"Okay, okay so you think you're hot stuff, huh Francey?" the German accented voice spoke out, and the speaker leaned back in his stool, up against the bar and glancing over at his blonde friend.

The Frenchman smirked at that, nodding his head. "Ah, oui. I do indeed. Though I must say, mon ami, that accusations of arrogance coming from yourself of all people seem just a tad... ahhh hypocritical, to say the least!" he chuckled.

"Amigos, por favor! No arguing! We're all just here to drink, meet the pretty chicas, and have a good time, si?" the Spaniard piped in, keeping things cheerful as always.

"We're not arguing, Toni. I'm just setting things up for a little challenge." the German replied, smirking.

The interest of his two friends was naturally piqued at that, it seemed. "A challenge, Gilbert?" Francis inquired, quirking a fine blonde brow.

"Ja, a challenge. I've been thinking it up since you said you could charm a woman easier than either of us." he explained, and the last part was said with very apparent skepticism.

Antonio pouted at that. "Ah, I remember that! I don't think that's true, Francis! Gilbert and I are charming too! Well I'm more charming than Gilbert, but still~!" he smiled.

At that, the German snorted. "You both think you'd have a better time at picking up a chick just because you speak those silly romance languages? Well German can be sexy too. I'll prove that I'm just as charming, if not more so, than either of ya!" he insisted, grinning confidently.

"Oh? And how is it that you intend on proving that, I wonder? Please, Gilbert, we're all ears!" Francis replied, resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the bar counter.

"All ears? It d be hard to win over any beautiful chicas if we were made out of ears!" the Spaniard exclaimed, earning unimpressed looks from both of his friends.

"I'm thinking of a little contest. See who can win over a certain chick first." Gilbert grinned.

"A certain woman? And who might that be?" Francis asked curiously.

Gilbert gestured rather discreetly to the girl at the other end of the bar. That was where you were, sitting by yourself and sipping at a cocktail. In Gilbert's opinion, you were just begging to be approached. "Ahhh! Ella es boniiitttaaa!" Antonio exclaimed, and the Frenchman clasped a hand over the Spaniard s mouth.

"Not so obnoxious, mon ami! She'll hear you!" and he turned to Gilbert, "An excellent target, Gil. So what do we do? Simply make our way over one by one and attempt to pick her up?"

Gilbert nodded. "We ll see who gets to take her home tonight, and whoever that ends up being is the winner. Simple enough, ja?"

"Si! I can't wait to win and bring home the pretty lady for some hot Spanish loving~!"

"Ohoho, let's not get ahead of ourselves, my dear Antonio. She could just as easily go for some passionate French loving."

"Or some kinky, sexy Gilbert style fun~!"

"I'm sure you've the least chance of all of us, mon ami." Francis smirked, "Germans aren't quite so well known for their skills in bed, after all~!"

"Oh piss off. I'm fuckin' awesome in the sack; case closed." Gilbert retorted, "Now let s get over there, drop some lines, see who comes up on top."

And Antonio was one step ahead of them, already skipping off to where you sat, plopping down in the stool to your right. "Ah, buenas nochas~!" Antonio smiled his cheerful Antonio smile.

You couldn t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as the handsome Spaniard spoke to you. Goodness, he was gorgeous! Tan skin, bright green eyes, dark curly locks, a perfect smile, and that physique was just incredible! "Oh, h-hello!" you managed, smiling in return.

"What's you name? I'm Antonio~!"

"My name...? A-ah, it's (name)!"

"Can I buy you a glass of wine or something, (name)~?" Antonio asked excitedly.

Oh, how flattering this was! This gorgeous Spaniard comes over and introduces himself, and then offers to buy you a drink? You must have done something really good to have such luck! "S-sure! That d be..." You trailed off when there was suddenly a rose before your eyes, and you locked eyes with a terribly handsome blonde man.

"Bonjour, ma chere~" he all but purred as you accepted the rose with a great blush.

"Why... hello!" you managed.

Honestly, what were the chances of these two incredibly gorgeous men coming over to chat you up! What a night this was turning out to be already. "I couldn't help but notice this beautiful woman from across the room and well, up until just now, you were sitting alone which is astounding to me," The Frenchman slid in between yourself and the pouting Spaniard, gazing down at you with sparkling blue eyes, "I couldn t comprehend such beauty going unnoticed, after all~!"

Oh dear. We have ourselves a smooth talker. "Y-you flatter me," ah what was his name?

"Nonsense. I only speak the honest truth, mademoiselle," he smiled, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle to kiss to the back of it, "Francis Bonnefoy, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You felt your heart fluttering at the gesture. "I-I'm (name)... a-and it s a pleasure to meet you as well."

Antonio poked his head around one side of the Frenchman, pouting still. "Francis, you re blocking my view! I was talking to (name)!"

And suddenly, Francis was pulled aside, and in his place stood a very sexy man. He was tall and pale, with crimson eyes and silvery hair, and he had the sexiest smirk you d ever seen. He leaned against the counter, gazing down at you. "Hello there, sexy," he grinned, "Never seen you around here before."

Okay, perhaps you actually weren t awake right now, because this was just starting to get unreal. They were all absolutely gorgeous! "I-I ve only been here once before..." and if these guys came here often, you may just start living in this bar.

"Hm, that'd explain it. I'm Gilbert, so you know what to scream later, and you are...?"

Did he just imply that you two were going to...? But he said it with such sexy confidence that you found it hard to take offence to the playful assumption. "I-I'm (name)." You replied, introducing yourself for the third time that night.

"Now Gilbert, don t assume that (name) will go home with you. After all, she might be engaged elsewhere..." and you blushed to feel a hand cupping your cheek as Gilbert was shoved aside and replaced by Francis again, "My bedroom is quite lovely this time of night~! Care for a tour~?"

You went crimson at that.

And then Antonio was on his feet, pushing Francis to the side as he stood in front of you now and smiled down at you. "Ah, but maybe (name) would rather come back to my place for a glass of wine and some Spanish passion~!"

"Ah, I have a whole wine cellar, might I add?" Francis chipped in.

Gilbert worked his way back in, shoving the other two out of his way and grinning down at you. "Fuck the wine. I've got plenty of toys, if ya wanna have a little play-date~!"

Oh dear. This was going to be a tough decision