I actually posted this on tumblr two months ago. Because I love the Bad Touch Trio, here you go.

Warning: Gilbert and Francis may or may not be douchebags here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Antonio took a long drag from his cigarette.

He and his buddies, Francis and Gilbert, were cutting class as usual and are currently hanging on the school rooftop. His calloused hand ran through his messy chocolate locks as his viridian gaze scanned the school grounds.

Ah! There she is.

Isn't she just a sight to see? Her dark blonde tresses bobbed as she expertly manoeuvred the soccer ball around the field. Her face flushed from exhaustion yet her eyes twinkled with determination. And with a swift kick, scored a goal that brought victory to her team. That's my little chica.

"The name Belle suits her, non?"

"Fuck off, amigo. She's mine." He gave Francis a glare that told him he was dead serious but the Frenchman just blew smoke right to his face.

"Make me."

Before Francis could blink, Antonio had pulled at the Frenchman's collar and dangled his head over the edge of the rooftop. The Spaniard's eyes promised bloody murder.

"Oy! Keep it down, losers! Some people are trying to watch porn here!"

Surprisingly, it was Francis who answered him. "For fuck's sake, Gilbert. Keep it in your fucking pants. At least wait until you get home." Not a bit deterred on how his life was literally dangling on the edge of the school roof top.

Gilbert stood up from his spot and placed his phone in his breast pocket, no longer in the mood for porn. He walked over to the edge of the rooftop where Antonio and Francis are currently inches away from killing each other. He reached down on Francis' pocket and fished out a pack and an elegant looking lighter, without making any indication of helping his blonde friend. The albino merely stared at the two with disinterest.

"Jesus Christ, Toni. Get your shit together. Do we have to take you to the loony bin again?"

Antonio merely gave him the finger before straightening up and held out a hand to Francis. The blond smirked and accepted his friend's hand. When he got to his feet, he pulled Antonio into a headlock and gave him a good noogie.

"Love makes us do crazy things, huh?" The blond teased. Antonio chuckled.

"I'm sorry alright?"

"You almost killed me, you fils-de-pute!"

"Hey, man. I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, dummkopf!"

"Stop murdering my language, Frenchie. Look at that, lover boy. Little princess Cinderella's waving at you."

Antonio turned at a neck-breaking spead and Dios mio, the bonehead albino was right. There was Belle Peeters, waving at him in the middle of the football field. She cupped her hands around her mouth and took a deep breath.

"ANTONIO!"

The whole student body must've heard her and now the students were torn from choosing who to stare at. Their beautiful student council president slash star football player who was waving frantically at the school delinquent or to the delinquent but undeniably hot Antonio Fernandez Carriedo himself who was starting to resemble his favourite fruit.

It was as if that was not enough, Belle winked at him and blew him a kiss. Antonio's cigarette fell as his mouth gaped open from the shock. Behind him, his two buddies high-fived and laughed obnoxiously. Gilbert dry humped Francis while groaning, "Oh yeah, Belle!" and the Frenchman squealed in a ridiculously high-pitched voice that was supposed to be Belle's. Some friends they are.

Belle smiled that sweet smile of hers while making a phone sign with her fingers and mouthed 'Call me!'

Oh, he definitely will.

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