A/N: this is not a oneshot. I will add more chapters because I do have a good idea for this.
I don't own Hetalia
You walked into your apartment. Your empty apartment. Typical Friday night; coming home alone while your roommate goes out drinking. Typical Francis, being the man-whore he is. You sighed, and walked into the kitchen to make a quick dinner and eat by yourself. Just as you took the plate of leftover pasta (courtesy of Feliciano, one of your good friends) out of the microwave, you heard a loud bump from upstairs. This usually means two things: one, there is an intruder in your house. Or two, Francis is home, banging one of the whores he took home.
Deciding it was most likely the second option, you stayed downstairs, hoping they would just quiet down. After ten minutes, they were still at it. So, you decided it was time to do something.
I have to get out of here. The awkwardness of being home while your roommate is screwing some random slut is unbearable. You thought. So, you dumped the rest of your meal and went to put on your coat. You were about to open up the door when a frantic-looking Francis ran down the stairs.
"_! Oh I'm so glad you're here! Have you, by any chance, seen my special shampoo?"
His face looked strained and worried.
"Um… no, Francis. I haven't. But why do you care again?"
"Because, I am meeting my friends, Antonio and Gilbert tonight at the bar. And what better place than the bar to pick up someone new?" He finished, with a playful yet flirty smirk. "And besides, my hair looks the best with that special kind."
"Wait, before you say anything else… while you were upstairs what was that 'banging'?"
"Oh, well to be honest, I was kind of tearing the whole upstairs apart looking for it…" He said with a sheepish look on his face.
"What am I going to do with you, Francis…?" You couldn't even remember why you decided to share an apartment with him in the first place.
"Hey, _, how come you're putting on your coat?" You just realized it was still on.
"Well, it's sort of a long story… but never mind." You started taking off your coat when Francis stopped you.
"_, come with me! You never got to meet Antonio or Gilbert yet! Please?"
Well, I haven't been out in a while… why not? "Alright, I'll come with you."
You both get in the car, Francis in the driver seat and you in shotgun. You turn on the CD player and one of your CDs plays. You sing along to the words and by the time you get there you've only played three songs. The bar doesn't look that bad from the outside. You and Francis step out of the car and walk up to the door. Surprisingly, there is no one at the door checking IDs. You both walk in and follow Francis as he walks up to two young men sitting at the bar. One of them has silver hair and red eyes. The other has brown hair and emerald eyes.
"Gilbert, Antonio, this is _. We share an apartment together." Francis introduced you.
The albino spoke up. "Oh, you're the one who shares an apartment with Frenchie? I feel bad for you." He jokingly puts a hand on your shoulder. The other one slapped his hand away.
"Sorry about Gilbert." He held out a hand to shake. "I'm Antonio!"
You shake his hand and sit down at the stool next to Gilbert's. He buys you a bottle of beer, and after a couple more you can barely stand up. The speakers playing music start blasting a song by your favorite band, Panic! at the Disco.
"I love this song!" You slur, almost falling off the bar stool. Gilbert helps you get up off the stool.
"Shall we dance?" He asks, and before you can respond he brings you up to the dance floor. Or, before Francis can stop you.
You two dance until the song is over. Well, more like you try to dance and Gilbert holding you up. Francis notices you and Gilbert's absence and immediately got up. He knew he was going to drive home and so did Antonio so the two did not have any drinks. Well, maybe just one. He looked around and spotted Gilbert holding you as you leaned against his chest, near passing out.
"Gilbert, I think it's time _ and I got home." Francis said. He was only worried for your safety and didn't want Gilbert taking advantage of you.
"Alright, I've had my fun." Gil walked up to Antonio who had decided they should get going as well.
Francis helped you walk to his car and buckled you up. That girl certainly can't hold her alcohol. Francis thought. The ride home was silent, other than your frequent burps or hiccups.
By the time the car pulled into the apartment parking spaces, Francis had to carry you into the building, because during the car ride you passed out unconscious. As he carried you in he got some looks from a couple people who you've never seen before, but most of the people knew him and laughed a little at the sight.
When he opened the door to the apartment he put you on the couch and went upstairs to sleep.
The next morning you had a splitting headache. You realized your phone was buzzing in your pocket. You opened it and it read: Give me a call sometime and we can hang out! Ur pretty cool. –Gil
A/N: first off, I don't own Panic! at the Disco.
Thank you to all that read, and if you could leave a review I'd love to hear what you think! I will add more chapters; once again this is not a oneshot I have a whole plan for this story. Just taking a break from Just Another School Year, Right?. Anyone who hasn't read that, check it out. You might like it.
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