The car ride home gave me the strangest chills. No light conversation. No radio. Dead silence. Dead…Tense…Silence. I think Francis was actually pissed off. It's strange. I've never seen Francis so angry. I didn't even think it was possible. Mildly upset? Yes. Overly dramatic? Hell yes. Mad? This was new. And scary. To think, all it took was Arthur and me going out and getting completely shitfaced to do it. Dare I speak? This silence is kind of maddening. A girl could only take so much.

Not that it mattered. Although it was a short ride from the station to Francis and Arthur's house, it felt like an eternity. Once we got inside, no one had said a word. Not Francis. Not Arthur. Not me. to be fair, I still felt like shit from the night before and I'm sure Arthur did, too. In all honesty, I just wanted some food and a nap. Instead, I still had this enema to deal with. That's it. I couldn't handle this anymore. The silence was killing me.

"Francis…"

"Go to your room, Terra," Francis demanded flatly.

"But…"

"No," he cut me off, "Go. Your father and I need to have words. Go to your room now."

"Ok," I wasn't going to fight him. Francis was in no mood. I gave a look and a silent prayer to Arthur and quietly walked upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Good luck and Godspeed, Arthur.

Francis fought so hard to keep me here. It's strange to even remember the day he found me anymore. I sat in the street naked and cold and my son, the almost perfect stranger, offered me his hand and we never looked back. If Arthur had his way, I'd still be in that gutter. But no. Because Francis wouldn't allow it, here I stayed. Where he would always tuck me in and make sure I was ok. Without that reassurance, this room feels so cold now. And I didn't like it.

Tick…

Tick…

What the hell? I got up from my bed and walked over to my window. Visibility wasn't all that great, so I undid the latch and peered over the flower boxes to find my saving grace. Or should I say graces? "Tio!"

"Hola, chica!" Antonio called up to me with Gilbert standing next to him. What a sight for sore, sad eyes.

"What are you two doing here?" I wondered.

"Vamonos," Antonio ordered, "Y rápido."

"Si," I nodded, "Pero, por qué, Tio?"

"We don't have time to explain," Gilbert groaned, "Come on, Terra! Before Arthur or Francis see us."

"Hold on," I thought for a moment or two, "Is this a jailbreak?"

"Si!" Antonio confirmed, "Now, shimmy down the lattice and let's go!"

What was I to say no? I mean, I know Francis is mad at me and definitely at Arthur, but I also didn't want to stick around for whatever aftermath may occur. As careful as I could, I jumped out my window and onto the lattice. Scaling Francis and Arthur's house mildly hungover while Arthur got bitched at was not on my list of things to do today, but here we are.

"Esa es mi chica," Antonio threw his arm around me.

"Rumor has it," Gilbert mirrored him, "You can party. Is that true?"

"You guys were there the other night," I pointed out, "You know."

"We need more details than that," Antonio demanded, "Come on. We'll get you something to eat and take care of you."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

The way to my heart is through my stomach. And I would kill a man for a burrito the size of a newborn baby. Something tells me Antonio would know where to find one. Sure enough, a bright red food truck would have my key to salvation. Gilbert, Antonio, and I grabbed food and found an abandoned parking lock that had a nice view of the sunset. This was nice. Not to mention, the food in my belly was the life hug I was in such desperate need of. Gift from the Mexican gods, cure my hangover. And because I know you're up there having a laugh at my expense, eat shit, Dionysus. Prick.

"So, Terra," Gilbert asked, "What did you do to piss Francis off so much?"

"Nothing!" I defended, "Not that I know of anyway. All I did was go hang out with Arthur. We had a couple drinks. We got a little stupid. He's probably madder at Arthur than he is me."

"Chances are," Antonio figured, "He's not so much mad as he is jealous. Francis doesn't like to be left alone. It leaves him with his thoughts too much and he gets too into his head. Even more so, he doesn't like to be left out of things. In case you haven't noticed, he's kind of a diva."

"Francis?" I giggled, "Francis Bonnefoy, a diva? No way. I never would've guessed."

"We're resorting to sarcasm, are we?" Gilbert gave me a nudge, "Mein Gott. I have yet to meet a bigger diva than Francis."

"The only one I can think to rival him is Lovino," Antonio argued, "Maybe Alfred, if he's in the right mood."

"Definitely Alfred if he's in the right mood," I agreed, "I can see that. If Alfred's ego gets the slightest bit inflated, I think he could out diva Francis."

"You think so?" Gilbert wondered, "I'd say Lovino before I'd say Alfred."

"But here's the thing about Lovino," Antonio explained, "Lovino can be a full scaled diva, but he keeps his diva on the inside. He loves the attention, but he hates it all the same. He's the most introverted extrovert I've ever met in my life. Francis is the exact opposite. He's the most extroverted introvert I've ever met."

"I can see that," I nodded, "They get that from me. I'm the same way."

"The introverted extrovert or the extroverted introvert?"

"Why do you think Lovino and I clicked so quickly?" I pointed out, "Because we can be one in the same. I am the introverted extrovert in a nutshell. And I'm sorry that I passed that along through Rome. Because Rome sure as hell wasn't introverted in the slightest."

"God, no," Antonio chuckled to himself, "I only met Rome a couple of times before he died. But then, Lovino came to live with me and that's all that mattered."

"Consider yourself lucky," Gilbert pouted, "Germania was a pain in the ass to live with."

"Shut up, Gilbert," I rolled my eyes, "Even though Germania has his moments where he's downright insufferable, everything he did for you and Ludwig was out of love. You may not have seen it then, or even now, but Germania loved you whether you want to admit it or not."

"But he played favorites," Gilbert stared down at his feet, "He definitely played favorites. That's for sure. And it sure as hell wasn't a game I was winning."

"Gilbert," I put my hand to his shoulder only for him to shake me off, "Gilbert, do you want to know why Germania was so protective of Ludwig over you?"

"Why?"

"Because," I smiled, "He realized how badly he screwed up with Rome. And after Cronos and I brought Holy Rome back to him, Germania was going to do everything he could to keep that baby safe. And that baby would be Ludwig. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. The great kingdom of Prussia? Oh, hell yeah! He could kick more ass than anyone he knew. And he had raised him well, so that long after he was gone, that little kingdom could protect his baby brother and he wouldn't have to worry about either one of you."

A little smile graced Gilbert's face, "Really?"

"Really."

"But why me?" Gilbert worried, "Why couldn't someone more capable than me take care of that whiny pain in my ass?"

"Because no one else is more capable," I kissed his cheek, "Come on, Gilbert. You're the most awesome person I know. No offense, Antonio."

"None taken!"

"You really mean it?" Gilbert perked up, "Am I more awesome than my brother?"

"I love Ludwig dearly," I told him, "And he is the spitting image of my baby Germania, but you have something he doesn't."

"Steroidal muscle tone?"

"I was going to say your charisma," I shrugged, "But you make a valid point. Really? That's all steroids?"

"Probably."

"I thought he had the most ass kicking workout routine," Antonio wondered.

"Bench pressing Feliciano's probably part of it," Gilbert figured.

"I could see that," Antonio agreed, "If he's looking for something a little lighter, I could lend him Lovi for a while, but I think Lovi would probably try to kill him first. Catching him would be more of a workout than anything."

"Back to what we were saying," Gilbert shook off any thoughts of his brother and the little Italian boy, "So, Terra…"

"So, Gilbert," I finished off my burrito, licking the last bit of hot sauce off my fingers.

"Francis is just a big baby," Gilbert explained, "He's a whiner and doesn't like to be left out of things. Next time you and Arthur decide to go out and do shit, make sure you invite Francis, too."

"Francis was out with you guys," I tossed my wrapper into the nearest trash can, "Arthur was the one out in the cold here. Have you ever seen that boy's sad face? It's awful! I can't say no to it, man! It's a lethal combination of cute and depressing. I can't handle it. So, we went and got dinner and dinner led to drinks and drinks led to karaoke and karaoke led to us getting out of hand and arrested. I'm sure Francis is done bitching at Arthur by now. Do you guys think we should go back yet?"

"NO!" Both Gilbert and Antonio stopped me.

"Ok…?" I backed off, "And why is that?"

"Because," Antonio filled me in, "If they were fighting when we left, chances are, they're in the process of making up. You don't want to walk in on that. Their post fighting makeup sex is not something meant to be seen by the human eye. Gil still hasn't recovered from that."

"I saw so many bitemarks…" Gilbert shuddered, "So many…And on both of them. I mean, I know Mattie and I aren't exactly easy on each other, but the human body is not meant to be contorted like that."

"Gilbert!" I gagged, "No matter how pissed off either one of them is at me, they're still my boys. I don't need to know about their sex lives and how non-vanilla they are. And the same goes for you and Mattie, too."

"Sorry," Gilbert stopped.

"Maybe we should check in, though," Antonio figured, "Make sure that no one pulled something."

"Has that ever happened?" I wondered.

"I've only had to take Francis to the hospital once," Antonio confessed, "Gilbert?"

"A couple times," Gilbert winced, "You were out of town, Antonio."

"Hammy?"

"Twisted his back."

"Jesucristo," Antonio sighed out, "That boy needs to learn he's not as bendy as he thinks he is. Hold on. Let me make a quick phone call."

"Ok," I sat on the lid of the nearby trash can and waited to hear Francis' voice.

"Allô?"

"Hola, Francis," Antonio held his phone away from him, "Are you naked?"

"No," Francis assured, "I'm fully clothed. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Antonio lied through his teeth while Gilbert was trying to keep his lunch down, "Gil and I are going to stop by just to say hi. We'll be there soon."

"Merveilleux!" Francis chimed, "See you soon!"

Click.

"It's safe to take you home, cariña," Antonio threw an arm around me, "Shall we?"

"Please."

And so, Gilbert, Antonio, and I went back to Francis and Arthur's house, certainly to not be scarred. Unfortunately for me, I had to shimmy my ass back up the lattice and into my bedroom. It wasn't as bad coming up as what it was going down. I wasn't getting caught on anything. And most importantly, I wasn't getting caught by anyone. Only two people knew and they'd take it to their graves if I asked them nicely. I made myself comfortable on my bed as if I had been there all afternoon.

"Terra?" Francis spoke softly from the doorway, "Are you awake, cheri?"

"Oui, Papa," I let him in, "I'm awake."

"Good," he sat next to me, pulling me into his arms. There you are, Francis, "I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to yell at you and be angry with you. You're a grown woman that deserves to blow off steam once in a while. No matter how you choose to do it. Even if it means occasionally getting arrested. But only occasionally. I'm not bailing you out again…At least not for a while."

"Thank you, Francis," I curled into his ribs.

"So," Francis pushed my hair out of my face, "How are you feeling? Better?"

I nodded, "Yeah. What about you?"

"So much better," he sighed out, kissing my forehead.

When he got close enough, I noticed there was something amiss. Like Francis' shirt tag hanging out of the front of his shirt. I don't think that was supposed to happen, "Hey, Francis?"

"Oui?"

"Your shirt's inside out."

"Is it?" Francis looked down, a little smirk on his face.

"I'm assuming things with you and Arthur are good again, too?"

"Very."

A/N: Good for you, Francis. I'm proud of you. You and Arthur fought it out. You got some in the end. Everything's coming up roses. But more importantly, your mother (who you've treated like your daughter since day one) has been out and about with two of your best friends. Seeing Terra and Gilbert this chapter kind of melted me. She just wants Gilbert to be loved. And who can blame her? We all want Gilbert to be loved. Now, speaking of the BTT, I posted a chapter of Trouble Comes in Threes on Ao3 yesterday? Day before? I think yesterday. And one's going up tomorrow in case you're interested. There's something there for everyone. There's Hetalia for the Hetalia fans (and the shipping that comes along with it). There's Fruits Basket for the Fruits Basket fans. Hell, there's even a 50% Off reference for the Free! fans. If you do read TCIT and you find the 50% Off reference, tell me and I'll reward you with one (1) virtual hug. So, if that's all, I'll see you next chapter! xx