"Hey, Franny, it's time to go!" called Gilbert Beilschmidt. His crimson eyes sparkled with mirth as his silver hair blew around in a light breeze. "Toni said their date was at four, right? It's nearly three-thirty! We'd better hurry up and set up surveillance!"

"You are far too excited about this, mon ami," said Francis, smiling ruefully. His blue eyes locked onto Gilbert as he turned and raced to the picturesque park before them. Francis averted his eyes and shook his head. He was beginning to develop a crush on one of his best friends. He really ought to nip it in the bud.

When Francis reached the park, Gilbert had already begun setting up their camouflage; he was busy arranging tall, fake bushes around a tree trunk. Francis walked up next to him and spreaded out a checkered picnic blanket. He had just bought these jeans was was not about to get grass stains on them! He wasn't even sure why he'd worn them today, actually... he had known that they were going to be spying on Antonio and Lovino to make sure the Italian was a suitable boyfriend for their friend.

...Maybe this crush was a bit more serious than he had first thought.

Francis sat down on the blanket and began to unpack a snack of sandwiches he'd had the foresight to bring while Gilbert fussed around with the bushes some more. Francis sighed lightly and stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his hands and closing his eyes, enjoying the sunlight dappling him through the leaves of the tree above him.

Focus, Francis. You're not here to flirt with Gilly, you're here to make sure disaster doesn't befall Antonio. You know what a terror Lovino can be; don't you want to save Antonio from that?

"Hey, Franny-"

"YES?!"

Gilbert gave Francis a strange look and Francis fanned himself as if he was hot to hide his sudden, embarrassed blush.

"They're here." Gilbert turned away, leaving Francis to admire him from the profile view. Francis usually tried not to swear, but damn was Gilly hot! He had a face that made Francis want to paint for the first time in... how long? Who even know anymore.

Francis peeked a glance over their odd cover of bushes to see Antonio and Lovino laying on the grass thumb-wrestling... aaaaand kissing, apparently. Francis felt vaguely self-conscious as Antonio leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Lovino's mouth, making him blush and lose focus enough for Antonio to win. As soon as the Italian realized this, he tackled Antonio, screaming about cheating. After a bit of wrestling around Lovino ended up straddling Antonio, then bending down to kiss him again, but not those furious, hot kisses that Francis was so good at; no, they were those cute little kisses that cute little couples have perfected. They're super annoying because you can tell that those chosen couples will be sharing those adorable kisses when they're eighty, while everyone else will be marrying divorcing, and remarrying until doomsday.

Francis looked away from the happy couple, feeling rather depressed. He wanted to be one of those cute couples! It's wasn't fair!

He turned back to his new favorite pastime: Staring at Gilbert. But when he turned to him Gilbert was staring right on back at him. Baby blue eyes met bloodred eyes and locked together in an impromptu staring contest. Francis found himself overcome with the urge to leave forward and kiss his friend, but he resisted it. He didn't want to ruin their perfect friendship by kissing him out of the blue. That was something you could only do with Antonio, and even then only when he was single; Francis knew that from experience.

"...Franny, I feel awkward watching them make out cutely," Gilbert confessed. "Somehow I didn't think they'd spend the whole time kissing."

Francis shrugged distractedly and avoided looking at Gilbert. "Well, they are that kind of couple, you know. The cute, together-forever kind. You should've expected as much from them."

Gilbert shoved him lightly on the shoulder, causing him to look back at Gilbert's hypnotizing eyes. "You're not jealous are you?" he teased, with one of his gorgeous grins.

"Maybe a little," Francis said with a soft sight. "I don't know, I just... I guess I'm just destined to never be as cute as they are."

Gilbert frowned. "You'll always have me, Franny."

"Will I?" Francis asked searchingly. Would Gilbert end up drifting away just like Antonio was...?

Gilbert frowned. "What do you mea-"

"Nothing, nothing," Francis said, waving a hand through the air. "It's nothing, just... nothing."

Francis couldn't decide if he was glad or disappointed as Gilbert turned back to watching the happy couple.


AYE**LUV**YOU


The rest of the afternoon passed by perfectly; once Antonio and Lovino had what Francis figured they probably called a "fight," which consisted of Lovino swearing at Antonio and Antonio pouting, but that was all.

It was sickeningly sweet, and Francis almost got up and left. Actually, he only stayed because staying would result in him spending more time alone with Gilbert, which was worth watching one of his best friends having a cute- sorry, great -time with his boyfriend.

About two hours after the perfectly adorable couple had arrived, they both left, walking the same way for a long while until Antonio left to go get some groceries for his mother. This was what Francis and Gilbert had been waiting for; they both ran down the street after Lovino, thinking they would catch him unawares. Instead he whirled around right before they reached him, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Oh, it's you," he said when he saw them. He didn't look any less suspicious though. "What're you doing here?"

"Well, Franny and I were just supervising your date-"

"You know, to make sure you're treating our sweet little Antonie right-"

"-and we couldn't help noticing that you were just as sweet to Toni as he was to you-"

"Well, the sweetest you can be, I suppose-"

"-and we figured that you'd passed our test!"

Lovino opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, face going from zero to sixty- blush-wise -in around half a second, which Francis hoped was a new record, since it didn't seem humanly possible to turn tomato red faster than that.

"Y-y-y-you were w-watching us?!" Lovino squeaked. "I... I... I..." He seemed at a complete loss for words, and suddenly Francis understood a little what Antonio saw in him: He was extremely easily flustered, and the way he couldn't speak and then turned the same color as Antonio's favorite fruit, well, it was exactly what anyone would want, especially if Lovino was always adorably affectionate in private.

"Oui," Francis said with a smile. "You must understand, as Antonio's best friends we have to make sure his boyfriend isn't some little asshole-"

"He is a little asshole," Gilbert interjected. "he's just... a nice asshole."

Lovino's brows furrowed. "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted."

"Yeah, the Bad Touch Trio has that effect on most people," Gilbert informed him. "You've just got to go with what feels the most natural."

Lovino glared. "Asshole, huh?" he said with a sneer, obviously taking Gilbert's advice.

"Yes yes, let's get passed the formalities," Francis said airily. "Gilbert, would you like to do the honors?"

Gilbert gave him a wicked grin that made his heart drop straight to his stomach, where it beat furiously. "Unless you want to, Franny!"

"No, you go," Francis managed. Oh god Gilbert is so sexy oh god.

Gilbert pulled an ink pad and stamp out of his pocket, quickly flipped the lid open, pressed the stamp into it, then slammed it onto Lovino's forehead. The Italian squeaked a bit and tried to wriggle away, but Gilbert grabbed him by the back of the head to better hold the stamp there. Finally he pulled it away from Lovino's forehead, then handed both stamp and ink pad to Francis.

"There!" Gilbert said, sounding very pleased with himself. "It looks really nice, doesn't it?"

Francis turned to study the stamp, smirking as Lovino's face grew more and more horrified. "Yes, it's quite nice," he agreed. it really was pretty nice: It was a little fancy dialogue box drawn with a ton of little swirly vine-type things. Inside it said "Seal of Approval," which made Gilbert guffaw once more.

"Wh-what did you do...?" Lovino asked, reaching up to touch the damp spot on his forehead. His fingers came away smeared with Prussian Blue ink.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Lovino shrieked.

Gilbert sniggered. "It's our Seal of Approval!"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, go on home and look in a mirror," Francis told him. "And, for the record, this was all Gilly's idea."

Gilbert glared at him. "I thought we'd agreed you wouldn't use that name in front of anybody!" he said, cheeks flushed. Francis grinned evilly and leaned in until his nose was nearly touching the albino's.

"I lied," he said in a rather seductive way. Then he turned and walked away, completely missing the absolutely star-struck look that crossed Gilbert's face. Lovino didn't, though. He looked back and forth between the two of them, sensing the (sexual and not) tension between them, then smirked.

"You blew your chance, potato bastard number two. I have advice I could have given you, but I won't now. You'll just have to figure it out for yourself."

And with that, he turned away and walked down the road, leaving Gibert to pine over one of his best friends, much in the same way that best friend was pining over him.

Lovino grinned a bit to himself a s he ran home, though he couldn't be completely happy until he knew what the fuck was on his forehead. Gilbert had said that it was their Seal of Approval but what the fuck did that mean?

Lovino sneaked in through the front for of his house, casting wary glances around for any wandering family members. He crept into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, turned on the lights, then peered into the mirror. His face grew deathly pale as he beheld the "Seal of Approval" and he quickly grabbed a washcloth from a basket next to the sink and got it wet and soapy, then began scrubbing at his forehead. After a couple moments he checked in the mirror again, then kept scrubbing, then checked again.

It wasn't coming off.


A/N Sorry for shortness and PrussiaxFrance and not updating in forever! I was grounded for two weeks and I wrote this in a notebook, so if it sucks, well... I blame the handwriting part. I'm not as good at handwriting as typing, for some reason.

By the way, my favorite part of this is where Francis leans into Gilbert and is all, "I lied." 'Cause that's SO DAMN SEXY UGH. If I were Gilbert I'd totally get an instant boner, AND I'M NOT EVEN MALE. So yeah.

Anyways. Enjoy. Review if you want. That's all.