More of this madness, what is this?

So Gilbert's is a Vlogging channel, like Francis', called 'DasGilbird', I think of it very much like a Jenna Marbles meets Nigahiga type deal. He uses his Brother, Ludwig, in a lot of his videos, and his friends, Roderich and Elizabetha, in some of the more sketchy ones (TBH it's mostly just him fucking about though).
Antonio runs a cooking channel, 'The Tomato Gang', with his girlfriend, Emma, his Best Friend/Pseudo Little Brother Lovino, and Emma's Brother, Jan (Although Jan just does behind the scenes) They're rather popular, and do a lot of dishes from all over really (But with a lot of tomatoes, bet you didn't see that coming)
Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio were childhood friends, but all moved to separate countries for university, they kept in touch though, and now they do Collabs whenever possible, their fans call them the 'Bad Friends Trio'.

Enjoy ;)

"Hallo my birdies!" Gilbert called into the camera, flashing a giant grin, "We're gonna be doing something a little different today!"

He paused a moment, "Y'see, it happens to be my birthday in a few days, so I have some guests here to do a video with me."

Into the side of the frame popped two faces, with simultaneous calls of "Bonjour!" and "Hola!"

"That's right, they came all the way to Germany just for the awesome me!"

"We wouldn't miss your birthday for the world!" Francis cooed.

"Not when Gil has promised to buy the drinks!" Antonio added, earning him a laugh from off camera.

"Anyway," Gilbert said, narrowing his eyes at his chuckling Spanish friend, "We thought we'd mix it up for today, since there are a few of us here, so..."

They all stepped out of frame, allowing the camera to focus on the twister mat that lay on the floor behind them.

"Let's play twister."

Fifteen minutes later they were quite successfully tangled up on the mat. Gilberts brother, and appointed judge and games master was just laughing at them.

"Antonio," he wheezed, "Left foot. Green."

"Ok, I'm flexible, but I don't think that's possible." He said, turning his head in an attempt to see any place to put his foot that didn't involve him bending double.

"You can chicken out if you want." Gilbert taunted, bending to see around where Francis' face sat on Antonio's behind to properly see his frowning friend.

"I'm not sure I can." He replied, "If I try to get out of here then we all go." He sighed and began to shuffle his foot until it reached a green. "Ok," he groaned, "Francis' turn."

"Francis," Ludwig said, waiting for the spinner to stop, "Right foot. Yellow."

"That's not fair, his right foot is already on a yellow," Gilbert moaned, "Spin again!"

"Non, non, mon ami, il ne peut pas." Francis replied, an easy smirk on his face, "It's the rules of the game, your turn."

Ludwig just smirked at his brother's stuck out tongue and spun the spinner again, "Right hand. Red."

"Fick mich! You can't be serious!"

Francis arrived home to the dulcet tones of one of the Beatles' slower songs, and he smiled softly, hanging up his coat and heading for the living room.

Arthur was curled up on their largest sofa, the blanket that Francis had bought on their last trip to Italy wrapped around him and his hair a charmingly scruffy mass atop his head. He smiled at his Boyfriend's sleeping face, leaning down to kiss his forehead, "Did you really miss me that much?" he asked, flipping the man's hair from his eyes.

"'Course n't." Arthur mumbled, cracking open his eyes just a little, still hazy with sleep.

Francis just hummed doubtfully, rubbing a finger over Arthur' freckled cheek. "You're cute when you're half asleep." He mused.

Arthur just leaned forward to peck him on the lips, "W'sh y'din't leave f'r s'long," he mumbled, closing his eyes and enjoying Francis' soft touches.

Francis chuckled, "I thought you said you didn't miss me."

"Din't." He mumbled, "N'ver said tha'."

Francis smiled softly, "So you did miss me."

"Mmmn, 'lil bit." He opened his eyes again, wiping the sleep from them before continuing, "The flat's empty without you."

"Don't tell me you just sulked the whole time I was gone." Francis teased with a light chuckle.

"No," Arthur replied lazily, letting a hand peek out from the blanket to play with Francis' hair, "Not the whole time." He smiled, "How was Gilbert's birthday?"

"I'm still recovering," Francis laughed, "I don't remember most of it. I wish you'd come too."

"You know why I couldn't."

Francis hummed in acknowledgement.

"I saw the video though." Arthur smirked, "Who knew you were so flexible."

Francis raised an eyebrow at him, "What're you implying?"

Arthur's arms snaked their way around Francis' neck, "Implying?" he asked with a look of mock innocence, "I was just commenting on the fact that you seem to be able to get into the darnedest positions."

"And that holds no implications?"

Arthur began kissing down his jaw, "None. I don't know what would give you such an idea."

Francis chuckled, "So you definitely weren't saying that you wanted to see me in those positions again?"

Arthurs lips had reached his neck now, and were in the process of giving him a rather impressive hickey, "What are you talking about? I would never."

Francis was about to reply when he felt Arthur's teeth sink into his neck, he groaned, a lazy smile coming to his lips, "Who knew leaving you alone for a week would turn you into a sex fiend."

Arthur just licked the bite before leaving Francis' neck entirely, and leaning close to his lips, "I haven't the foggiest what you mean."