"And dudes, that's why I called this meeting!" Alfred shouted. Everyone moaned. Antonio had just gotten back from Austria a day ago. He felt rested, but Alfred always had a way of putting him (and most everyone else) in a horrible mood. Roderich sighed next to him and held his hand. Antonio did have a slightly different view of his boyfriend after what he had shown him.
Roderich had tied Antonio to the bed and left the room. He was still fully clothed, which Antonio found a bit odd. Also, he found it odd that Roderich could tie such strong knots. This didn't make much sense to him. He struggled a bit against the binds to test them again. Antonio wondered where Roderich learned how to tie knots stronger than he could. The sounds of footsteps came and the door opened.
Roderich smiled, also still fully clothed and came over and sat down next to Antonio. He set something down on a night stand then stroked Antonios' hair gently before looking at his bindings.
"Those too tight?" Roderich asked.
"No. I'm impressed," Antonio replied. "Where'd you learn to tie knots like this?"
"I have no idea why, but you did one day when you came back from the New World."
Antonio sighed, "No wonder I don't remember."
Roderich leaned down and kiss him. Antonio opened his lips and let him in. Two hands came up to his face and stroked it. Roderichs' hands were surprisingly warm. Antonio nipped Roderich and he pulled away. His smiled turned into a smirk.
"What would you never say unless you're life depended on it?" Roderich asked.
"Uhh…por que (1)?" Antonio countered.
"Vertrau' mir (2)."
"Lanzallamas (3)? Am I being attacked? Why does my life depend on it?"
"Lanzallamas," Roderich echoed for some reason. "Fitting. You have a high tolerance for heat?"
"Si. I do. Why do I need do I need to say lanzallamas?"
"If it starts hurting you, say it."
"Oh! It's a safety word! You could have said so," Antonio said calmly enough. "Why is it fitting?"
"Close your eyes," Roderich said covering Antonios' eyes with his hand. "It's just wax."
"A wax fetish?" Antonio complied and shut his eyes. "You couldn't tell me about that?"
"You'll understand when I tell you to open your eyes again," He felt Roderich pull his hand away. "You care about this shirt?"
"No, it's fine."
He felt something cold pressed to his neck and ripped down his shirt. Then, what Antonio assumed to be a knife, cut off his sleeves and removed it. He felt something drip from his right shoulder.
"Sorry!" Roderich said quickly. Something dry pressed the cut. "It wasn't that deep."
"This is why you shouldn't have knives," Antonio joked. "It doesn't hurt. Just don't go crazy and put wax in it." No response Antonio could make out. Something warm poured on to his stomach and went horizontal to the right, then doubled back. It continued for a few inches. It stopped before slightly hotter wax was applied. Antonio let out a small moan; it felt nice. Roderich stroked the area above where he was pouring; he hoped Antonio would like it. He stopped pouring and moved back to the red wax. Antonio let out another moan.
"Querido, what are you doing?" Antonio asked.
"I'm almost done, is it hurting?"
"No…I thought this would involve candles."
"I normally use candles…I wanted to do something different. You can open your eyes now."
Antonios' green eyes snapped opened. He looked down at his chest and saw three bands, two red, and a yellow one twice as big as them. Roderich fixed his glasses.
"I didn't offend you did I?" Roderich asked. "I know Alfred gets touchy about his flag."
"Can you untie me for a moment?"
Roderich untied Antonios' arms and legs. Antonio sat up carefully not to break the wax and hands went directly to the wax. It was still somewhat warm. It was like a mini Rojigualda (4) on his stomach.
"It's pretty cool Roderich," Antonio said appreciating it, instead of yelling at him. He didn't even mess up the proportions of it. "But how is this kinky?"
"Because, you look infinitely sexier now than you did before."
"Querido, don't hold back." Antonio said pulling him in for a kiss. "Thank got it wasn't some crazy rape fantasy."
Antonio was still trying to piece together the aristocrat he saw, with the man who could have burned the Rojigualda into his skin. Someone who was a lot more romantic than he led on. Roderich looked like he was ignoring whatever Alfred said and focusing more on fingering a piano concerto between Antonios' knuckles and the table.
"Dude! Specs, that's where you come in!" Alfred shouted pointing at Roderich. Ludwig cleared his throat.
"Alfred, that didn't make any sense. You just went from economy growth…to Roderich."
"Yeah! Of course! Have you seen how well Australia is doing?"
"Al, we've been over this. Roderich is AUSTRIA. Jake is AUSTRALIA," Arthur explained slowly.
"Then have you seen how well AUSTRIA is doing?" Alfred asked imitating Arthurs voice.
"About as well as Germany," Francis replied humoring Alfred. "Did you just want to show how well England raised you America?" Arthur flushed as Francis stuck out his tongue. "Black sheep of Europe."
"You bloody frog!" Arthur jumped across the table at Francis.
"Eh France, just live Brittan alone!" Alfred said getting himself into it unnecessarily.
"Why do you three always get into fights?" Germany shouted at them.
"I don't understand why you never get involved, Russia," Antonio commented.
"Da, I know. I'm just waiting for Maria to come back to me," Ivan sighed. "She's being a bit hard to get. Da?"
Antonio shook his head no and walked away slowly. He walked past Roderich and gave him a light hug before helping Maria separate Francis from England. He looked up at them and smiled.
"Honhon! I knew you'd help me," Francis smirked.
"I'm neutral amigo," Antonio countered.
"And I'm not a country anymore. But the awesome us will save your ass from England, keseseseses," Maria smirked back.
"Eh, you twats! Get back here! I wasn't done with him yet!" Arthur shouted at them.
"That's not what your pants say," Francis said fixing his hair. "Alfred not easy enough for you?"
Alfred blushed Arthur tried to start the fight all over again. Maria and Antonio held Francis back and took him to a conference room.
"You know you don't have to start shit like that," Maria chastised. "Neither of us do anymore. You don't see me trying to unawesomely partition Poland against his will, or shooting Switzy in the head though I'd really like to right now, or Antonio claiming 'undiscovered' vital regions anymore! Can't you grow up?"
"Honhonhon! Mon cheri, the baby is getting to you. You're not thinking like your normal self, oui Toni?"
"A-Actually…Francis…I'm with her on this one. I have let go most of my dislike of the guy and pretty much against everyone else," Antonio replied. "I have my moments but I wouldn't fight anyone over it."
Francis' eyelids twitched and little and sighed, "You don't understand."
"I do," They said in unison.
"Fine. If that's what you say," Francis replied shedding a single tear.
"It's okay Francis…we can help you out of this…pit fall of English proportions," Maria said wrapping an arm around him.
"Si, and nothing you can say will stop us!" Antonio said draping an arm around him.
"Oh Toni…but I think I do…," Francis replied cuddling into Toni and pulling away from Maria.
"Now amigo, I really doubt it," Antonio said brushing his hair gently. Francis was always over dramatic. Maria looked at Antonio and shrugged. "How long have we been friends?"
"Long time Antonio," Francis nodded. "Which makes it hard for me to admit this."
"I really doubt Toni will get mad at you," Maria laughed. "He's normally the most zen one of us. Just tell him your awesome secret."
"Oui, I should come out with it. Antonio, I have a crush on Roderich and want him to become a French colony!"
From the main room, screams of German, Spain, and French all mixed together.
"Le amo; y sabes eso(5)!"
"Je sais que mon ami! Je regrette (6)!"
"Jungs! Halt die Klappe! Ihr must nicht schreien! So nicht Spitze(7)!"
Roderich looked up from his ideas of a new piano concerto wondering what had happened that made the Bad Touch Trio fight like that. Except that one time Antonio and Francis fought over Lovino. Oh gott, this was another boy fight. Roderich felt his heart sink. Was he breaking up their friendship?
Ludwig walked over to the conference room and opened it. Antonio was crying and yelling at Francis. Francis was crying and begging for forgiveness for something, while Maria looked utterly frustrated.
She took her seat next to Elizabeta and remarked, "Boys. They never learn. Kesesesesese." She looked over at Vash and gave him a dirty look. "They didn't get in a fist fight at least. Dank Gott." Maria glanced over at Roderich and rolled her eyes. "Good news though, you have another admirer."
Roderich dropped his head to the desk. God damn his good looks. He looked up at Antonio. who was furious with Francis, and gave him an honest smile. Francis blew a kiss in his general direction and Antonio slapped him in the face. Arthur joined in on the fun and it turned into one huge fight. Freaking wunderbar.
(1) Why?
(2) Trust me.
(3) Flamethrower
(4) The Spanish flag without the coat of arms.
(5) I love him! You know that!
(6) I know my friend! I'm sorry!
(7) Guys! Shut up! You don't have to yell! So not awesome (lit. great)!