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8
The Bad Touch Trio
It's been thirteen days since the World Meeting. Twelve days since Maryland left home. And nine days since Gilbert found her in the park.
And she was proud to say, she hasn't been caught... Yet.
It wasn't that bad living with Gilbert, Avara decided after three days. She had less stress then she did at home, didn't have to worry a lot, and she actually did things without having others constantly looking over her shoulder.
Of course, Gilbert did have rules- but they weren't as bad as she had first thought.
She just basically had to do everything he said.
At first, her mind went to the worst possible case scenarios that he could do.
Like using her body as payment, making her kill someone ... Things like that.
But, he didn't get too bad with those things though- the worst was she actually gave her first kiss to him.
She has to say, she didn't mind it one bit, though. Not that she had feelings for him- like, loving kind. She actually started to see him as a really good friend. He had taken good care of her for the days she'd been there- sorta like a brother would do.
"Zee awesome is back!"
She grinned when the front door slammed open.
"Hey, Gil," She turned to face him as he walked into the kitchen.
"Vhatcha makin'?" He asked as he sat ontop of the table, legs dangling off the end.
"Wurst and potatos." She answered, turning back to the stove.
"Just to varn you," He started again after a few minutes of silence, "I'm going out vith friends tonight... Or did you vant me to stay?"
"No," She said, not turning to face him.
"Ava-"
"I'm fine," She looked over her shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine. You go out, the house'll still be standing when you get back."
Gilbert didn't really feel totally reassured, but he let it go, "Alvright zhen... I'll leave Gilbird here tonight so you can have company."
Avara shook her head, rolling her eyes, as she turned back to the stove once again.
"I don't get it, Gilbert," She started again after a few minutes.
"Ja?"
She paused for a moment, before turning the oven off, "The night we met. You barely knew me, why help me? And even now. Letting me stay here. I'm just gonna cause trouble sooner or later."
"Who says I don't cause trouble?"
She looked over her shoulder once more to see him smirking at her, "... I guess you're right."
They sat once again in a comfortable silence until she finished the dinner and they sat at the table, doing what they did every night for the past nine days.
Starting a food fight after Gilbert teased her about being the only state that still looks nine.
"You're a bastard," She said as she cleaned the dishes. Gilbert merely stuck his tongue out at her. "See!" She wacked him with the dish towel.
"Whoa zere, Gilbert, since when did you have a petite beauté wiz you?"
Both looked up, meeting each other's eyes before turning to look at the doorway to the living room.
"I zhought you veren't coming for anozher zhirty minutes," Gilbert grumbled.
"Sorry," Spain grinned at him, "We've done this before, didn't think there was anything different going on..."
"What is she doing here?" France asked, "Amérique is looking for her."
Mary's interest perked up when she heard her dad's name come from the other room.
"I know," Gilbert sighed, falling back onto the couch, "But I promised her zhat I von't send her back until she's ready."
"Et Germany is alright with zis?" France raised an eyebrow.
"He's been staying with Italy," Gilbert chuckled.
"That's bound to be interesting," Spain commented.
"You can't keep 'er 'ere forever," France got them back on the topic at hand, "She's eizer gonna be found out or she'll go 'ome."
"Zhen vhen zhat day comes," Gil started, "She's free to leave." He looked over towards the living room, "Until zhen, she can stay here for as long as she vants."
"You're different, Gilbert," Spain stated, "You act different with her than any other person or country."
Gilbert didn't speak for a few moments, "But I'm still zee awesome Gilbert!"
"Of course you are." All three- though they'd deny it- jumped when a girl voice spoke up. "And I'm still the hero." They looked to see Mary rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands clasped behind her back, grinning at the trio.
"You do have some of your père in you," France grumbled as Spain stood from the couch and walked over to her.
"Hola, señorita Ava," Spain smiled warmly down at her, "We didn't really get to meet back at the Conference," He stood next to her, while putting an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the couch, "But now we may. My name is Antonio Hernández Carriedo, or Spain as my country is called."
"Hola, señor Espana," Avara spoke with a fluent Spanish accent as she got pulled onto the couch with Spain sitting next to her still having his arm wrapped around her, "Es un placer conocerte."
The fluent spanish made an even brighter smile appear on Spain's face, and he looked over to Gilbert, who was still sitting on the other couch, "I like this one, Gilbert."
Avara looked over when someone else sat on the other side, wrapping his arm around her as well, "Nice to see you again, petite beauté."
"Bonjour, France," She laughed slightly.
"I didn't really get to introduce myself," The older country went on, "But I am Francis Bonnefoy, zee country of love."
"Ravi de vous rencontrer ainsi une fois de plus, et désolé pour ce que j'ai dit lors de notre premiére rencontre."
France merely blinked at her, then turned to Gilbert, "If you aren't going to marry her, I shall."
"Mira!" Spain laughed, "Her face is as red as my little Lovi's get when he gets embarrassed!"
Gilbert rolled his red eyes and motioned to the two, "Alvright, alvright, up, up! If ve gonna go, ve gotta go now."
"Oh, right- You're leaving," Avara chuckled, watching as Antonio and Francis got up- reluctantly to say. "I'll see you when you get back then, Gilbert." She then noticed the looks the three were giving her suddenly, "...What?"
The Bad Touch Trio looked at each other, and grinned.
Avara tilted her head as she looked down at her drink, "So... You go out once a month... And get wasted?"
"Yep!" All three answered with a grin.
She sighed, shaking her head, "And what do you plan after getting me drunk?"
"Nozhing," Prussia answered, leaning to rest his chin on the back of his hands that were up from his elbows placed on the table.
"Well, sober probably." France shrugged off, "We'll all be drunk."
"Mhm," She hummed, rolling her sea eyes, before landing them on Gilbert- who was merely grinning at her while the other two chatted about something or another.
They had placed her inbetween Gilbert and France with Spain on France's other side.
"Do you really think this was a good idea?" Avara mumbled to Gil.
"It'll be fine!" He grinned, "Kesese, zee awesome me vill make sure you're fine."
Everyone knows how bad England gets when he's drunk, right?
Well, since the states are America's children, and America was raised by Great Britain, the states hung around England a lot. So a few had gotten a bit of his habits as well.
Like Tennesse got her manners from him, Ellie got her love of tea- hell, some of them could even get a glance of England's 'friends' (which others thought they were crazy like the 'old man' and brushed them off).
But if one thing was sure, Ava got her drinking from him.
Avara loved to drink. It always made her forget everything that she feels is wrong with her. So, when she drinks- she drinks.
The only reason she usually doesn't is because her family hates it when she's drunk. She'd become friends with strangers- mostly ones who try to get in her pants. She'd sing at the top of her lungs- although she has a very lovely voice, she gets horrible when she's drunk. Plus, sometimes she'd go on a rant about some nonsense that no one knows about.
So, she drinks rarely- but when she does, there's no stopping her.
Like now.
Delaware expected a normal night out with Arizona...
He should've thought better.
"Hey, Aid..."
"Hm?" He looked down at her, their hands linked together by their side. They were currently walking by North Point State Park- don't even ask why they were currently in the state about to be mentioned.
"The other day... Does Mary hate me?"
"Of course not!" I don't know.
"Liar."
"Ari-"
"I'm the hero of this place and no one c-c'n take me ov'r!"
They both froze at the very familiar voice, looking over to see the currently mentioned state standing on a rock- slightly unbalanced by the way she was wobbling- grinning down at three other figures.
"Y'u t'll 'em, Sparrow!" The silver haired one yelled out.
Although it seemed impossible, Avara's grin grew bigger and she laughed loudly, before stepping- slipping- off the rock, only to fall into the same silver haired man's arms.
A harsh tug formed at the pit of Aiden's stomach, right before he felt a poke and a whisper, "Get her- I'll meet you at home," then the warmth that was with his hand disappeared and he was alone, watching his younger sister be surrounded by three men that he didn't know- although he had seen two at the World Meeting the other day.
He stood there, waiting to see what happened but something in him snapped when he saw Avara interlock her left hand with the silver haired man and her right hand with the brown haired man.
"Avara!"
Yeah, I know I'm bad at writing accents so I'm probably gonna be terrible at writing people drunk...
Spanish:
Es un placer conocerte - Nice to meet you
Mira - look
French:
Ravi de vous rencontrer ainsi une fois de plus, et désolé pour ce que j'ai dit lors de notre premiére rencontre - Pleased to meet you and again, and sorry for what I said at our first meeting.
Yeah, tell me if I get any translations wrong...