After Francois spent the rest of the afternoon destroying whatever he could get his hands on, determined to create havoc and distance them from their 1p's.
When dinner had been prepared, by Yao this time, mostly everyone was seated at the table, although the Frenchman couldn't help but smirk, hiding it behind his hands. Luciano was sitting at the end of the table, eyes focused only on the food in front of him, he was also unnaturally quiet. Kuro had taken the seat beside him, looking just as downcast, and just as quiet. The duo would exchange words every now and then but apart from that, they were silent.
A few other's had also noticed their strange behaviour, although nothing was said. Francois felt like punching Feliciano when he saw the pathetic worried look the 1p had in his eyes.
Flavio was also absent, as was Xiao, although the latter had already eaten earlier.
Dinner was mostly silent, and quite awkward for majority of 1 and 2p's. As soon as they had finished, Luciano had stood, slamming his chair backwards before stalking up the stairs, Kuro following closely behind him. Their actions surprising the nation's at the table.
After putting it out of their mind's, they moved to the lounge room for another night.
"So ah... what did everyone get up to today?" Arthur asked, feeling the awkward tension in the air. Something wasn't right, and he could feel it.
No one answered and he swore the tension increased, not even Allen had a stupid grin on his face.
"I wanted to bake today." Oliver began calmly, catching everyone's attention.
"As I went to do so though, I found that someone had taken all of my books and supplies." The pinkish haired Brit continued, looking mildly upset.
Francois nearly cackled. He had taken Oliver's baking supplies, he hadn't decided which 1p he'd frame yet though:
The awkwardness only increased tenfold at his statement. Before anything else could be said or done though, Flavio came barreling down the stairs, long dried tear stains covering his tanned cheeks, whilst his eyes revealed just how furious he was.
"Who did this?!" The blonde Italian was livid, holding up the tatters of his most prized item of clothing; both 1 and 2p's knew that.
Every nation sitting in the lounge had been taken aback once more, at both Flavio storming into the room and holding something so important to him, destroyed.
It was silent as the blonde Italian glared at all of them, before his eyes found Lovino, and the intensity of his glare jumped worryingly.
"You!" He hissed before stalking towards his counterpart, malicious intent on his mind.
"What?! I had nothing to do-!" Lovino was silenced by the hard punch to his face, his head knocked to the side.
"You sure seemed to hate me and all my fashion sense. So I don't see know reason why you wouldn't have done so, you bastard!" Flavio spat in a dangerous tone, before swinging his fist forward once again. The darker haired 1p saw it coming though.
"Because your prissy ass can't find something to actually cry about! It's. A. Fucking. Shirt!" Lovino blew up, launching at the 2p, his hands finding the other's neck. Flavio punching him fair across the face.
The other's in the room couldn't break from their stupor, watching the argument turn into a fight, growing very serious very suddenly.
The blonde Italian had broken the other's nose, continuing to punch him in the face, whilst the darker haired male had him in a choke hold. He could feel the bruises forming on his throat. Both were screaming at each other in loud, furious Italian, and even a little bit of Latin had been thrown in.
Suddenly Feliciano screamed, trying to pull them apart, and it wasn't long before the other's joined him, successfully pulling the Italian counterparts away from one another.
"What the fuck was that?!" Alfred exclaimed, bright eyes wide as he studied both Flavio and Lovino. Both had a number of already darkening bruises, and the 1p's nose was bent and spewing blood.
The room became silent once more as they waited for either of them to explain themselves. It wasn't long before Flavio looked up from the floor, crimson eyes full of hate.
"You'd be sick to think I'll ever bond with that... dog!" The blonde spat before pushing past everyone and storming up the stairs, leaving the lounge completely quiet.
"Fuck you too!" Lovino retorted loudly as he top stomped from the room, heading to his own.
The representatives left in the room weren't able to say anything. The events that had just occurred were astounding, and also deeply worrying.
"Oh no..." Feliciano muttered sadly, amber eyes downcast as he followed his brother upstairs, wanting to be with him at this very moment.
The rest of them watching his retreating figure.
"Do any of you know what all of that was about?" Yao asked, breaking the silence.
No one answered him. Oliver only standing and heading upstairs himself, not even glancing behind him.
Lutz, Allen. Matt. Francois and Viktor were left in the lounge, none but Francois having any clue to what was going on.
"First Luciano and Kuro, then Flavio and now Oliver. I'd like to know what's going on here." Matt explained, voice stern, concealing the worry he felt for his friends.
"We don't know! We promise! We've done nothing!" Alfred proclaimed, a tone of desperation in his voice.
Francois had to leave the room before he burst his cover from laughing. He quickly excused himself to go check on Oliver before heading upstairs. He was passing through the hallway when he heard Feliciano and Lovino's conversation from behind the door.
"Francois mentioned that you were looking for me today and directed me to the back garden, but when I went out and searched for you, you weren't there." The younger Italian explained, finding the whole situation kind of weird.
The Frenchman has moved to just outside the door, his teeth clenching in annoyance as he listened.
"I was out with Antonio, Andres and Francis today, for most of the day. There's no way I was looking for you, you must be imagining things." Lovino scoffed, before hissing in pain. His brother attempting to put his nose back in place.
"Oh... ok." The auburn haired brother ended the conversation not completely sure of himself.
Outside Francois felt seriously pissed off. That stupid idiot would blow his cover, he was sure of it. He started moving down the hall once more, ideas for revenge on his mind. Suddenly something hit him; an idea. A very good idea.
He now had a place to put Oliver's things.
Not much more happened downstairs, everyone choosing just to leave it and head to bed. As soon as they walked upstairs though, they realised that some of the rooms had been switched. It seemed Luciano was staying with Kuro now, and Flavio with Oliver. Lovino and Feliciano were also together.
"Looks like we're switching rooms for the night... or two." Allen explained before heading to his own empty room. It wasn't long before everyone had found someone to bunk with, settling down for bed.
Francois was with Andres. Hiding a devious smirk, he couldn't wait to persuade his long time friend to hate their counterparts.
Shit is going to get very real, very soon. Francois's is causing some serious damage. Remember though, he isn't the bad guy, well he sorta is, but he's more misunderstood.
Thanks for reading and reviewing. I wrote this chapter back in 2018 and I wont be editing it until I finish the fanfic.
-Ella
