"Okay, so the awesome me has come up with the most awesome plan ever!" The red-eyed East German proclaimed excitedly.

"And what would that be, mon ami?" Francis, the blonde Frenchman, replied with a somewhat bored expression as he reclined on the sofa in Antonio's dormitory.

"It had better not be anything involving Romano again," Toni's voice floated in from the kitchen. "Mi pequeno tomate is just about ready to knock my head off with all these pranks you've been pulling lately."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Toni, this plan is a thousand times more awesome. And anyway, pranking that sourpuss is getting boring!"

"Then what do you have in mind?" Francis sighed, fiddling with the end of his loosened tie.

A mischievous smirk appeared on the albino's face. "A dare."

Antonio popped his head around the doorframe, a similar expression on his face. "What kind of dare?"

"Mmm, do tell," Francis leaned forward on the couch eagerly.

Gilbert sniggered to himself – the Trio was always up for a dare.

"I was thinking we have a little… competition," he began, almost conspiratorially. He paused for effect.

Francis rolled his eyes. "Mon Dieu! Spill it already!"

Pulling a face at the impatient Frenchman, Gilbert continued. "We each pick a girl's dorm, break in and take something without waking them up."

"What's the fun in just taking something?" Antonio piped up, munching on a raw tomato.

"That's what the competition is for," Gilbert explained, leaning back against the couch. "I say… ten bucks for a pair of underwear, twenty for a thong, twenty-five for a bra-"

"And what if we brought the girl back?" Francis interrupted with a sly glint in his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "How much would we get, then?"

Both Gilbert and Antonio deadpanned, neither saying a word.

"What?" Francis protested, raising his hand defensively. "It was just a question, mon dieu!"

"Mi amigo, you are a rapist in training," Antonio laughed, taking another bite of his tomato. "You think you'd be able to get a girl out of her dorm by force?"

"Ohnohnohn, not by force…"

"FRANCIS! Mein Gott!"

*some German, Spanish or French word/s for 'linebreak'*

Darkness had descended on the campus, and not a leaf on a tree nor a blade of grass stirred in the balmy night. Three silently, ill-intentioned shadows broke from the cover between two buildings, each heading separate directions with a different goal in mind.

Francis chuckled quietly to himself as he dashed through the sleeping courtyard to the end of the girl's west dormitory. He knew exactly where he wanted to go for this little 'dare' of Gilbert's.

His destination in sight, the blonde Frenchman slowed to a trot and approached the window cautiously. The light wasn't on, and it would be safe to assume that the occupant of the room was fast asleep by this time. And, knowing his naïve little target, the window would surely be open to some degree to let a fresh breeze in sometime during the night.

Francis had to restrain the urge to rub his hands together gleefully. Ah, how simple gaining entry would be… and once inside… he smirked with an almost evil glint in his eye.

Did Gilbert really think he was just going to take a pair of underclothes? No, no, that wasn't the way the Frenchman operated.

Seeing the edge of the window slightly ajar, Francis grinned hungrily and slowly eased it fully open. He glanced around for any signs of people that would hamper his 'mission' before hopping inside. Francis actually preferred entrance by window… doors were too conventional for his tastes. And it added a certain level of thrill to the encounter.

Shutting the window behind him, Francis turned and surveyed the dark room he had entered. From the pale lamplight filtering in from outside, he managed to make out the impeccably ordered desk and dresser drawer he had always sat on when he visited, and the single-sleeper bed pushed up against the far wall, behind the presumably-locked door.

Padding over the smooth wooden floor, he approached the bed, trying his best to keep his perverted nature in check… for the time being.

*le cock-blocking line break strikes again!*

You were sleeping quite peacefully, having just finished a last-minute research assignment and still suffering the fatigued after-effects of the rough-and-tumble soccer practice. The warm, fuzzy feeling of almost coma-like slumber had a firm hold on your brain as your body recovered and your mind rested.

That was, until a sudden, unexpected warmth assailed you from above, accompanied by a weight that was certainly heavier than the blanket covering you. Subconscious suspicions arising, you were grudgingly brought out of your rest and alerted that something was slightly amiss – though your groggy mind couldn't identify exactly what.

Opening your eyes and blinking a few times to adjust to the cloying darkness, you were still for a few moments as you tried to figure out what the odd weight was covering you. Your senses were alerted to the feel of warm breath on the back of your neck, and the scent of some cheap French cologne drifted past your nose.

Rolling your eyes and sighing, you figured it could only be one person at this time of night, trying to harass you in your sleep. You buried your head in your pillow in exasperation.

"Francis, get the HELL off me."

"Ohnohnohn, that would be no fun now would it, mon cheri?" the Frenchman chuckled, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

You fought down the mad blush that was creeping up your cheeks. Damn the bloody frog and his effect on you… stupid hormones. He wound his arms around your waist and you rolled over to try and throw him off, but he just pulled you against him tightly, not leaving any room for escape.

You sighed nasally. "Don't you have other people to molest at this time of night?"

"Non, none of the would be this…" he ran a bold hand down the back of your leg, "entertaining."

"Hey!" you squawked, instinctively trying to elbow him on the gut.

Taking advantage of your more vulnerable position, Francis flipped you onto your back and pinned your arms down, straddling you and smirking. "Now what, mon amour?" he chuckled.

"If you don't get off of me this instant," you hissed, "I'll scream so loudly that campus guards will be down here in seconds!"

"But we both know that you don't really want that," Francis winked, lowering himself so that his face hovered mere inches from your furiously blushing one.

Mustering your scattered composure, you snarled, "Dare to test me?"

"I have no need to," the Frenchman's smirk widened. "I could silence you before you even had the first syllable out that pretty little mouth of yours."

Growling indignantly, you bucked your hips suddenly, sending the infuriating blonde tumbling to the floor. It was late, you were tired, and you had lessons in the morning. This isn't exactly what you wanted to spend your precious sleeping time doing – being molested by a pushy (though undeniably attractive) Frenchman.

Your own momentum carrying you off the bed, you landed heavily ontop of a newly-winded Francis. Sniggering at the reversed positions, you sat down heavily on his stomach, satisfied when you heard the breath whoosh from his lungs.

As he coughed and gasped for air, you sneered with folded arms, "You forget that I do judo out of school, moron."

"Remind me not to forget that in future," Francis groaned, trying to catch his breath.

"You better not," you grumbled. "Now get the hell out of my dorm, I have lessons in the morning, unlike you."

*the time-travelling linebreak will now transport you to your next location*

"I can't believe she hit the awesome ME with a baseball bat!" Gilbert moaned from the kitchen, where he sat in a chair, nursing his bruised temple with a bag of frozen peas from Toni's freezer. "Who keeps a baseball bat in their dorm anyway?"

"Haha, mi amigo, you just picked the wrong girl!" Antonio held up a black lace bra triumphantly as he danced around the living room. "I had no problems with that little tomate!"

Francis sighed and closed his eyes, sprawled over the couch again. "Mon ami, I think you're the only one who got anything positive out of this little dare. Now shut up and let the rest of us nurse our wounded egos."

"AND HEADS!" Gilbert added from around the corner.

"Oui, our heads too."