Author's Note: Hey! So I received a very funny and nice comment from Chi, one of the original writer's for The Neko and the Vampire (She was Punk Austria) and I would like to say, yes, I shall include the scene. Although it may not be in this chapter because Gillie still needs to heal. So there's not that much to say, other than after I finish this story in a few chapters (I have between 2-5 more chapters planned, possibly more if I get an idea) I will be writing one with Alfred and Arthur. I already have half of that done so I can upload quickly with that one. READ THIS PART I need to know if you people want me to include GerIta as a sideline in this story, maybe a page or two of fluff and stuff? So let me know on that. THE BAD TOUCH TRIO IS BACK! Anyways, enjoy!~
Disclaimer: I dun own any Hetalia or Hetalia related stuff, nor do I own Women in Black, sadly.
Chapter 10
Patrick leaned in and pressed his forehead up against Gilberts, letting their noses touch and the albino's warm breath tickle his jaw. Gilbert smiled sweetly at Patrick, one of his hands leaving his side and moving up to slide through Patrick's hair. Gilbert felt a slight pain in his chest but ignored it completely, leaning in to kiss the red-head once more. Their lips contacted again, Gilbert knew he could live for the rest of his life with the feeling of complete amazement he got every time he kissed the boy. He could feel Patrick tilt his head slightly and kiss him back, his warm lips pressed up against Gilbert's. He was forced to stop when an incredible amount of pain surfaced and he felt like he was being stabbed in the chest. He gasped and pulled away from Patrick, clutching his chest painfully.
Patrick was cradling the whimpering boy in seconds, knowing there was not much he could d to stop the pain. Gilbert curled up against the red-heads chest and coughed painfully, trying to regain control over his ragged breathing. Patrick sat his chin on the albino's head and continued to hug him, running his hands up and down Gilbert's back. The pain slowly stopped and Gilbert let out a shaky sigh and continued to lean up against Patrick, slowly nodding off into a peaceful sleep.
The next five days passed with few problems, Gilbert was healing quickly and James was still play pestering him about random things. Ludwig had come around once to see his brother and hug him tightly; burying his face into his older brother's shoulder and whispering how happy he was to see him. Ludwig then straitened up and gave off one of his rare smiles, telling his older brother about a certain Italian he had met recently. He had blushed and coughed lightly, looking away when mumbling he had strong feelings for him. Gilbert had smiled widely, telling his younger brother to go for it. The German had blushed and nodded, saying he would come back soon and let his brother know how it went. Gilbert nodded, waving goodbye to the blond as he walked out, probably walking off to go find his little Italian.
On the sixth day of Gilbert's recovery Patrick was typing away for a report he had due in his English class. His teacher had been nice enough to email him all the materials he needed and gave him a whole extra week to complete it. He was finishing up the third page of the terribly boring paper when the door was flung open and a boy with brown hair and livid green eyes burst through the door. Gilbert perked up from what he was drawing and an immediate smile appeared on his face.
"Antonio!" He said happily, standing up and walking over to the boy, hugging him happily.
"Gilbert! Good god, I've been looking all over for you. I'm back!" The Spaniard said happily, hugging Gilbert tightly.
"Well I can ass that. Wait—is Francis back too then?" He asked, looking out the door, Patrick watched silently in question as to what was going on.
"Si! I think I may have lost him back in the car though…" Antonio replied, looking out of the door as well.
"Mon ami, you left me in a freaking parking lot!" A French voice came floating down the hallway as a teen with shoulder length shimmering blond hair and sea blue eyes gracefully walked in the door.
"Los sientos , Francis. I got excited to see Gil again!" Antonio replied, looking back to Gilbert.
"Uhh…." Patrick broke in, unsure of what to say. Gilbert turned back to Patrick and remembered that the boy was still there.
"Everybody, this is Patrick!" He said, walking over to the suddenly shy boy and throwing an arm casually around his shoulder.
"Hola, nice to meet you. I'm Antonio, but you can call me Toni!" The cheerful Spaniard said. Patrick smiled and held out his hand, Toni gladly shaking it.
"And I am Francis, but you can call me whatever you please because I think I'll be seeing you in bed, you're completely adorable!" Francis said, blowing the Irish boy a kiss. Gilbert hissed at Francis and walked behind Patrick, hugging him from behind.
"Mein!" Gilbert said protectively, his chin resting on Patrick's shoulder. The red-head blushed slightly but made no move to try to get away from Gilbert.
"Oh? Are you dating?" Francis prodded. Oh gott, Gilbert thought, What if I say yes and Patrick doesn't agree and then he gets mad at me or worse— Patrick cut off Gilbert's train of thought.
"Yep~!" He said cheerfully, sinking back into Gilbert. The albino looked down at him in shock but then smiled slightly, giving his middle a slight squeeze. Patrick grinned and leaned against Gilbert further. Francis huffed annoyed.
"Mon ami, no fair! He's way too cute for you!" Francis interrupted; Toni laughed happily and nudged the Frenchmen with his elbow.
"Oh leave them alone Francis, you're being rude!" He said cheerfully, smiling widely. "So Gilbert, aren't you supposed to be in school?" He asked, directing his attention to the albino.
"Oh, well I got one of my ribs broken a while ago and I have to stay away from school for a few more days." He said simply, both of the boys gaped at him.
"What? How?!" They both half shouted, Gilbert just shrugged.
"It was an accident, football. No problem, plus, Patrick decked the guy that did it and broke his nose." Gilbert said, bringing the spotlight off of him and directing it onto the red-head.
"You did? Good job, mon ami!" Francis said happily, Antonio nodding happily. Patrick just let out a shaky laugh and nodded.
Over the next two hours everyone sat on the edge of the bed and talked, Francis and Antonio explaining to Patrick that they had been forced to go to a school by their parents across the sea and they had been there for two years and they had finally been kicked out for setting one of the toilets on fire.
"How'd you manage that?!" Patrick had asked in amazement, they had both shrugged.
"Oh the powers of gasoline." They chimed together happily. Gilbert had burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. James had come up at ten, announcing that they should all go do something. So ten minutes later they were all packed in James's car, Patrick was forced by the Frenchman and Spaniard to sit on Gilbert's lap as they were in the car, protesting of a "lack of space" even though there were two open seats.
"Here we are~" James announced, everyone piled out of the car to see they were standing in front of a large building titled, 'Camelot Cinemas' the movies. James walked to the front of the building and stared up at the screen for a minute before purchasing everyone's tickets to go see the women in black.
James plopped down on the end seat, Francis and Antonio plopping down beside him, and Gilbert and Patrick following in suit. Five minutes passed before the movie theater began to get crowded and the movie began. The first thing that Patrick had noticed was Gilbert jumped and let out a small yelp whenever something scary popped out. Thirty minutes into the movie Gilbert was holding the red-heads hand and squeezing it whenever something scary popped out. Patrick looked over to see that Antonio was jumping slightly as well; Francis and James remained calm the entire time. Finally the movie ended and everyone walked across the street, heading to a small restaurant.
"Well that was fun." Patrick said, everyone nodding. James then proceeded to go into a rant about how much he had loved one certain part of it. Gilbert just mutually nodded through the whole thing, still slightly shaken. Patrick slowed his pace so he was walking behind everyone else, next to Gilbert. "Did it really freak you out that much?" Patrick asked, looking up to the slightly taller boy.
"Huh? Oh, n-no! The awesome Gilbert was never freaked out!" He said with a shaky laugh. Patrick just laughed, scooting closer to the shaken boy and interlocking his arm in Gilberts. The albino smiled sweetly and continued to walk.
Five minutes later they arrived at a small restaurant and sat down on the old worn booths with an ugly green as the material. They all looked down at the menus before ordering, a very young and attractive lady taking their order and then bouncing off to the kitchen, Francis eyeing her ass the entire way.
"Mein Gott Francis, do you never stop?!" Gilbert demanded to know, realizing where the Frenchman's eyes had been glued to.
"Mon ami, you cannot blame me. You already have someone's ass to keep your eyes on, I do not." Francis replied simply, watching as the waiter returned with their drinks. Francis winked at her and she blushed and giggled, purposely swinging her hips as she walked away.
"F-Francis!" Gilbert stuttered, looking over to Patrick to make sure he hadn't been offended or thought that was all that Gilbert liked about him. I mean, he does have a nice—Gilbert cut off the thought and leaned forward and smacked the Frenchman. Patrick couldn't stop the chain of giggles escaping his mouth as he raised a hand to cover his blushing face. Gilbert just sighed in mild frustration in response.
"Francis, stop messing with Gilbert…." Antonio broke in; the Frenchman sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"It is true, non?" He said, looking at Antonio and then at Gilbert.
"I do not!" Gilbert protested, and then looked over at James and Patrick, "Back me up here!" He pleaded.
"Oh I dunno Gilbert; you sure looked like you wanted to open the bathroom door this morning." James replied with a devious grin. Patrick blushed.
"Wait…what?" Patrick broke in, looking up at Gilbert with a puzzled expression.
"I was not going to! Nor did I have the thought!" Gilbert tried desperately to protect his innocence.
"Oh, and then when Patrick came downstairs this morning and was just in a towel, Gilbert just stared and drooled!" James added, Gilbert's face was redder that Antonio's tomatoes.
"I-I was NOT!" He stuttered, Patrick was just staring at him blankly, ((A/N: I love how innocent Patrick is XD)) then looked around to everyone else slowly, a slight powdered blush coating his cheeks. Gilbert had just resorted to looking down at his hands in his lap. Thank god the food appeared a minute later, giving Gilbert the excuse to ignore everyone and try his best to focus on his food. Everyone dug in as well, despite the gallons of popcorn they had chugged during the movie. Patrick smiled on the inside but kept his physical face blank, knowing James would say something to make them even more uncomfortable.
Francis finished first, he quickly stood up and walked over to where the waiter was. He offered his hand which she took, blushing at the probably flirtatious words. But everyone was too far away to hear what he was saying. He leaned forward and kissed her hand lightly, looking up at the girl with his mesmerizing blue eyes. She squealed in delight and looked over to her friends which were blushing and squealing at the cute scene. Antonio laughed and Gilbert practically face palmed himself.
"Wow," Patrick said, observing the scene, "Is he always like this?" He asked, watching as the girl guided the Frenchman to a back room.
"Si, that is our perverted, flirtatious, annoying friend Francis. But eh, we love him anyways." Antonio said cheerfully, shrugging his shoulders.
"I dunno, there has been more than one occasion where I could easily have decked him…" Gilbert said, "But yeah, gotta love him." Gilbert agreed with a sigh. James laughed, watching as his younger brothers eyes roamed from the door Francis was behind to Gilbert who had no idea Patrick was staring at him in such a loving manor. Patrick and Gilbert turned to the laughing man.
"What is it James?" Patrick asked, the Scottish man just shook his head, banging his fist on the table.
"N-Noth…ing" He wheezed, sitting back up and finishing off his coke.
A few minutes later Francis walked out of the room, followed by the girl with an exceedingly red face. Francis sat back down with a smile, everyone glared to him.
"Have fun?" James asked in a mocking tone.
"Oi, I would give her a 6 ½. Because she-" Gilbert slapped a hand over his mouth.
"No one wants to know, Francis." He said calmly.
"Ooh! I do!" James said excitedly, raising his hand and waving it around wildly. Gilbert sighed and removed his hand from Francis's mouth.
"Come on Patrick, let's go get refills." Gilbert said, standing up and pulling the confused Irish boy out of his seat.
"Oi, Gilbert. We left the room unlocked, just round the corner over there!" The Frenchman said, Gilbert blushed.
"Oh will you stop?! You KNOW I didn't mean it like that!" Gilbert shouted back, sitting down on one of the barstools, Patrick sat next to him and ordered a chocolate milkshake, Gilbert did the same. They drank the frothy shakes in silence, watching Francis wave his hands around and explain in thorough detail about his little adventure with the waiter. Gilbert was glad that they could not hear them; Patrick was far too innocent to hear that. They turned around to finish their shakes when Gilbert felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned to see Alfred standing there, fidgeting from foot to foot. Patrick immediately stood up and glared at him, Gilbert frowned slightly as well.
"Something you need?" Patrick asked calmly, leaning against the edge of the counter.
"I want to talk to Gilbert." He said simply, avoiding eye contact.
"Last time you said that and I listened to you I came back in to see him dying." Patrick replied sharply, not moving an inch.
"I had nothing to do with that and you know it." Alfred said quickly, "Don't blame me for thing I didn't do."
"Oh? Well Gilbert wouldn't have been IN the hospital if it weren't for you." The red-head replied icily.
"Good god, I'm not going to KILL him! I just want to talk!" Alfred said exasperated, throwing his arms up. Patrick looked to Gilbert who nodded, the Irish boy sighed and walked back to the table just in time to hear:
"And THAT is how I got laid." Coming from Francis's mouth. Patrick sat down with an annoyed huff.
"Something wrong?" Antonio asked Patrick, noticing the deep frown.
"The guy over there talking to Gilbert is the guy who broke his rib." Patrick said simply, nodding towards the two. Antonio and Francis frowned, and even James bright smile disappeared.
"What does he want?" Antonio asked, Patrick just shrugged. They watched as Alfred spoke slowly to Gilbert, looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact as he talked. Gilbert remained emotionless the entire time, nodding or shaking his head calmly. 'What in the world are they talking about?' Patrick was dying to know.
"Well," Gilbert demanded to know, "What do you want?"
"I…" Alfred fidgeted, "I want to apologize." Gilbert glared at him.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." Gilbert said calmly.
"Huh?"
"You bullied Patrick for days, weeks even. You should be apologizing to him, not me."
"I didn't hospitalize HIM, I hospitalized YOU." Alfred pointed out.
"Yet he went through much more pain than I did." Gilbert observed lazily, sipping at his almost empty milkshake. Alfred just frowned at the floor.
"I'll apologize to him later, not around everyone though." He said quietly.
"What, can't handle a crowd? How lame." Gilbert said, walking away. Alfred just gritted his teeth and walked out of the place.
The second Gilbert returned to the table he was pelted with questions. "Nothing, nothing. He just apologized, anyways, it's like midnight. We should probably head home." Gilbert noticed as the old clock above the counter hit the large 12. Everyone nodded and James paid for the food, everyone piled in the car and returned home.
When Francis and Antonio got out they waved goodnight and walked back to the car they arrived in, promising to come see Gilbert again soon.
Gilbert and Patrick walked into the bedroom completely drained of all energy, Gilbert lay down and patted the spot next to him, Patrick crawled in Gilbert's arms with his back facing the albino's chest. Gilbert smiled and kissed the boys forehead and then his lips, Patrick turned around so he was facing him and leaned upwards, pressing his lips up against Gilberts tiredly. They parted a moment later, and Gilbert kissed Patrick's nose once before laying his head on the soft pillow and closing his eyes.
"I love you." Patrick whispered, Gilbert's eyes open as he grinned widely.
"Love you too." He whispered back, both boys fell asleep in each other's arms.
Author's Note: TAA-DAA, I just love the bad touch trio SO much, I mean, I completely adore them. A perfect match of a pervert, someone awesome, and someone innocent. Anyways, I know I have updated quickly with the past chapter or so. That's just because of the weekends, after the crazy homework I usually have all day and night to work. OH YEAH, LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD INCLUDE GerIta, Spamano, or UsUk (I love all of those) I can include a few of them in this story if you want. But you people have to COMMENT and let me know. Please comment, I love everyone of them.
Gilbert: OKAY, I WOULD LIKE TO THANK CHI, SHE COMMENTED AND NOW I GET TO F*CK PATTY!
Patrick: Gilbert, hush!
Me: Gilbert, stop spoiling.
Gilbert: No, hey, hey author. Make it good, and don't let James interrupt.
Me: Don't give me idea's…
Thanksies for reading!