"You're beautiful."
"Do you really think I need you to tell me that?"
"No, but I'm more beautiful than you anyways…"
"Pour l'amour de Dieu, Gilbert! That's now how you romanticize!" Francis scolded the Prussian.
"Shut up Francis! Let me win Antonio over, and then I'll romanticize properly!" Gilbert elbowed the French.
As the French frog and Prussian douche fought, the Spaniard sighed. It had been three hours and the two still haven't stopped. They said that they "were fighting for his love." Antonio can't really stand his friends fighting over him. I mean, shouldn't they be fighting over girls or other guys? They're the Bad Touch Trio! They shouldn't be fighting. Sure, there were arguments here and there, but really! This was too much!
"Amigos! Stop! This is getting out of hand! I love you both equally so-"
"But mon amour, why don't you give me a bit more love, oui?"
"Nein! Give more to me! I love you more!"
"What!? Mon chér, don't listen him! I've loved you from the start! We've been together towards wars and everything! And when you defeated me with that bull of yours...I have to admit, I was a bit heartbroken, I thought we'll be together, without any conflict!" Francis cried passionately. "Plus, you're the country of passion and I'm of love, we are compatible! It was fate that we would be together someday!"
Antonio deadpanned and sighed, mentally preparing to hear Gilbert's "proclamation of love."
"Liebe! Listen here, I'll make a better lover than him! Francis is always flirting with everyone, he's not faithful! Listen here, I may be cocky, narcissistic, and sometimes I won't put down the toilet seat but I can show you a side of me that'll show how much I love you, please!" Gilbert pleaded.
Antonio sighed. "I apologize, I really do love both of you...but the only one I'll really love...is...Lovino.."
"WHAT!?" The Prussian and Frenchman yelled in unision. They thought that he loved one of them! With his sighing whenever he looked in the direction of one of them, his blooming cheeks when he would look in the direction of one of them, and his dreamy eyes when he was around them..
" Besides, I already proposed to Lovino."
"What?!"
"And he accepted."
"WHAT!? SPAIN!"
"Please tell me it's only for a union and not for love…" Francis muttered while running his hand in his soft, silky golden hair. (Francis payed me to describe his hair to be beautiful.)
"Yes please." Gilbert's crimson red eyes studied the usually oblivious Spaniard, who was uncharacteristically solemn.
"Oh, no, Lovi and I have been together for five years from now. I proposed just last month."
Francis started crying and Gilbert started swearing any swear he knew.
"Lo siento, maybe you'll find someone else" Antonio apologized.
The other two sighed and accepted his apology.
"So...when's the wedding?" Francis asked.
"Yeah! And who's gonna be the best man? It's obviously me!" Gilbert pushed back an imaginary lock of hair.
"Hate to break it to you, mon ami, but it's me." Francis said as he slyly elbowed Gilbert.
"Guys…" Antonio groaned.
"Alright, alright." Gilbert raised his hands in defeat.
"But seriously, when's the wedding?" Francis asked.
"Well, we're still planning it…" Spain rubbed the back of his neck.
"In the meantime, let's go celebrate at the bar!" Gilbert shouted and ran to the direction of the bar, leaving the vacant lot where the trio hung out.
"Wait for us!" Francis yelled, running to catch up to Gilbert.
As they ran to the bar, racing, what slipped their mind was the most important thing.. Or rather, person..
Antonio.
"Oh Dio, I didn't want to go anyways.."
The End.
Time for a story on how Francis and Arthur became lovers.
So sorry if they're OOC.
