"That... That was... Awesome," the 'Prussian' said as they sat outside the mall.

"Getting kicked out is 'awesome'?" Antonio moaned.

"He is right," Francis nodded. "How could we get kicked out so easily? We could have put up a much better fight."

"Ja..." Gilbert thought back.

~start flashback~

"Yo! Francis!"

The three friends saw a boy their age waving to them, and a shorter boy smacking his arm.

"Don't wave to them, git," the smaller one glared.

"Dude, it's just Francis."

"I have so many ways I can correct that sentence."

"Blah blah blah," he said as the short blonde shuddered. "Me and Francis go a ways back."

"'Francis and I'. 'Francis and I go a ways back'."

"So you do know Francis?!"

"Oh, good heavens," he rubbed his temple.

After Gilbert bought a pop, Francis pulled a chair up to their table, Gilbert copied, and Antonio, deciding it was too small for him to fit in, sat on the floor, earning a strange stare from Gilbert. "Bonjour, Alfred! How are you?"

"Not bad. You?"

"Well, I met up with Matthieu," Francis was talking to Alfred, but was staring at the blonde across from him. "Shouldn't you be watching your little brother?"

Gilbert started choking on his drink. "Bruder?!"

"You know Matthew too?" Alfred looked at him. "Mattie's my little bro."

"Actually," Alfred's friend interrupted, "Matthew is older by a year and four days, he's just slightly shorter than Alfred."

He took a bite of ice cream while the other four stared at him.

"I mean, i-it's not like I care or anything, I just- I just know," he looked at the floor.

"Artie, you have to get over this crush you have on my little bro," Alfred put his head in his hands like he was bored. "It's a little creepy."

"I do not and it is not!" He blushed.

Francis scooted closer to him. "So, Artie-"

"Arthur."

"-Arthur. If you don't have a crush on him, why don't you go out with moi?"

Arthur finally looked him in the eye. "Are you kidding, you bloody frog eater?! What makes you think I'd go out with you?!"

"It was just a question," Francis shrugged and lazily took a sip from Gilbert's pop. He noticed Arthur staring. "Oui?"

"How can you just drink somebody else's pop like that?" He raised an eyebrow and asked, not disgusted, but slightly astonished.

"We always share," Gilbert replied, taking the pop back.

Francis pulled it back. "Drinks, snacks, secrets-"

"Beds!" Antonio said from the floor, moving his hand around aimlessly until Arthur pushed it to him.

"That's..." He struggled with words. "Interesting?"

~end flashback~

"Too bad I didn't get his number," Francis sighed.

"Whatever. I bet Matthew or Lovino had somebody they can hook you up with," Gilbert pat his back, then jumped up when he saw Ludwig, Feliciano, and Lovino leaving the mall.

"Bruder, I am going home with these two. We'll be going in their car," Ludwig explained while Feliciano drew small circles on his hand with his thumb.

"Ja, ja. Take your boyfriend and future in-law home," Gilbert smirked as Lovino gagged.

"Idiot," Lovino muttered before pulling Feliciano away.

They heard Feliciano whisper, "Lovi, isn't that Antonio? Don't you have a crush on him?" Then he was pulled into the car by a blushing Lovino.

"We'll go home later."

"Be good, bruder. You already got kicked out. How did you manage to do that anyways?"

"I don't know, Ludwig! That's the thing!" Gilbert smooshed his cheeks with his hands.

Ludwig sighed, "Just get home safe." He walked towards the car and got in the passengers seat. That was when Gilbert saw the guy who was driving, and he looked just like the Italian twins.

Gilbert walked back towards his friends, but stopped when he saw his ex-girlfriend with his ex-boyfriend. Karma was a bitch to him. He kept out of their sight before going to the rest of the trio, only to find Antonio on his phone and Francis sleeping.

"Are you already texting Lovino?"

"Si. He said that Feliciano 'won't stop talking to Ludwig to even look up' at him, and he 'didn't want to text' me, but he was 'bored and wanted to use someone'," Antonio read off his phone before typing quickly.

"Maybe I should text Matthew- CRAP!"

"What?!"

"The numbers are washing off!" Gilbert squinted at his hand, trying to make out the numbers. "Is that a five or a six?"

"It looks like a five."

Gilbert typed in the numbers he guessed and texted quickly. "There. I said, 'Hey Matthew, it's Gilbert.' If it's him, we'll know."

He got a text back almost immediately.

"'Who the hell is this?'" Gilbert read off his phone. "... Shit."

Antonio patted Gilbert's back. "Maybe Francis has his number?"

"Maybe," Gilbert pouted. "We'll have to wait until he's awake. Come on, let's start the car, then we can wake him up."

They got in, but when Gilbert turned the key, it didn't start.

"Nein, NEIN! You can't do this now!" Gilbert yelled and tried again.

"Lon siento, mi amigo," Antonio rubbed his forehead. "Should we check out the engine or the battery or something?"

"I don't know what I'd be looking for," Gilbert admitted. "Ludwig's the one that's good with cars." He put his head on the steering wheel and let it honk loudly, until some knocking on the window made him jump. "Matthew?"

"Gilbert? Is something wrong with your car?" Matthew asked as Gilbert climbed out.

"Actually, ja. I'm no good with cars."

"Oh, just pop the hood, I'll take a look," Matthew smiled.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I know what I'm doing, trust me," he practically whispered.

Gilbert did as Matthew said, then he closed the hood and rubbed his forehead.

"Sorry, Gil, but the battery's dead, and I don't have jumper cables in my car," he motioned to the red van across the parking lot. "But I can give you and your friends a ride home, and we can call someone to come get your car."

"My home or yours?" Gilbert smiled.

"Eh- I don't think my apartments really that big," Matthew tucked some hair behind his ear. "And I was kind of hoping to see where you lived.

Gilbert stayed quiet for a moment before saying, "Oh, your number was washing off my hand. Can I get it again?"

"Yeah, of course!" Matthew held out his hand.

"... Huh?"

"Just give me your phone so I can enter my number."

"Oh, right..."

While Gilbert was busy getting a number back, Antonio was still texting Lovino from the car, and Francis was still asleep on the bench. Arthur sat next to him, and Alfred was walking towards his brother.

"Francis," Arthur sighed after a minute. "Francis?" He finally noticed he was unconscious.

He looked between Francis long eyelashes and his soft lips, but was wondering how anybody could sleep sitting up. He pulled a paper out of his pocket, and quickly scribbled on it before tucking it in Francis pocket.

'There,' he thought. 'He'll find it.'

Ja- Yes (German)

Bonjour- Hello (French)

Bruder- Brother (German)

Moi- Me (French)

Oui- Yes (French)

Si- Yes (Spanish)

Nein- No (German)

Lo siento, mi amigo- I'm sorry, my friend (Spanish)

These are just rough translations.