DISCLAIMER: I, Sadly, own nothing!

Hello, peoples of the world! I got bored while writing my first fic, "Freedom is always bitter-sweet" (it's about the Texas Revolution, and American/Mexican war...), and couldn't stand all the drama (I'm a semi-fluffy person at heart), so, I decided, what's more innocent and fluffy than Fluff itself?

Realizing that I can't write that after writing about murder and warfare, I Settled for some Fruk.

Warnings: for one, "mature content" (England's swearing, France... being France, and whatever else comes up. Also, bad touch trio. What did you expect?).

They are just normal people in this, so Human names used. (Sorry, I've kind of grown to like them. Plus, it's awkward without them.)

Notes: Arthur is gender-bended (now Elizabeth). And so is Romano. Because, let's all just face it: Lovina is totally badass.

Italics= thoughts

Well, enjoy! Hopefully this doesn't completely suck. Review, even if it does! Constructive criticism is good!


The room was full of people, all dancing and flirting in a large crowd. Most of them held beers or brightly colored obviously alcoholic drinks. Almost everything was green because it was St. Patrick 's Day. It was an amazing party, to say the least. The perfect habitat for a womanizer, where girls you could take advantage of were seemingly like rabbits...

Francis quickly scanned the room, looking for his next target. He spotted a tall brunette with green cat ears, standing off in a corner.

Me-ow. A predatory grin flickered across his face. This ought to be fun...

He slipped inconspicuously through the crowd, like a shadow. He was like a wolf, stalking a deer to prepare for an ambush. In a couple of minutes, he had managed to reach his prey.

"Bonjour, little , what is such a lovely girl like you doing standing here all alone? You could use a little company, no?"

"Actually, I think she has plenty, seeing as she's only waiting here for me to get us drinks." An angry, rough voice said behind him. Francis froze when he recognized the voice. Shit! I managed to piss off Sadiq!

Trying to be as calm as possible, the French man turned around. "Oh, bonjour Sadiq. I'm sorry, is she already taken? You must excuse me, if I knew she was with you, I would never have tried." At this, Hera tried to protest that she was not dating the Turk, but Francis just ignored her. "So, if you'll excuse me I'll just be going..."

"Sorry pretty boy, but you won't get out of this one that easy. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Some punishment seems to be in order..."

Suddenly, a voice in the crowd started yelling at them. "Hey Francis, get over here! Participate a little bit! You have GOT to see this!" Thank god!

Flashing his most brilliant smile at the couple, Francis pulled himself out of the larger man's grasp. "Sorry, but I'm really afraid I must be going now. I don't want to disappoint anyone!"

In a blink, he was gone, already lost in the crowd.

The Prussian jumped when Francis seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Looking back at Hera and Sadiq arguing, he said "Gilbert, you have amazing timing. A gift, really."

"It's nothing. I just figured I should get you before The Awesome Me had to get in there and personally kick that bastards ass." The albino boasted, watching as the Greek and the Turk now started kissing. He turned back to Francis. "But seriously, you missed it. West got REALLY drunk and started arguing with Elizabeta, and then she hit him with her frying pan. It was SO Awesome..." Gilbert smiled as he remembered the Hungarian yelling at his brother.

Francis sighed. Gilbert was obviously wasted. "Hey, have you seen Antonio anywhere?"

"I think he went off with Lovina...

Hey, I'm gonna go try to find Mattie now, okay? He gets kind of bitchy when I lose him in a crowd..."

"He's right behind you, Gilbert."

The albino blushed as he looked "O-oh, Hey Birdie. I didn't see you there…

Hey, do you want to go back to my place? I got some more maple syrup…"

Gilbert dragged the Canadian through the crowd.

The French boy was seriously disappointed now. For once, it seems I'm the only one out of luck tonight...

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pinch on his neck.

He turned around to find a short blonde in a white dress, with green bunny ears. A very sexy white dress. Her golden blonde hair, besides the long foil rabbit ears, was slightly messy, but cute. She smelled distinctly like scotch.

She giggled. "You're not wearing green, so I get to pinch you! Lucky me! ~"

Francis smiled. Here was a highly adorable, highly drunk girl who seemed to like him.

"Well then, Mon petite lapin, maybe you can help me go back to my house and change into something more appropriate?" not one of my better lines, but it doesn't really matter by now; she's really drunk!

She giggled more. "It would be my pleasure ~,

Mister...

Er..."

"Francis. Francis Bonnefroy." He kissed her hand.

Slightly blushing, she quickly replied. "Oh, well, my names Elizabeth. Pleasure to meet you~."

She took his hand, and they left.


I feel like it's that part in the horror movie where you yell at the people not to go to the basement or they'll die, except I'm yelling:

Don't do it Elizabeth! He's a pervert! For god sakes he's in the Bad Touch Trio! Even if you are drunk, you should know better!

All will be resolved though! Review to see what happens.

Also, sorry for drunk England acting all weird. She had to make some sense, and so, I made her a happy drunk.

A very happy drunk...

Sorry if my writing is terrible!

Hugs for everyone! Thank you for reading! Review!