The 25 Days of a Bad Touched Christmas

by AllenAdjacent

This is the first year the Bad Touch Trio have others to celebrate Christmas with besides themselves. They have their boyfriends; Arthur, Lovino and Matthew, the Badly Treated trio. Watch the two trios as they exchange stupid gifts, have Canadian snowball fights, steal mistletoe and decorate trees in an... odd fashion! (FrUk, SpaMano, PruCan)

4. Day 4

The Mistletoe War Part Two: This is going to be going on for a while...

A/N: Herro! Welcome back to chapter four of 'The 25 Days of a Bad Touched Christmas'!

I'm updating this early, see? Our team just got back from the volleyball championships and we won undefeated! I ish so happeh! ^.^

Enjoy this chapter as the mistletoe war goes on and the Bad Touch Trio's, 'get our mistletoe back' plan is finally finished!

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"ANTONIO, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" The Italian's voice sounded eardrum-shatteringly loud throughout the large house, making the Bad Touch trio flinch. "It was only a matter of time before they found out... I just expected it to be a little later...," mumbled Francis. Gilbert's cocky grin faltered and morphed into more of a surprised frown. Antonio himself was gazing restlessly around the living room, not wanting to stand up at all. Seconds later, the Frenchman pushed the Spaniard off the couch and said, "Lovino called for you, not us. Good luck, mon ami." "By Antonio, Lovino meant all three of you!" Ah, there were the words that the trio was afraid to hear. It was said by the British man who was currently standing in the other room, next to the enraged Italian, also quite infuriated himself. Gilbert's eyes widened. Francis just sighed out, "Let's just get it over, shall we?". They all stood up and trudged to the Brit's bedroom, heads hanging low.

When they walked in, they were met with the angry glares of none other than the Badly Treated trio's very own Arthur, Lovino, and Matthew. The looks the Bad Touch trio were receiving was enough to make then feel like wallowing in their own guilt. "Where did you put the mistletoe?". People barely ever heard him mad, but when he was, Matthew was scary. He, surprisingly, had the toughest glare of them all on, which made Gilbert feel quite horrible. "What mistletoe?," Gilbert tried weakly, hoping the corner would swallow him up. If looks could kill. "You know exactly what mistletoe we are talking about! Tell us or we'll make you say it," Arthur threatened, walking closer to the three who were currently squishing themselves against the wall.

It was, surprisingly enough, Antonio who acted first. Using being the closest to the door to his advantage, he yanked on the doorknob and sprinted out, yelling, "Run, mi amigos! RUN!". Francis and Gilbert soon followed the Spaniard, running down the stairs and pulling their jackets on quickly. It took a second for the Badly Treated trio's minds to comprehend what just happened, but as soon as they did, they darted out the door and chased the other trio out of the house. Not without putting coats on, of course.

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As Lovino, Arthur, and Matthew run out to the snowy terrain, they were ambushed by snowballs. Scared the fucking daylights out of them. As Antonio threw the last snowball, they scurried through the snow to the large valley that stretched over the Briton's backyard.

As soon as said Brit and the rest of the trio recovered from the large snow-blow, they began chasing after the Bad touch boys, as they knew they would be going towards the large expanse of land behind Arthur's yard.

The Bad Touch trio could be found making a large ton of snowballs behind a previously made wall of snow. They made a lot very fast, and began waiting for their partners to show up. Soon enough, Lovino followed by Arthur and Matthew did show up. Though, they weren't heading towards the trio, which confused them. They were going almost the exact opposite way.

It took a few minutes, but soon after they reached their destination, the Badly Treated trio had nearly fifty snowballs between the three of them ready to throw.

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What commenced the war that was going on right now was the Bad Touch trio getting bored. They decided to go and look for the other trio, ammunition in their arms. They were sorry that they went to check for them. They got paid back for the ambush they pulled on the other trio earlier, big time. Aimlessly, they tried running away from their attackers. Seems like today is just full of surprises, as they did succeed. They got back to their fort, but not even a second after they caught their breaths, all three were jumped on. "Give us back the mistletoe!," Yelled Arthur, currently attacking Francis' sides with his hands. As soon as the Brit reached his partner's stomach, he felt an odd lump in the front of the Frenchman's jacket. Was he getting fat? The Frog needs to lay off the pastries. Not a second after that thought, the mysterious bump Francis' coat fell out revealing none other than the mistletoe bag.

"Aha!," Arthur said triumphantly, grabbing the bag and making a break for the house. The Canadian seemed to notice and jumped off Gilbert, following the Brit. The only two left at the fort were Lovino and Antonio. As soon as he saw they were the only ones left, he attempted to follow the others from his trio, only to trip into the snow. The Spaniard looked at him with a confused face on. The Italian was no less than lightning speed and never fell for no good reason. He felt the wind give him a good slap in the face as if to remind him of his lovers coldness problem. "Lovi?" Antonio swiftly grabbed Lovino and turned him around. The first thing he noticed was that his skin was deathly pale and his breathing felt quite slow. By this, Antonio was horrified and quickly put the Italian in his arms, picking him up and running to the front door as fast as he could.

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The Spanaird soon arrived in the house, being greeted by a German accented, "Hey, 'Tonio. What took ya so long?" Everyone looked down from the stairs and soon realized what did take him as long as it did. The pale, lightly breathing Lovino in his arms. "I'll get a blanket," Arthur said bluntly, with slight worry in his voice as he scurried to the living room. "I'll make him tea," spoke the Canadian, running off to the kitchen. Antonio began hoping the stairs two at a time, Gilbert and Francis moving out of the way for him.

Not long after the he was put on the couch, the very high room temperature seemed to kick in, Lovino opened his eyes and looked around weakly. "Oh, Lovi~ You finally opened your eyes." The Italian looked towards the voice of the speaker, seeing his boyfriend with a goofy, yet sincere smile on his face. No one else may have noticed it, but Lovino could clearly see the worry in his eyes. He simply nodded his head as to say yes. As Arthur walked in with a blanket, he tried to suppress a shiver from how cold he was, but failed and ended up chattering his teeth too. The Brit chuckled a little and placed the blanket in Lovino's arms, which he gladly wrapped around himself, mumbling a small, "thanks". Arthur went to sit down beside Francis just as Matthew came in with a cup of tea, chamomile. "It's hot. Make sure to drink it." With that, he went and placed himself snugly beside Gilbert, who flushed just a small bit. Lovino didn't notice, but at some point Antonio stood up and sat right beside him, draping his arm around him. The Spaniard knew that the Italian wouldn't push him away, as he knew he was too cold to refuse. Lovino was annoyed, yet glad for the warmth. It was the warmest he had felt in a while.

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A/N: Fail chapter is fail. I just wanted to fit some SpaMano in there.

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Also, this chapter was beta'd by Rowan. Thank you for taking time out of your day to do this for me!

-Have fun and write fanfictions a ton, Ryuka