My first stop was Antonio's. There, waiting at his doorstep, was a very unhappy and tsundere but cute Lovino. I guess Ludwig called everyone's roommate for a heads up? If so, that'll save me trouble. However, one thing that Ludwig didn't tell the trios' roomates is that I was the one bringing their drunk asses home.
He opened his mouth, and a rainbow of profanities came out. I did not expect him to have such a sailor mouth. He was cursing up a storm but paused when he saw my figure exiting the car. His face became tomato red.
After getting Antonio to the couch Lovino thanks me and closed the door. Next was Gilbert. He was hiccuping and laughing the whole way there. Finally having enough, I pulled out my sleeping medicine. I had to force him to drink it because- well, drunk Gilbert.
I had no choice but to give the drunk the Gilbert an a type of sleeping pill in my bag because of alittle ok maybe alot annoying drunk. Finally I get to Ludwig's house, Ludwig greeted me at the door. I saw Feliciano and Kiku in the background, doing something. He apologized and I just gave him a 'I know how you feel, buddy,' look after dumping Gilbert's possibly dead body in his arms. Ludwig gave me a concerned expression because Gilbert had foam at the corner of his mouth.
"Just a small side effect," I answered.
"Side effect of what?" He asked. I ran away to the car.
Last was Francis. Since this is his car anyways I'm just going to walk home. I admit, I want to see what Matthew is like. I mean, Francis is, I'm guessing, in his mid-20's, so I'm excited to see a smaller and cuter version of this big flirt.
(Editor's Note: By the way, I have made it illegal to hate Francis Bonnefoy. Random, I know, but seriously. One does not simply hate the king of cinnamon rolls himself.)
Finally getting to his house, I knocked gingerly on the door. I was surprised to see a young man, possibly in his early 20's, with wavy blond hair and soft lavender eyes.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Matthew . . . Bonnefoy?" I asked. He looked surprised and looked to my right, where Francis was leaning against.
"Um . . . t-thank you for bringing my papa home." He smiled; I returned that smile.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, still smiling.
"T-thank you for bringing my papa home?" He repeated, confused.
"Can . . . can you repeat that again?" I asked.
"Thank you for bringing my papa home?" He repeated. I dramatically fell to my knees.
Eh?! Matthew looks like he can be in his early 20's. But how old does that make Francis?! He looks so young! I need to know his secret!
"M-miss? Are you all right?" He asked. I stood up abruptly, surprising him.
"Yes, thank you. Pardon my weirdness." He smiled.
"No, it's alright. You noticing me is enough." He murmured the last part.
"Hm?" I questioned.
"N-no, it's nothing."