The 25 Days of a Bad Touched Christmas

by AllenAdjacent

This is the first year the Bad Touch Trio have others to celebrate Christmas with besides themselves. They have their boyfriends; Arthur, Lovino and Matthew, the Badly Treated trio. Watch the two trios as they exchange stupid gifts, have Canadian snowball fights, steal mistletoe and decorate trees in an... odd fashion! (FrUk, SpaMano, PruCan)

1. Day 1

Chapter 1: Day 1
The Mistletoe War

A/N: Herro everybody! I'm back with my 25 days of Christmas Hetalia version fic! I've been so hyped to do this since my first fanfiction, and finally it's time! This will be uploaded daily in December until the 25th. For some reason, they're going to have all December off for break. Lucky. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Established FrUk, SpaMano, and PruCan.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, all my favourite shippings would be real. But they're not. So therefore, I don't own Hetalia.

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It's a Bad Touch Trio tradition the spend Christmas, along with the 24 days beforehand, together.

Much has changed since last Christmas. For one, they all have new childhood-friends-turned-boyfriends.

Gilbert had his 'awesome Birdie', the quiet Canadian, Matthew. Antonio had his 'little Tomate', the hot-headed Italian, Lovino. Francis had his 'petit Angleterre', the grumpy Brit, Arthur.

Said boyfriends where all frustrated by this particular Bad Touch Tradition. They lost time with their significant others around their biggest break, Christmas. So, they all begrudgingly join in on this tradition, due to their minds being set to, 'It can't be that bad, right?'.

They seemed to have forgotten that this was the Bad Touch Trio they were talking about.

Boy, were they in for a surprise.

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Gilbert, Francis and their respective others arrived at Antonio's house at exactly 6:00am sharp. The albino excitedly ran to the doorstep, dragging Matthew through the snow, and rang the bell. They waited for it to sound throughout the house impatiently. The cheery Spaniard finally arrived at the door and flashed a grin, bursting with excitement. "You sure are excited, bastard...", Lovino mumbled from the top of the staircase. Antonio nodded enthusiastically and made quick work of the lock and yanked the door open. "Hola mi amigos!", the Spaniard greeted, flailing his arm too fast to even recognize as a wave. "Come in!" The party of four scurried into the house, eager to get out of the cold -all except Matthew of course-.

Matthew and Arthur stepped out of the Bad Touch Trio's way to flee over to the one person missing from their trio (the Badly Treated Trio), Lovino (he's been there since 5:00am, much to his disliking), who was sitting on the staircase, scowl in place. "Hello Lovino.", Matthew said in his usual whisper-like voice. The Italian shifted his gaze two the two standing before him. "Hey.", He replied simply, confusing the other two. They shrugged it off though as they heard Gilbert's loud voice yelling, "Let day one, BEGIN!". They quickly snapped their heads towards the source and began listening as Francis started talking.

"Today is day one of the 2014 Bad Touch Trio get together. This year, we'll start of by going out and buying EVERYTHING we need! Mistletoe, -The Badly Treated Trio groaned softly-, drinks, movies; Everything we can think of! Now grab your coats, we're going shopping~". Everyone quickly put their coats on and was out the door in seconds except for Lovino. As soon as Antonio was about to go out the door, he looked over at his boyfriend of nine months and shot him a curios look. "Lovi~ Hurry up, everyone's waiting!", He encouraged, watching the brunet get his coat on slowly. "Fuck, I hate the cold..." He muttered, wrapping himself in everything warm looking he could find. "Don't worry Lovi, I'll protect you from the cold!", Antonio cheered, a sunny smile in place. The Italian blushed slightly. Looking down, he walks over to his partner. The Spaniard slung his arm around his lover's shoulder as he closed the door and began trudging through the snow. "I-I hate t-th-the cold...", Lovino mumbled weakly, legs already beginning to stiffen. Damn thyroid and not fucking working properly... He thought. He did in fact have a thyroid problem which basically made his body heat plummet in the cold. At this moment, he supposed he was happy that Antonio was a human heater and he was wrapped around the Italian like a blanket. It didn't take long to get to the car. When they got into the warmly heated car, Lovino immediately pushed his boyfriend off and looked the other way, pouting. Antonio chuckles. Arthur was the one to break the awkward silence, saying, "Well, are we going to go or what?". "Kesesese~ Of course!" Prussia replied, backing the car out of the driveway roughly.

The Bad Touch Trio quickly began a loud conversation, leaving the Badly Treated Trio in their own little bubble.

"When we get there... We lead them away from the mistletoe... deal?"

"Capisci."

"Definitely. We aren't letting those bloody wankers win this year."

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As soon as they entered the shop, the atmosphere seemed to tense. Everyone who's ever been there around any previous December for years knows what was happening.

A war.

Over mistletoe.

It was the Bad Touch Trio that reacted first. They started sprinting towards the Christmas decorations, people making a path for them, some even cheering. The Badly Treated Trio came running after, Lovino up front. No one could outrun the Italian, with the exception of his younger twin, who was about the same speed. It was only a matter of time before he caught up, and the older trio knew it. It took about 6.2 seconds for him to catch up, Matthew and Arthur about a meter behind. Francis, who was unfortunately going the slowest out of the Bad Touch trio, was the first to get stopped by the enraged Italian. He was seemingly hit in the back with something -a head?- and tripped, the two others from the opposite trio almost trampling him in the process. "Hurry Antonio, Gilbert..." He whispered, knowing better than to think he was even still in the game.

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Mere minutes later, in the corner of the store closest to the holiday decorations, three people could be made out whispering in the shadows.

"Rememer the plan?" An airy voice questioned.

'Of course we do. We just went over it early this morning over text." A British voice answered.

"Shut up! I think those bastards coming!" Whispered a thick Italian accented speaker.

Said bastards were coming, expecting that they lost the Badly Treated Trio on the way there. "Hell yes! We got to the mistletoe this year. We so won!", shouted a distinctly German voice, followed by that laugh -odd hissing thing- Gilbert does. "Si! We did! But we lost Francis...", replied Antonio, a small smile gracing his features. "Yeah... He will not be forgotten."

The people were not kidding. They truly acted as if it were a real war.

The two Europeans quickly grabbed all the mistletoe they could. Meanwhile, Matthew was making his way across the shop, unnoticed as usual. Lovino was waiting outside, crouched behind the entrance doors. Arthur was waiting in the car, staring intently at the doors.

Their plan was finally set in action once they paid for the ten pounds of mistletoe. Canada swiftly walked up to Gilbert, slipping his arm into his. "Ah! Birdie! You scared me!", the albino exclaimed, idly switching the mistletoe to his other hand. The Canadian gave him a look that says, 'You're really scared of me?', before saying, "I'm not going to take the mistletoe, Gil. Votre mignon".

Thank the Lord Francis was not listening and was too busy chatting with Antonio.

"Is that some sort of French 'I give up'?", Questioned Gilbert, a smirk in place. Matthew smiled a little. "Yes Gil, it is.", he answered, the four reaching the door. "Awesome!", Gilbert exclaimed aimlessly, chuckling a little. The Canadians smile formed into a smirk as they exited the door. Matthew quickly started to run towards the car, leaving Gilbert with a questioning face, things started to fall into place as he felt the bag of mistletoe he was carrying loosely swiped away by him. His brain was processing things too slow to notice that it was Lovino who had taken the bag away and ran with it. He automatically began chasing after him along with Antonio and Francis, hoping that they could somehow catch up to him.

They didn't.

As soon as Arthur saw the Italian making his way towards the car, Matthew close behind wit the Bad Touch trio following them, he slammed on the ignition and unlocked the doors. The two others from the Badly Treated trio scurried into the car and locked it. As soon as he saw that they were both in, the Brit stepped on the gas pedal and left the parking lot, gravel flying.

Of course, the other trio was too slow and they didn't make it to the car in time.

"Damn! I really thought we would win this year!", Gilbert yelled, kicking the rocks in the lot. "We still have a chance, mon ami...", Francis replied mysteriously, a small smirk on his face. Him and Gilbert exchanged a look, leaving Antonio to feel utterly confused. "Um... Is there something I missed?", he questioned, eyebrows raising a bit. "We're going to get the mistletoe back.", answered Francis.

"How?"

"Well..."

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A/N: OOOOOOOH CLIFF HANGER!

Thank you for reading this! Like I said, this will be uploaded daily, so look for the next chapter tomorrow, on December 2nd!

Also, one last thing, sorry for my atrociously horrible skills with quotation punctuation (If that makes any sense). I'm still kind of trying to remember where/when I put the commas after the quotation marks. All I have really worked with in writing is scripts, and scripts aren't written in full sentences (at least not the ones I've written), so I don't have too too much experience with quotation commas, as I call them. Sorry! Help me out with them if you would like! It would be greatly appreciated!

Translation(s):

Votre mignon- You're cute [French]