The Bad Touch Trio sat on the roof of the collage that Alfred, Matthew and Lovino attended. It was just another day in paradise. Gilbert wore a t-shirt that was somewhere between blue and purple, the only thing the albino would accept it being called was 'Prussian Blue', with a deep red bandana tied around his neck and jeans tucked into his black combat boots. Gilbird was sitting on his lap. Francis wore a light blue shirt that made his eyes stand out, a black light weight jacket over it and jeans with dress shoes. Antonio wore a white long sleeved shirt with a red ribbon tied into a thin bow, the shirt was tucked into a red sash tied around his waist, and he had brown pants on and boots.
Antonio's skilled fingers aimlessly plucked at the strings of the guitar that he had brought with him. It was one of Lovino's but the Italian almost never touched it so one day Antonio had picked up the poor neglected thing and played song after song until Lovino caught him. His big hazel eyes were filled with awe but as soon as Antonio had noticed him and glanced over, Lovino had loudly proclaimed that the Spaniard could have the guitar because he didn't want something that Antonio had laid his filthy hands on.
The outburst hadn't bothered the angel because, in a backward way, the instrument had been a gift from Lovino, something he was going to cherish. Antonio had his eyes trained on one of the doors of the building across the huge lawn, it was the lecture hall that Lovino was currently in, no doubt bored out of his mind.
Gilbert sighed loudly and flopped down onto his back, his hands linked together behind his head.
"Oh, mon ami, you're going to wrinkle your shirt doing that," Francis said.
"So?" Gilbert asked. Francis raised an eyebrow as if to say 'You're joking right?' before sighing heavily and dropped the conversation, obviously deeming it not worthy of pursuing. Antonio turned his attention from the door to his friends. Gilbert lightly kicked Francis' foot to get his attention.
"You know, Franny, I find myself in a bewilderment right now," Gilbert said.
"Is that right?" Francis asked. "Why is that?"
"Because," A teasing glint suddenly appeared in Gilbert's ruby eyes. "You're here vith us instead of pinning a certain man you're smitten vith to a vall,"
"I am not smitten, it is much more than that, I am in l'amour with 'im," Francis defended. Antonio was looking between the two as if watching a tennis match. He switched from playing gentle notes to something that you would expect to hear in a fight scene worthy of a movie.
"Face it, you're a sucker for men vith blue eyes," Gilbert scoffed.
"Aha! 'is eyes are green!" Francis shouted smugly.
"Aha! You just proved my point!" Gilbert shot back. Antonio stopped playing and doubled over laughing. Francis' eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open slightly. Antonio couldn't stop laughing, he gently put the guitar aside and buried his face into his hands to help stifle it but even that didn't help.
"Tais-toi!" Francis shouted at him.
"Lo siento but I can't," Antonio snickered; his shoulders shook with the force of his giggles.
"Uh-oh, Toni, who is that fräulein talking to your Italian over there?" Gilbert asked.
"Don't play with me like that, Gil," Antonio said through his slowly dying laughter.
"…I'm not," Antonio's head snapped up and his laughter immediately stopped. Gilbert had sat up and was leaning forward with his chin in his hand; Francis was looking in the same direction the albino was. Antonio followed his friends' gaze.
Lovino and a girl, who was slightly shorter then he was, with blonde hair a little ways past her chin and a red headband, stood under one of the trees talking to each other and laughing.
Laughing!
Antonio's fists clenched as an unfamiliar and, not entirely, unwelcomed feeling twisted his guts into a tight knot. His beautiful deep brown wings quivered and his eyes narrowed as a frown etched itself onto his face. Gilbert and Francis glanced over nearly at the same time as a deep growl emanated from the Spaniard. The two angels had seen Antonio at his worst and at his best but neither had seen him act like this. His emerald eyes were cold and he was taking harsh breathes through his nose.
Francis reached over Gilbert and placed his hand on Antonio's shoulder.
"Looks like Lovino is finally ready for l'amour," Francis purred. Antonio glared at him, barely turning his head to do so. Francis raised an eyebrow."…Shouldn't you be 'appy for 'im?" Francis asked, suddenly serious as he watched Antonio's face.
Of course I want him to be happy! Antonio thought to himself.I just…I don't know! He shook his head almost violently and looked back at Lovino and the girl. He couldn't believe it, Lovino was smiling and laughing for her but no matter how hard Antonio had tried all he ever got was a dirty look and an insult thrown his way.
It was maddening! The feeling in his gut only intensified until he thought it would make him vomit. What was this feeling anyway? Anxiety? No, he had felt that before, he knew what that felt like. Antonio didn't want Lovino to smile for anyone but him, to laugh for anyone but him. Jealousy, yes that was the feeling, he was sure of it.
Lovino leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the girl's cheek. Antonio felt like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest, why though he didn't know, but it was too painful for him to endure. He unfurled his wings and took to the sky so fast a few of his feathers came loose and were left behind. Francis and Gilbert shared a look before Gilbert slowly stood up and stretched.
"Well I have a Canadian to molest," he stated before giving the back of Francis' head a fare well whack with his white and black wing. The albino flew away, presumably in search for Matthew.