"Seriously, ve get to do this some more?" Gilbert grumbled. Atop his head, Gilbird sighed. Antonio was sitting a little ways away from him with his guitar clutched to his chest and sitting between his legs, his knees where drawn up to his chest and his brown wings where sprawled out behind him in a broken heap as he pouted.

"…You didn't give 'im the chocolates did you?" Francis asked. Antonio shook his head.
"It just felt wrong, somehow. I mean, forcing someone to admit their feelings all because they're drugged! Or what if he was going to lie just to get laid?! It's just wrong!" Antonio defended.

"No, Toni, vhat's vrong is not getting humped on Hump Day," Gilbert said kicking his feet into open air. The three angles were once again sitting on a roof of the collage building while they waited for Matthew, Alfred and Lovino to get out of class.

The albino was wearing a tight white t-shirt with a black vest over it that wasn't buttoned, a bandana around his neck that was akin to the German flag and his usual jeans and boots. Francis wore his hair in a loose pony tail, a white dress shirt, tan pants, a thin blue scarf wrapped around his neck and, of course, his dress shoes, perfectly polished and shining. Antonio was wearing a red long sleeve shirt under a yellow t-shirt, trying to immediate wearing the Spanish flag, a hoodie tied around his waist and loose fitting jeans held up with a braided belt.

"Ohonhonhon, so is that were these came from?" Francis teased as he tugged Gilbert's bandana down to reveal multiple love bites, the one down lower than the others looked like it had bled. Gilbert smiled and winked. "More to the point," Francis released the bandana and turned to Antonio. "This…" he gestured to Antonio's depressed green eyes, his disheveled hair, slumping shoulders and permanent frown. " 'as to stop, you are taking 'im to a bar. Tonight,"

"Him?" Antonio asked with a raised eyebrow, confused and little bit afraid of where Francis was taking this.

"Lo-vi-no," Francis tapped Antonio's nose with each syllable.

"I am?"

"Oui or we're going to play a penalty game," Gilbert chuckled evilly at that.

"…Indeed I am," Antonio agreed. Gilbert's chuckle turned into a full blown cackle.

"Oh, mein Gott,du bist zu leicht," Gilbert snickered. Antonio glared at him but if Gilbert saw it he didn't show it. When Gilbert calmed down he reached up to pet Gilbird and then started to play that annoying whistle game. Antonio pouted before aimlessly plucking the guitar strings in order to try and tune them out. It wasn't that they sounded bad; it was just that it got irritating hearing the same thing over and over and over and over again.

Every few minutes Gilbert would curse, followed by Gilbird chirping happily and then a new round of the game would start. Very repetitive, very irritating but also very familiar and comforting. It wasn't long after the third round that the Spaniard found himself playing a song with the same tune as the current whistle war.

He sighed softly and played something completely different.

It was at complete odds with how he was feeling. The song was upbeat, it was the kind of song that made people want to jump up and dance with all they've got, and yet he was feeling guilty and worn out. Guilty for almost giving Lovino those chocolates and worn out from trying and failing to get his attention. Antonio knew that, in the end, it would all be worth it.

It always was.

Right?

"Papa!" a loud voice yelled. The three angels looked down to find Alfred and Matthew standing directly below them and looking up.

"Mes bébés!" Francis cheered and jumped off the roof without a second thought. At the last minute he unfurled his golden wings and touched down gently before neatly folding them and pulling them into his back, his hair stopped glowing as they disappeared under his skin. Alfred threw his arms around Francis and hugged him. Matthew was still looking up when a sudden blush appeared.

Antonio glanced over to find Gilbert licking his lips at the Canadian.

Lucky bastard. Antonio thought bitterly.

"Hey Gill," Antonio sang, drawing the 'i' out, and forced a cheery smile. Gilbert raised a white eyebrow and looked over to the Spaniard. Antonio kept grinning as he grabbed a fist full of Gilbert's shirt and yanked him forward off the building with him as he jumped.

Gilbert yelped.

Gilbird squawked as his perch was literally swept out from under him. Antonio unfurled his wings and lightly landed on his feet but Gilbert wasn't paying attention to the ground and landed hard but on his feet none the less, however, if it wasn't for Antonio's hold on his shirt he would have landed on his ass instead.

Gilbert growled and batted Antonio's hand away. The Spaniard laughed as both angels pulled their wings into their backs. Francis was trying to hide his amusement, Alfred wasn't being as considerate, he was laughing loudly, and Matthew was biting his lip to stop from giggling. The laughter was contagious, Francis and Matthew couldn't fight it for long and found themselves laughing as well, Gilbert cracked next, he threw his head back and laughed with his friends.

Gilbird fluttered down and rested in Matthew's hair when they finally calmed down. An idea suddenly struck Antonio; he flung his arm around Matthew's shoulders and pulled him in against his side.

"Would you do me a favor or two?" he asked.

"Eh?"

"First," Antonio held up a finger then pointed it at Gilbert. "Drink him under the table-" The Prussian snorted and mumbled something along the lines of that being impossible. "-Second, would you call Lovino and tell him that we're going to the bar and convince him to come along?"

"Um…Okay." Matthew said and pulled out his phone. "But I'm not drinking against Gilbert. Have you seen his beer stein?"

~~Hello! I'm back! It's me, Larry the Time Skip, haha!~~

Francis and Arthur picked the bar because Gilbert kept trying to get them to go to a gay bar where he could flaunt Matthew around, not that going to another bar would stop him but it wouldn't be as fun. Alfred was about as happy with that as his parents had been. Antonio didn't care where they ended up so long as he could find a decent beer. Lovino hated the whole situation but had agreed to go for reasons unknown.

Gilbert had left Gilbird at Alfred's and Matthew's place and now had his fingers linked with the Canadian's. Francis and Arthur were walking close together but not touching. Alfred, Lovino and Antonio were in the back walking in a group, not really walking beside each other as they were walking with each other. Music flitted through the air as it bled out through the windows and door of the bar they were drawing closer to. Alfred beamed at the familiar building.

"Oh, I know this place, the guys dragged me here once or twice," Alfred said.

"Once or twice? What, you got so drunk you can't remember?" Lovino snorted.

"Pretty much,"

"Ohonhon, what guys?" Francis asked with a grin.

"Papa!" Alfred and Matthew whined in unison. "It's not like that!"

"Don't tease him, Francis," Arthur said.

"Vell vhen you say it like that it sounds like it's like that and vhat guys?" Gilbert asked.

"Y'know, the guy guys!" Alfred said. Gilbert looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

"Nein,"

"Ten!" Antonio laughed childishly. Gilbert groaned, having heard that far too many times before.

"The guys. Kiku, Heracles, Ivan, Yao, and Sadiq. Though I dunno why Heracles and Sadiq tag along, they fight a lot," Alfred said, mumbling the last part almost to himself.

"Unresolved sexual tension," Francis said matter of fact. Everyone groaned at him as they stepped into the bar.

It wasn't a traditional bar but one that college students needed to unwind from all the stress or perhaps to find a one night stand. It was more like a club. There was a dance floor in the center, an actual marble bar in the corner and tables surrounding it all.

The disco ball spinning from the ceiling plastered the room with the bright colors reflecting off of it from the large spot lights as they swung lazily. The dance floor was packed with couples and singles alike dancing together and brushing up against each other. The loud music could be felt as strong vibrations in their chests.

"Vicked," Gilbert breathed. He smirked and dragged Matthew into the fray, disappearing from sight.

"Uh…Since when does our solider boy say 'wicked'?" Antonio asked Francis but the Frenchmen could only shrug. Lovino scoffed and made his way to a table that was in a shadowed corner, everyone followed him and sat down. Francis let his hand rest on Arthur's leg, his fingers stroking his inner thigh every now and then. It made the Englishmen blush.

A waitress came by not too long after and asked what they wanted to drink, shamelessly attempting to flirt with Francis in the process. Antonio laughed which only confused her but that was fine by him. In the end Francis got a wine, Alfred teased him about being too old to handle a beer before ordering one himself, Lovino and Antonio played it safe with a beer of their own and Arthur ordered gin and tonic.

"Esto es un poco deprimente," Antonio said as he ran his fore finger around the rim of his beer bottle. Francis choked on his wine; he coughed and set his wine glass down. Arthur rubbed soothing circles into his back. When he stopped coughing Francis gaped at Antonio, unable to believe that he had just said the words 'this' and 'depressing' in the same sentence.

"Excusez-moi?" Francis asked.

"No ser capaz de emborracharse. Es deprimente," Antonio clarified. The three humans were looking between the angels, unable to understand what they were talking about. Francis frowned; he reached over Alfred, grabbed Antonio's cheek and pulled harshly.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

"Lig'ten up. So what if the beer sucks," Francis said and let go. Antonio rubbed his cheek and pouted at Francis.

"Just saying it could be better," Antonio shrugged going along with the cover up. His eyes lit up all of a sudden. "We should take them to Spain!"

"Dudes, we're right here don't talk as if we're not," Alfred said.

Lovino and Arthur silently agreed.

Francis and Antonio ignored him.

"Spain? But France has much better wine,"

"Dudes,"

"Not for the drink, Franny, I mean for fun! Like the Tomato Festival!"

"Dudes!"

"Oui?"

"Si? Francis and Antonio asked at the same time.

"We're. Right. Here," Alfred seethed. Francis promptly but his son into a head lock and ruffled his hair.

"Ah, so you are," He smiled. Alfred started struggling and shouting while Antonio laughed and Arthur couldn't help but chuckle into his mug.

"Alfred-san?" A soft voice inquired. Everyone looked up to see a small Japanese man with short black hair and deep brown eyes.

"Keeks! Help I'm being smothered by a viscous Frenchmen!" Arthur doubled over laughing but Antonio wasn't so lucky, he laughed so hard that nothing came out and he was left gasping for breath. Lovino's lips twitched upward before returning to a scowl.

"Are these friends of yours?" he asked politely.

"Nope," Alfred said cheerfully. "This is my dad," he pointed to Arthur, who nodded in greeting and tried to stop laughing, "This is my papa-"

"Bonjour," Francis greeted.

"This is his childhood buddy," He pointed to Antonio, who was still dying but he managed a wave. "And Matthew's best bud," Lovino glanced at Kiku then took a swig of his beer. "Guys, this is Kiku," Alfred finished. Kiku bowed in greeting.

"Stay and chat, the moron needs someone on his side," Lovino said over his shoulder as he suddenly stood and left for the dance floor. Kiku turned and watched him leave; Antonio stood and moved to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder as he did so, he tensed but Antonio ignored it.

"Don't take it personally, Lovino's temper is the shortest I've seen," Antonio said as he guided Kiku down into his seat before taking Lovino's as his new spot. "And he's right. We've been terribly mean to poor Alfred," Antonio said playfully. Kiku hid a small laugh with his hand.

"I'm sure Alfred-san took it well," Kiku said.

Alfred hid his sudden blush in Francis' elbow; he gave Alfred's hair a final ruffling before shoving him away and into Kiku. The dark haired man didn't seem to mind, he saw Francis push Alfred away after all, and he easily forgave the American for being in his personal space.

Francis stroked the inside of Arthur's leg again as they smiled at the pair of teenagers.