I'd like to say a few things before I begin!

First, this is a collection of misadventures that the Bad Touch Trio have during their years of friendship. It ranges from childhood all the way to adulthood, so I will be providing the ages of the characters involved in each chapter at the beginning of it.

Since this fic does cover their lives, there will be shipping in it. The fic itself won't be based on romance, because that's not the main focus! I won't give away the pairings that the three will be involved in, at least not yet. There will be side pairings mentioned here and there through out chapters, though.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Gilbert – 4 years old

Francis – 6 years old

Antonio – 5 years old

Elizaveta – 4 years old

"Elizaveta is a girl name!"

"No it's not! I'm a boy!"

"What kind of boy has a name like that? Not an awesome one!"

"If I'm not a boy then why can I punch you so good, huh?"

A head of chin long, wavy, bright blonde hair slowly sat up from its position on the grass. The little blue eyed boy frowned at the commotion the younger kids a few feet away were causing.

"Antonio, do you know them? They're so loud!" He whined, turning his attention to a shaggy haired boy sitting contently next to him.

"No, Francis, but I think they're going to fight." Antonio commented, his voice rich with a Spanish accent. Francis grinned and stood up. He extended his hand towards his younger friend.

"Let's go watch it then! I have my bet on the weird looking guy!" The French child exclaimed happily as he hoisted his shorter friend to his feet.

"They're both kind of funny looking…" Antonio chuckled, his brown eyes full of life. Francis, who had grown bored of just talking, soon dashed as quickly as his six year old legs would carry him. He was a much faster runner than silly little Antonio, and he took pride in that. Soon, the blonde reached the play structures of the park. He stopped near the twisty slide and waited impatiently for his brown haired friend to catch up. Thankfully, it wasn't long before the boy in question was standing next to Francis, red faced and all

"O… Ok… Let's see who… Wins…" Antonio panted, and leaned against the slide. He was extremely out of breath, and his tummy ached for a tomato—his favorite food. He grinned happily as he imaged picking out a fresh, plump one from his Papa's yard and placing it up to his lips and—

"Antonio! They'll see you! Sit down!"

Francis' sharp voice pulled Antonio away from his thoughts. He caught sight of blue orbs glaring at him as the French boy crouched behind the slide. Antonio felt strangely embarrassed, and so he quickly shot himself down next to his friend.

"Merci…" He heard Francis mumble under his breath. Antonio didn't speak a world of French, but due to the irritation leaking from his voice, Antonio figured that his friend was mad. To avoid anymore commands or glares, the brunet fixed his bright gaze on the two boys arguing a few feet away. The one with the odd white hair was frowning, but his scary red eyes said another thing as the long haired brunet glared emerald daggers at him.

"Oh yeah, Gilbert? Let's fight right here then! I'm stronger than you are!" The long haired boy growled, steeping closer to the other boy, who the spying kids assumed was named Gilbert.

"No you're not! You're a gir—"

Before he could finish his rather rude remark, a tiny fist hit him right square in the belly. The pale boy groaned and fell to his knees, leaving the other boy standing tall and proud.

"What!?" Suddenly, Antonio was pulled away from the scene by Francis' cry. The brown haired boy turned his head to see that his friend was now standing up straight and glaring at the other two kids. Gilbert had regained himself and was standing up again, and his attacker was staring at Francis with a confused look painted on his thin face.

"Who are you?" He asked gruffly, his spring green gaze penetrating Francis. Antonio decided that now would be a good time to reveal himself, and so he awkwardly stood up. Red and green eyes immediately locked on him.

"What are you guys doing?" Gilbert asked as he stared the pair down with those spooky orbs.

"You were supposed to win, stupid!" Francis growled, walking around the slide and showing himself. He was obviously older than the two, at least if you judged by height. Antonio crept closer towards his blonde friend, but stayed silent.

"What are you talking about?" Gilbert asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, "If you're talking our fight, then it's not over yet because I haven't won!"

The attention of the brunet standing beside him was soon whisked away from the intruders and back on to Gilbert.

"No! I always win because you're not awesome!"

"Take that back! I'm more awesome than you are, Elizaveta!"

Francis and Antonio were immediately taken aback. Did he just say… Elizaveta?

"Isn't that a name for girls?" Antonio wondered aloud. Elizaveta flung her gaze away from Gilbert and stared her daggers at Antonio.

"No! It's a boy name! I bet you have a dumb girl name, like Gilbert does!" He screeched, pointing a skinny finger at Gilbert, who scoffed and frowned animatedly. Antonio smiled. He was enjoying this pair.

"No, I think Antonio is a good name. Not like Francis, that sounds like a girl name too." He laughed, nudging his blonde friend's side. The French boy glared at him and smacked him over the head, which resulted in a giggle from all three of the children.

"It's not! Francis is a better name than Antonio, Elizaveta, and Gilbert!" He decided.

"It's not as awesome as Gilbert because that's my name and I'm awesome!" Gilbert yelled.

"Hey, do you guys go to school?" Antonio asked, changing the subject. Elizaveta shook her head briskly.

"No, our first day of kindergarten is in two months." He explained, his frown being replaced by a shining smile.

"Really?" Francis commented, pressing his hand against his chest, "I'm going into second grade, and Antonio is going into first!"

The younger children looked up at Francis in awe.

"Will we see you at school?" Gilbert asked. Antonio gave him a reassuring smile.

"I think we will! We should be friends, that would be fun!"

Gilbert's crimson eyes shone brightly, while Elizaveta just nodded.

"Yeah! We will be awesome friends!" Gilbert exclaimed as he grinned from ear to ear. Elizaveta shook his head and frowned.

"You guys can be friends, but Gilbert is my best friend, so just remember that!" He hollered right before giving his fair haired friend a sharp slug to his arm. Francis gave him a laid back nod and a small wave before placing his hand out in front of him.

"Well, then since I am the oldest, I will make our friendship official!" He barked. Antonio placed his chubby hand on top of Francis', the smile never fading from his face. Gilbert soon followed suit as the excitement poured through his veins.

"Then, the three of us will be best friends," He shot a playful grin at Elizaveta, who growled at him in disbelief, "for now until ever!"

And there we have the beginning of The Bad Touch Trio~

I hope that this fic at least interests somebody, because I'm really excited to write it! I won't beg for reviews every chapter, but they do motivate me to update quicker and such.

Til next time, I hope it sparks your interest!

Translation Notes:

Merci - French: "Thank you"