A/N: So, I got two reviews asking to continue, so here you are! And no, I'm not going to post the warnings, character, ect., becauseyou all have that in the first one! :D enjoy!
Francis Bonnefoy sat underneath a shaded willow-tree, picking at the shards of grass. He looked at the other people around him, all prisoners like himself.
He stopped his gaze when he heard a thick Spanish accent behind him, indicating that one of his friends was not too far away.
He turned and waved at the Spaniard, gesturing him to come forward and sit in the shade with him. The Spanish teenager caught on and plopped himself down, next to Francis.
"Hey, Francis!" The Spaniard greeted, smiling at the blonde.
"Bonjour, Antonio." Francis greeted back, slipping into his native language.
Antonio looked around, before turning back to Francis.
"Have you seen Gil?" He asked, running a hand through his messy brown hair. Francis shook his head, pursing his lips and looking for the supposed 'Prussian', even though the country of Prussia died out years ago.
"Ze awesome me has arrived!" A German accent sounded behind the two. The duo didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Hola, Gilbert!" Antonio commented, turning around and leaning on his elbows. A teenager with messy silver hair stood with his fists resting on his hips, red eyes staring at the Frechman who had yet to turn around.
Gilbert dropped his pose and walked up to Francis, sitting next to him with his legs crossed.
"What's up?" The albino asked, before being hushed by Antonio. The Spanish teen pointed to Francis.
Gilbert looked at Francis's face and noticed the empty stare he was giving to a direction in the distance. The brunette and albino followed the Frenchman's gaze, and found a teenager with a messy blonde mop of hair.
"New arrival." The French teen commented, getting up from the ground and standing. The two other teens shared a look, then turned to the blonde, deadpan looks on their faces.
"Que?"
Two brunette rolled his green eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.
"You'd better not rape him." The Prussian commented, crossing his arms as well.
The French blonde started laughing, causing his wavy hair to fall into his face, covering his blue eyes. "Onhonhon! Of course not!" He started to walk away.
"I'll just touch his ass."
The other two rolled their eyes, used to his behaviour. They lay in the grass, lying on their stomachs by resting on their elbows.
No wonder he was accused of rape.
Sooo... Yeah :T BAD TOUCH TRIO FOR THE WIN. Now that's out of my system, I just want to say, the first few chapters will be back stories and stuff, the story chapters are just in between. - Lolzers