More short chapters! Hurray! More rushing! Double yay! Slow Gilbert! Yay? Whatever.
At the time, Gilbert had just gotten ready after his long sleep and walked into the lounge room. His hair pure white and spicy red eyes heading to a room where there was quite a bit of racket. He found that Antonio was dressed up in red and white, and there was an odd sack with lots of presents which had fallen out. Francis blocked most of the view of the shorter man by doing something to his hair. All Gilbert saw left him clueless. "Uh…" He scratched the back of his head, a shiver going up his spine from the surprise. Antonio quickly flinched as Francis' attention was now onto the albino. "Wha…What's going on?" He asked as he headed towards the couch where Antonio panted. "He was ripping my hair dammit!" Antonio shouted. "Please, it just hasn't been brushed in a century, if you're going to go as Santa you have to look like him!" Francis looked down irritably on the man covering the couch. Gilbert was now at loss. "Mon cher, don't tell me you've forgotten?" Francis faced Gil disappointingly. But the albino only delivered the same clueless behaviour. "The party, tonight." Francis bluntly stated, disgusted that Gilbert had forgotten the christmas party. Gilbert glanced at Antonio, which only looked up scratching his hair. "It'll ruin it, stop it!" Francis shouted, catching him during his act. Antonio returned to the french man which continued to brush his hair.
This was when Gilbert finally remembered. "OH! THE PARTY!" he shouted, gladly remembering the fact that they were going to visit and see the others. "Looks like the awesome me won't be the centre of attention for once, ey?" He nudged his elbow at Antonio, returned with a chuckle. "Bratello, you'll still be important." He smiled. "Well obviously." He clapped one of his hands on a side of his face, "Could you actually imagine a party without me?" Francis though, only continued to rip through the knots in Antonio's hair. "So why are you dressed as Santa Claus?" confused again, Gilbert asked "It was my idea, to give out presents, so I asked to retrieve the presents others are giving to each other and put them in this sack" Antonio paused for a moment "It was originally a potato sack but Francis painted it red." Obviously he was trying to give the blonde some credit, knowing that he'd want the attention even when he's focusing like this.
"Well done Francis" Gilbert grunted. Francis only began to smile, sure the deed was smile, but he still found it a challenge to paint a whole potato sack. "You actually managed to eat all the potatoes in them." On the other hand, Francis just went back to staring at Antonio's head. Antonio shook his head, displeased Gilbert were to say such a thing. Of course, then he remembered Francis was supposedly brushing his hair. The gushing pain returned as he tried flinching, but it only pulled his hair more. "Just…a little more…" He thoroughly went through his words as he scratched some locks further down to his head. "Now put this on" He handed a wig and a beard to Antonio. Both were really white. "Hey, why couldn't I be Santa, I mean, I'd be the most awesome one, besides, I have the white hair and all, I wouldn't need a wig!" He exclaimed, jealous that Antonio got the role of a christmas present giver. The other two simply chuckled. "You, santa? I'm sorry but that wouldn't work." Antonio chuckled a little after his sentence, stirring Gilbert into a tiny sign of irritation. "Don't be so rude." Francis winked at Antonio. "He could be an awesome Santa…." He accented the word "awesome" when Gilbert began to smile with pride, he was only let down. "If he didn't go on about it and how awesome he apparently is" The two started laughing again. "What's that for?!" Gilbert snarled, displeased with their comments, "you're just as rude to us" The two replied in unison as Antonio tied the beard.
Gilbert was about to argue again, only to notice that the costume was done. Sure it didn't turn out all as well as they had expected, but it's not like they were seriously attempting to look like the exact copy of Santa. Carefully, Antonio waddled towards the mirror across the room to get a better look at himself. It actually only looked bad because Antonio didn't appear fat. The three laughed together at the sight of the stupidity. After a whole minute laughing at the costume, they wiped their tears and began to actually make fun of it with words, or just saying how skinny Antonio was. "I got to say though, it really does suit Toni, doesn't it?" Francis smirked shaking his head towards Gilbert. "Eh, the beard makes Toni look ridiculous though." He smeared as he poked at the beard. "It also makes it hard to breathe…" He smirked, gulping another breath of air. Gilbert looked at Antonio, then stared at Francis, folding his arms to ridicule the French man again. "So since your the fashion freak around here…" Gilbert fluttered his arm around the air, then put it back down to the side of his chest. "Do you think he should be the younger version of Santa or look like some pedo?" He looked back at Antonio, more so on the beard than the man himself. Antonio gave an innocent look at Francis, though his eyes begged they took off the itchy wig and beard.
"Get rid of that thing covering this beautiful costume." Francis smiled at Antonio, who to hearts content threw the beard off with the wig. "Damn that thing was itchy." He scratched his head. "Yea…but now he looks like an elf who stole Mr. Christmas' clothes" Gilbert led off. "Whatever, I'm not wearing that thing again." Now anyone would say that, and not just poor Antonio, the wig scratched at the ears and stretched across to the neck. Several laces wouldn't let go and simply clung to the skin of others. Uncomfortable as it was, Antonio could only imagine the pain of it daily for others which work to please little kids by dressing up as the traditional old man. "Hey, why don't we just make him fat?" Gilbert almost demanded, carelessly shouting over the quiet that travelled through the room. Francis started chuckling under his breath, noticing that Antonio had no idea how they were to do that. "What do you mean? I can't just get fat within a day." A trail of sweat followed him as he looked around the room. "Don't bother" Francis leaned against the wall. "He does look better like this…" The other two began to chuckle their odd way, while Antonio bluntly stared in confusion. "Well I was supposed to look like Santa…" With the sentence unfinished Gilbert interrupted. "Scrap that idea, this is better." Francis got back up and stood straight, "Come on, we gotta go." All this was happening too quickly in a sudden, why? "What…about the sack?" Antonio gleamed, desperate to get the attention of the other two. "Just grab it" Gilbert said aimlessly. This pricked Antonio, for a moment leaving him just to stand in the middle of the corridor. He would shout in despair, but he knew it will be nothing more than ignorance. "So this is how Matthew feels like…" He murmured sadly under his breath, pity began to cover him. The despair Matthew had to live through each day must've really been rough… When Francis was about to lock the door he Antonio still standing in the hall, oddly…Francis knew something was on his mind, and it was much bigger than how lonely someone could be. "Toni…?" He simply questioned towards Antonio, the brunette looked up and saw Francis' worried look, and quickly smiled, running towards the sack. Putting the presents which had fallen out back in to the potato sack. It was heavy, but somehow he managed. He ran out the door sliding the sack across the floor. Gilbert only waited in the car as Francis and Antonio struggled getting it out the door and taking it into the car.
"What took you so long?" Gilbert grunted, noticing Antonio getting into the backseat, Antonio stared at the albino stupidly as the one who insulted him fixed his hair in a small mirror. Antonio wanted to get him back, and then he noticed. "To get into the christmas cheer, and to get some more attention on you…" Antonio trailed off as Gil quickly turned to look at him, Antonio tried hiding his weird chuckle to himself and simply looked out the window, "yes?" Gilbert asked searching for an answer, "You and Francis will cosplay too!" He grinned innocently…from a naked eye anyway. Gilbert though, lost himself from the excitement. "As what?" he squealed "Reindeer" Antonio smiled devilishly, and Gilbert suddenly noticed what Antonio just said. "Wait…no, thats not awesome" He stated, crossing his arms and looking away. "Your loss." Antonio carefully used the tones in his words to make it seem a threat, just as Francis got in the car. Gilbert was almost in the backseats, shouting at Antonio in the face, only having the spaniard to intimidate him some more. Francis now was also confused, but knew it was only the spaniard picking a fight. For a little he just waited for them to stop, but soon only lost his own temper "WOULD YOU STOP THIS" obviously, the argument came to an end, there wasn't a lot of times when Francis was seriously annoyed. "Now why is Gil fighting now?" He stared with a strict look towards Antonio, which grunted a gave off another smile. "Well since Gil likes attention and all, I insisted you two would cosplay as two of the reindeer." He winked at Francis, obviously Antonio was desperate, and he really was getting into the spirit of things. Besides, Francis was also planning on having a little fun, sure it'd be freaky, but it'd still be something else, something new and fun, and it's not every day anyway. "Brilliant idea, we could just get something like a onesie at a shop." He smiled, staring into Gilbert's frightened look. And so they left with the shout of the albino begging to go home.
Oh the cosplaying and getting into a christmas cheer can be pretty interesting...
