Do you wanna build a snowman?
A/N: Herro! Today (or more like two days ago), we will watch the Badly Treated and Bad Touch trio characters -attempt to- build a snowman!
Once again, I am so sorry these are being uploaded in a very tedious process. You must know that I have a lot of homework these days and sometimes I just do homework and go straight to bed. Excuse my procrastinating!
There will be Secret Santa hints in this one!
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Note: This is a little bit of a songfic chapter. 20 Ryuka Points-That-Mean-Nothing if you can guess to what song it is.
X~Epic pagebreak~X
Matthew's bedroom door was knocked on six times, seemingly in a pattern. He was confused, until he heard a voice. "Do you wanna build a snowman?," It questioned, accent distinctly German.
Lovino groaned loudly. He knew his boyfriend was going to sing the whole song, which was a large annoyance to the Italian. "C'mon, let's go and play!," echoed Antonio's voice, running into the room and tugging on his partner's sleeve.
"I never see you anymore! Come out the door! It's like you've gone away~" Arthur grumbled, clearly making it obvious he was not going to open the door. "You just saw me yesterday, git!" That didn't stop Francis from tugging on the doorknob a few times.
"We used to be best buddies! But now we're not… I wish you would tell me why~!" Matthew laughed at his boyfriend's attempt to hit the high note at the end. He obviously couldn't reach it, hearing as Gilbert's voice cracked at the end. The Canadian wasn't even going to question the words coming out of his partner's mouth, as he kind of enjoyed listening to the song.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
"No."
"It doesn't have to be a snowman!"
"Go away, Antonio!"
"Okay bye…"
The Spaniard walked out the door. As Francis, Gilbert and himself planned to do, they were going to go back at 11:00am to ask once again. They knew their boyfriends, and they were all secretly -well, not all of them secretly- lazy and were not going to get out of their beds until at least noon. Perfect.
X~A real pagebreak skipping to 11:00am~X
Francis excitedly walked to his lover's room, starting the next phase of their plan. He knocked on Arthur's door six times, in pattern. "Do you wanna build a snowman?," he sang, affectually making the Brit exhale frustratedly.
"Or ride our bike around the halls?" Deciding to let his indulgence speak, he said, "Gil, we don't have a bike. And even if we did, we wouldn't ride it around the halls. And if we did, you would clean it up." The Prussian's voice faltered a bit to chuckle.
"I think some company if overdue! I started talking to the pictures on the walls!" Lovino's eyes narrowed. "The fuck does that have to do with anything? I don't care about your urge to talk to your non-existent pictures on the walls, bastard!"
"It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by~" Arthur grunted. "This is making no more sense than it did the first time you came here today…," commented the Briton, dropping back down onto his bed.
The Frenchman walked away from the door, feeling smug that the second phase was done and it was only 11:10am. Now they just had to finish phase three at 12:00.
X~To 12:00 noon~X
Gilbert ecstatically bounced over to Matthew's bedroom door, ready to finish the next part of their plan. The German shook himself, remembering that he had to be serious for this part. He knocked three times. "Matthew? Please, I know you're in there…" The Canadian almost wanted to laugh, but didn't aspire to ruin the moment.
"People are asking where you've been…" Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Suuure they are. The only people that would actually care if I went missing saw me yesterday..."
"They say have courage, and I'm trying to. We're right out here for you. Just let me in..." Arthur huffed. The Frog was getting to the end of his patience.
"We only have each other, just me and you... What are we going to do..." Matthew, as he has been doing this whole time, was listening intently. You would think that he had never heard the song before.
"Do you wanna build a snowman..?," Antonio sang, running into the room with a decorated paper that read the words he just sang. Lovino was frustrated at this point. He really just wanted his coffée but he couldn't leave without the Spaniard following him like a pitiful puppy. "Fine! I'll build a fucking snowman with you! But after-" The Italian didn't get to finish his sentence, as Antonio began pulling him out of his room and to the front door.
X~Outside~X
"Why are we waiting here?," questioned Arthur, his arms folded over his chest as he waits. "You'll see, mon amor~" The Brit grunted. Waiting wasn't his strong point.
"Ooh! They're here~," Francis voiced happily, waving over who was, of course, the rest of the Bad Touch and Badly Treated Trio. Arthur really couldn't grunt on that one. The rest of his trio was there.
As soon as the four reached Francis and Arthur, Lovino said, "Alright, now that I've been dragged out here without my coffee, let's hurry up and make a sn-snowman."
Little did the Badly Treated Trio know, this was going to take longer than it really should.
X~To the snowman-making area~X
Every year the Bad Touch Trio made a snowman. It could be on any day, as long as they make one. It is always made in the same location, though in a different spot within the location. This year, they are putting the snowman smack-dab in the middle of the lot.
"So, let's draw to see who gets to make what part of the snowman! This year, since we have six people, we will be put into teams. Boyfriend and boyfriend!," announced the German. Everyone nods, except for Francis, who was kind of staring at Gilbert. Arthur shook him a little. He snapped out of it and nodded absentmindedly. "So, let's draw from the hat to see what couple gets what snowball~"
Francis grabbed the hat out of his snowman-making bag and put it to the Brit's face. Smiling, he waited for him partner to pick a slip of paper. As he did, the Frenchman looked at it and said, "the head has been chosen!" Francis scurried over to Antonio and Lovino, shoving the hat towards them. "Lovi, you pick~" the Italian grumbled and pushed his hand into the tuque, grabbing a slip. Francis peered over at it and said, "the bottom has been chosen!" "That means we got the middle," Matthew voiced to Gilbert. "Alright, now let the snowball making begin!"
X~FrUk snowball making~X
Arthur and Francis got the easiest part to make; The head. It took them about two minutes to make, as the snow was very good packing snow.
Francis started making the snowball by grabbing a small wad of snow. He began rolling it, Arthur watching. "Are you going to do anything, or just stand there and look pretty, Angleterre~?" The Brit visibly blushed a little, scowling. "Well, what do I have to do? The snowball will be big enough before it even feels heavy!" A second before Francis could say anything, a snowball was launched at the Englishman's head. The impact caused the Brit to fall forward, over the knee-height snowball. After a small grunt, Arthur looked up at his attacker. If looks could kill. The Spanish attacker sputtered for a bit, before shouting out, "Lo siento, Arthur!" and turning back to Lovino.
"Onhonhon~ You need some help, Angleterre?" Arthur groans. "No, I can get up by myself thank you very mu-" The last thing he saw before he got cut off was Francis' face only mere centimetres away from him. He felt warmth on his lips and knows exactly why.
X~SpaMano snowball making~X
"Why did we have to get stuck with the biggest snowball…," muttered Lovino, struggling to push the ball of snow, even with Antonio's help. "It's not that bad, Lovi~ We'll be done soon." The Italian grunted.
About a minute later, Lovino felt the help of Antonio leave. he was about to say something, but when he looked over, the Spaniard was hurdling a snowball at him. He quickly ducked. It was a good thing he didn't hit, because even where Arthur was standing, it hit him in the back of the head and sent him tumbling over their snowball. That was when Lovino remembered that Antonio was really good at throwing things and he thanked the Lord that he didn't get hit.
After Antonio scurried back to the snowball, sputtering and flushed, they began working on their snowball again. When a particularly cold gust of wind came by, Lovino began shivering. Antonio took note of this and pulled the Italian closer. Lovino really had no room to disagree, as he was freezing and Antonio probably would pull away if he asked enough. I guess it's fine like this…
X~PruCan snowball making~X
Gilbert and Matthew chose a place that was farther away from the other groups. Who knows why, they just did. Though, Gilbert did with that they were a bit closer the Antonio and Lovino's group.
Matthew was the one who started making the snowball. He brought his family-owned pet polar bear, Kumajiro, as he loved playing in the snow. The polar bear was actually helping Matthew push the snowball, amazingly enough. As soon as it looked like it was getting a bit big, Gilbert got up and decided he was going to be awesome and help. He shooed Kumajiro away who reluctantly went and played in the fluffy frozen vapour. Matthew gave a sheepish smile to Gilbert, who wordlessly nestled closer to the Canadian.
X~To make a snowman…~X
"Now that we're all done, we have to stack the snowballs!," shouted Antonio, giving his snowball a good shove into the middle. Gilbert and Matthew raised theirs onto the biggest snowball, and Francis elevated his and Arthur's to the very top.
"We can't forget the decorations~," reminded Francis, pulling the trinkets out of his bag. There was pieces of coal, an old red and white plaid scarf, a tuque and a healthy looking carrot.
Everyone grabbed something out and put it on the snowman. Though it looked a little disoriented, it looked amazing to the makers.
X~Back at the house~X
When the two trios got back to the house, everyone was freezing. Gilbert and Matthew decided to make drinks while the others warmed up.
By the time the two finished the drinks, everyone was -semi-warm and situated on the mess or chairs and couches in the Canadian's house. Gilbert brought Lovino and Antonio their coffees while Matthew brought Francis and Arthur their tea. The two drink dealers sat down together with their own drinks, hot chocolates, and they all began watching the television. They made small talk, shared laughs and stories from their snowman making experience. When they looked out at said snowman, one would almost think it was waving in the windless sunset.
X~End of chapter ten~X
A/N: This took four hours to write... Four frustrating, tedious, non-stop hours… At least, in my opinion, is the best work I've done for this so far. One down, three more to write… I am really behind. So sorry.
This chapter was not beta'd!
-Have fun and write fanfiction a ton, Ryuka