his friends. Gilbert looked a little too happy when he snapped open the top. He held his beer out to the other two.

"To being awesome!" he cried, grin huge.

"To friendship!" Antonio agreed, thrusting his own bottle out.

They looked expectantly at the third member of their party, who rolled his eyes and clinked his own beer against the other two. "To the Bad Touch Trio," he muttered, though there was a grin on his face.

Gilbert cackled and the three took a long drink.

"Now let's get drunk!"

And so it begins!

Like I've said before, I'm so excited for this! It's my main priority right now, just 'cause I can't get it out my head. Chapters will come whenever I finish them. Considering that I finished this one in a day, it could very well be that the next one will be this week.

As long as I stay motivated for this, I should finish it! (That, and my friend will kill me if I don't...)

The first few chapter will probably be boring considering it's just setting up the story and introducing characters. But I figure that around, oh, chapter three, things will get interesting. So hang on until then!

Reviews are always appreciated! Flames are used to make the weather go back to being warm...