I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I don't know why but I got really busy. I had company over for a few days and I have to read this SUPER lame book for my AP English class and it's all a disaster. I hope this chapter will make up for it, but you all are so loving… I know you'll forgive me eventually.

Alfred and Arthur are soo fluffy is kinda gross…

I'm gonna start writing Gilbert and Ludwig's accents now. It'll be rad.

PS I'm totally using your ideas! If you have any more or if you suddenly come up with an idea that would be awesome to read about tell me and I'll probably use it! I'm unoriginal and can't think of anything.


"H-hello, Alfred." It came out more of a question than a greeting.

Without a word, Alfred promptly slammed the door shut and stormed back into his living room. "Who was that?" Arthur asked, looking up from his book. "And why did you slam the door in their face?"

Alfred flopped down on the couch beside Arthur. "Just Matthew." He said, folding his arms over his chest and pouting. "I don't want to talk to him. He was a total jerk when he moved away."

Faster than Alfred has ever seen Arthur move, the Englishman was at the door and pulling it open, "Dear God, are you alright?" He asked.

Matthew smiled back at Arthur, he wasn't standing so close to the door that it actually hit him, but it looked like he was in pain, none the less. "I was kind of expecting that from Alfred." He said quietly, "I won't intrude, then." This was not the kind of person that was a 'total jerk.'

Arthur caught Matthew's arm, "No, no, that is not right. Please come in. I'll talk some sense into him."

"A-are you sure?" Matthew seemed quite shy, lonely, not like he would do too well in the city. Arthur pulled him inside.

"I'm Arthur by the way, a friend of Alfred's." He let go of Matthew's wrist and went back into the living room and lowered his voice so it was laced with venom, "I swear to god, Alfred, if you don't make nice with your brother you aren't getting to cop off any part of me for an undetermined amount of time. Do I make myself clear?" Alfred nodded.

"Why did you just leave like that, Mattie?" Alfred asked. They were all sitting at Alfred's kitchen table, drinking tea and waiting for the pizza Alfred' ordered. "Just run off with some random French guy you met on the internet!"

Matthew's face grew sympathetic, "I didn't just leave like that. I don't know why you think I met Francis," Alfred cringed at the name, "online. He was one of my only friends back when I lived in Canada." A light blush crept on his cheeks, "I had told you that I planned on moving to France after two years of school here, but you never listened…"

Alfred's eyes grew wide, "Wait what! When did you tell me that!"

"When I got back. When I moved in. When I started school. When I got plane tickets. When I was moving out. Every time you would laugh like I wasn't serious and leave the room…" His violet eyes grew sad. "So I really did it, like I planned. I went and studied culinary arts in France."

There was a long pause as Alfred debated whether to apologize or not. For almost a year he was thinking that Matthew had just took off without any warning… That was apology worthy. But then again, he had his pride to worry about. Arthur was sitting right there, if he apologized, it would make him seem like a pussy! But then again… it was his only brother…

"Mattie… I…. well, I'm sorry. That was really lame of me." Matthew's whole face lit up. Alfred blushed and averted his gaze.

Arthur leaned on his hands, resting his elbows in the table, his eyes locked on Alfred. For some reason he felt proud. Alfred had grown up for a second and forgot about himself. It was a huge step that he hadn't expected him to make for quite some time.

"Thank you, Alfred. I-I forgive you." Matthew, shocked by this reply, was still a little behind. His brother had apologized. He had never done that. Ever. It really did make him feel better.


"Francis! Mi amigo! You're really here!" Antonio embraced the Frenchmen, "Please, come in, come in, I'm sure Gilbert will be happy to see you!"

Upon mention of his name, Gilbert looked around the room. His eyes fell upon the Frenchman and he smiled, "'Bout time you showed up!" He said, happily, "You vant some beer?" He fished a bottle out of the cooler at his feet and held it up for him.

Francis scoffed, " Are you suggesting zat a man of my stature would drink something as lowly as a simple beer!" He pretended to be hurt, "You know I am far more sophisticated zan you give me credit for! I prefer fine wine." His narrowed his eyes and grabbed the bottle. Antonio and Francis joined Gilbert in front of the TV and began gabbing about nothing.

Lovino left the room unnoticed by the German and Frenchman, but Antonio's eyes followed him out the door.

Now that those three are together, I'll just get forgotten again. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled down the street, the breeze sweeping the litter around his feet. That damn bastard will never understand.

There was a quick buzz from his phone. He checked it, expecting the worst.

Amore are you alright? Should I come and get you?

-Antonio

Quickly, Lovino punched back

dont bother me u bastard

He could go without Antonio's stupid, persistent attempts at amore or whatever the hell it was he was pulling. His pocket buzzed again.

Did I do something to hurt your feelings?

-Antonio

u wer a bastard stop txting me

I think I will come and get you. Where are you, love?

-Antonio

like id tell u that

Lovino walked into the first building he saw that was open. It was some old fashioned diner with checkerboard floors and red vinyl seats. He sat down on one of the bar stools and rested his head in the palms of his hands. What a disaster. Why did Antonio have to care so much? Why would he bother texting him? Lovino obviously wanted to be left alone. He didn't want to deal with- bzzt

Lovi could you please tell me what I did?

-Antonio

Stop txting me

I love you.

-Antonio

Flushing, Lovino shoved his phone back in his pocket, determined not to reply to that damn bastard. He refused to give him that satisfaction. It wasn't fair! Why did he think that he had the right to go around saying those things? Love was special, meant for that, well, special person. Lovino wasn't Antonio's special person. And Antonio wasn't Lovino's special person! Antonio was blunt and stupid and far too cheerful and as of late, a bit evil…

"Can I get you anything?" That was a weird accent… Where was it from…? Eastern Europe, perhaps… More east than where he is from.

Lovino stammered, it would be rude not to get anything, but he hated food from diners. Actually, he really just hated American food. It was gross and unhealthy. "Some coffee, please," He said. He honestly didn't like it, but it was more bearable than the other things on the menu.

"Sure thing."

His pocket buzzed again. Lovino was annoyed. It was obviously Antonio. How obnoxious. What didn't he understand? He was being rejected.

Really, I love you.

-Antonio


"Who ze hell do you keep texting, it is drivink me crazy. Vhat is so important that you can't just talk to us?" Gilbert asked, quite annoyed with the tapping coming from Antonio.

Antonio sighed, "My little tomato has run away." He replied sadly, "And I was really hoping he would help out tonight."

"Tonight? What is tonight?" Francis asked. There were endless possibilities; they were the Bad Touch Trio after all.

A devious smirk crept onto Gilbert's face, "Do you know about The Hero?" Francis shook his head, "Vell, he is some hot-shot kid zat runs around in spandex 'savink za city.'" He chuckled, "And our freund, has a schmall problem with him." He barked a laugh, "So ve're goink to kick his ass!"

"So we are… Super villains?" Francis asked, a little confused.

"Si! We even have names!" Antonio said running to his closet. "I am…El Bribón Lujurioso!" He pulled out the red cape with a flourish like a real matador.

Francis turned to Gilbert expectedly. "Ah—uh—" El Bribón Lujurioso was an awesome villain name! Gilbert needed one more awesome because he was more awesome than anyone! Der prima Mann?(The Great Man!) No, too showy, he didn't want to come off as a FLAMER like Antonio. Something simpler that told it how it was. Something that didn't overcomplicate things and that bore into people soul's and left a big fat imprint. Something The Hero will never forget because it is SO DAMN AWESOME, "Der Mann. " He said, "I am Der Mann." (The man)

"Will you do it?" Antonio asked, "We can't be the Bad Touch Trio without you!"

"You can't even suggest being complete without Le Roi d'Amour!" (The King of Love)He announced resting both of his hands on his hips.

Antonio smiled. "Then it's set." He strutted back towards the others, "We will take down that annoying Hero. Once and for all."


"A two week paid vacation? That's sweet! I wish I had a two week paid vacation." Later that evening, Matthew had said his goodbyes and left to the apartment he was sharing with Francis. Though, he did leave off the living with Francis detail because no matter if Matthew had known that frog since they were four, Alfred would still hate him.

Arthur chuckled, "Well I'm still demoted, so my pay is far worse than before." He sipped some tea from a mug that read '#1 teacher.' (Yes, it doesn't make any sense)

Alfred pouted, "Can't you see any of the positive. You've got a whole two weeks. Why don't you stay with me for a while? It'll almost be like we're living together!" His face lit up at that idea. Arthur tended to be great fun when he wasn't being a total pain in the ass. Also, the sex wasn't bad, either.

"There is no way in hell we will be able to coexist peacefully and you know it. And don't you have Hero duties in a half hour?" His eyes darted to the clock.

Tripping over his chair and stumbling down the hall, Alfred called, "This is why I need you here!"

After a short while, Alfred came flouncing out of his bedroom ready to fight crime in his red-white-and-blue ensemble. "How do I look?" He asked, flashing Arthur a dazzling smile.

"Smashing." Arthur said, sipping his tea again. "Oh, one more thing!" He went over to his 'work satchel' that he carried around despite being on a two week paid vacation, and pulled out a very toy-like plastic gun. "It's a prototype, but I thought you might like it. It's a stun gun that uses a very small bullet-like dart that harmlessly neutralizes an enemy and leaves virtually no trace in the bloodstream." He handed it to Alfred, who beamed.

"Ohmygod. Arthur this is the coolest thing I have ever seen." He pulled the Englishman into a tight hug, "Thankyousomuch!" He said and kissed Arthur deeply.

He laughed, patting Alfred's impressive pecs, "I did some research and decided I didn't want to be as useless as some stay-at-home-girlfriend." He sat back down on the couch, "Just be careful with that, okay? There might still be a few kinks. It is a prototype, after all."


Alfred jogged around the streets of the city, waving to people and smiling away. With Arthur now a 'good guy,' things should show down. Things were going great! Mattie and him were on good terms again, he was practically living with the love of his life, he had a good job, great friends, and he got all the perks of being a super hero.

"Hola mi amigo!" There was a quick flourish of Spanish guitar as Alfred turned. He saw the glint of green eyes behind a black and white mask. The man wore what looked like a matador's suit thing that got attacked by a bedazzler. The man had no guitar and Alfred wondered where the music came from.

From behind the matador stepped a man dressed in all black with an iron cross necklace. He wore a ski mask and the only distinguishable features visible were his blood red eyes. Another man stepped out from behind the Spanish man. He had blonde hair tied loosely back with a red ribbon. He wore a white shirt, opened, and black pants. He also wore a black mask and had a red rose in his mouth.

And all the disadvantages as well.

Alfred threw his arms in the air. He had barely gotten a week's break between Jack Union and these jokes, "And who the hell are you!" He asked, quite angered.

The Spanish man smirked, "Oh I am so glad you asked." He said. He stepped forward, gold embellished shoes clacking on the sidewalk as if he were wearing women's pumps. "I am…" He paused and the guitar played a little riff from nowhere. "El Bribón Lujurioso!" (Alfred had no idea what that meant, so he was considerably less impressed than Antonio would have hoped.)

"And ze awesome me is Der Mann!" The man in black bellowed. By his accent, Alfred assumed he was German… An awful lot like that one bartender from that one bar down the street from the diner…

The blonde man pulled the rose from his mouth, "And I am…" he began. He reached in his pocket and tossed rose petals into the sky so they littered the street, "Le Roi d'Amour!" His voice became almost unbearably sultry. But Alfred was not swayed! He had an irrational hate for French people and it was going to stay that way!

Alfred smirked, "Well I'm The Hero and there is no way in hell I'm gonna let you scum bags do any harm to my city." He pulled out the gun that Arthur had given him and aimed it at the Spanish man.

El Bribón Lujurioso did not seem the least bit afraid of Alfred's weapon. He stepped forward again, heels clip-cloping on the ground. "Oh, my friend, we are not here to harm your precious city." Alfred's finger fumbled around the trigger, hesitating for some unknown reason. The man drew closer, reaching out a gloved hand, nearly caressing Alfred's face. ,"We're here for you."

Just before Alfred pulled the trigger, a tomato went flying and landed right on El Bribón Lujurioso's face. "Goddamn unfaithful bastard!" He heard an angry voice call out, "How… Why the fuck would you do that to me!" (Alfred noted the rhythm of how he spoke and deemed him Italian) They both turned to see a young man with Auburn hair and a very stubborn curl holding another tomato tight. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Lovino?" The man whispered stepping towards the boy. The man suddenly stared to shake and his eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the ground, drool dripping down his chin.

Holy shit! I thought Arthur said this was harmless! Shocked by El Bribón Lujurioso's reaction to the 'neutralizer' Alfred nearly dropped the gun. He fumbled around with it, barely touching it with his fingertips before catching it clumsily.

The other two men gasped running to El Bribón Lujurioso's side. Der Mann picked up the body, "You are damn luck this man is alive," The German said, glaring. His red eyes bore into Alfred's soul, chilling his blood. He picked up El Bribón Lujurioso's limp body and turned, "I von't do anythink as long as you don't do anythink." He warned. Alfred swallowed hard and holstered his gun.

When the trio had run off back into the city, Alfred turned to see if the boy was still there, but he must have run away. In his place was a splattered tomato on the sidewalk.


BAAAM! ((Didja like my false foreshadowing? haha. Who thought that something was gonna go wrong with the gun. XD)

P.S. sorry envysfangirl for not using your idea. It'll happen, I promise. It's so funny!

ANYWAY—

Is it wrong to love writing as Lovi so much? God I love Lovi. :]

Oh and I apologize if Antonio is super out of character. It's kinda hard to keep him in character while making him a good villain…

Oh, and updates might not be as frequent as they have been. School's starting in a week and a half and I still have about 240 pages to get through of a REALLY BORING BOOK.

So if I don't update for, like, a week and a half…. It's not you, it's me. I promise.

Tschau!