"Anton," said Gilbert, poking the sleeping Spaniard. "Hey Anton, wake up and get off your lazy ass! I wanna do something awesome with you!" Antonio waved his hand dismissively.

"… After the siesta, Gil…" he mumbled, turning away from Gilbert.

"… You're asking for it, Anton," said Gil, smirking slightly. He turned, and sat on Antonio's chest. Shocked and out of breath, Antonio eyes flew open, and he flailed.

"GET OFF, GIL!" screamed Antonio, hitting the albino's side. "I CAN'T BREATH!"

"Only if you promise to do something awesome with me!" said Gil, amusement obvious in his eyes.

"Fine, fine, fine! Just please get off me!" Gilbert hopped off his best friend. Anton sat up; fully awake and smiling like an idiot. "So, what do you have in mind, Gil~?"

"I'm bored. And I wanna mess with the British pansy. He's been hanging out with Francis more than we have, and that's just not awesome!"

"I thought they were hanging out with each other because they were dating~"

"Yeah, but Francis makes no time for us anymore! It's so wrong! Everyone can make time for my awesomeness!" Antonio chuckled.

"They sure can, Gil~ What are you going to do to poor Arthur~?" Gilbert snickered.

"Do you have any of that super hot salsa, Anton?"

"Huh~? Why~?"

"Francis, being the total romantic he is, is expected to give his boyfriend a present for the Jap holiday, White Day. But we're going to give the present for him…"

"… I don't get it~"

"… Just get the salsa, you idiot."

Later…

"GILBERT. ANTONIO. COME HERE. NOW," screeched a very pissed off Francis. Antonio came over, smiling obliviously, while Gilbert followed, smirking… awesomely.

"Si, Francis~?" asked Antonio.

"You called?" said Gilbert amusedly. Francis' face was red with fury.

"I know it was the two of you who gave Arthur that so called present for White Day…" he growled.

"It had hot salsa~" said Antonio, earning a bit to the back of his head from Gilbert. "Ow! What~? Did I say something wrong~?"

"He thinks I'm the one who sent that to him! Apologize to Arthur!" snapped Francis. Gilbert snickered.

"Oi, it's not my problem if you and your lover are fighting! And what if we don't?"

"Then I'll call Hungary."

"… You wouldn't." Francis smiled.

"Oui. I would."

"Come on, Gil~ I'm starting to feel bad about this~ We shouldn't mess with the romantic holidays~"

"Well I don't feel bad about this! Kesesese-OW! OH GOD HUNGARY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"