A/N: AGH! I had this written whilst I was in Spain, IN JANUARY! Why did I not purplish this...? ugh. I need to learn to stop procrastinating... meh, I'll start tomorrow.
Do not own characters, just the story plot.
Just want to clear something up! Francis, Antonio and Gilbert are NOT a rapist, pedophile and pervert, they were ACCUSED of rape, pedophilia and perversion, that does not mean they did it.
On with the show!
Alfred F. Jones stared at, what he had dubbed, 'Bad Touch Trio', glaring at what he thought was clearly a rapist. His eyes narrowed further as they found their way to the possible pervert and the pedophile, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
He turned to look back at the accused rapist, after sharing a look with his brother, Matthew Williams. They had changed their names, trying to hide their identities and not get arrested. They hadn't succeeded.
The two were arrested for identity theft, as the two were commonly confused with others, and decided to make a living out of it.
But Alfred and Matthew both agreed that even if they may be criminals, they would never go as far as to physically hurt others, especially in the way they thought Gilbert, Antonio and Francis did.
Matthew turned his violet eyes towards the Frenchman too, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. He pushed an annoying piece of curly hair behind his ear, only for it to slip into his line of vision again.
The Frenchman continued to walk towards the blonde teen, talking to what looked like his twin.
"Bonjour!" The Parisian greeted, resting a hand on the blonde's shoulder. The blonde turned around, glaring at the French male.
The strawberry-blonde glared too, standing next to his twin.
"Do we know you?" The two asked simultaneously, raising their left eyebrows.
The other blonde shook his head, smiling.
"Non, but I would like to get to know you." He replied, grabbing the blonde's left hand and the others right, kissing them both on knuckles.
The twins shared a look, blushes covering their light freckles. They turned back to the Parisian, smiling.
"I'm Arthur." The blonde commented.
"I'm Oliver." The other supplied.
"Well, I'm Francis, mes petits lapins." He said, dropping their hands.
The twins tilted their heads, clearly confused.
"Did you just call us rabbits?" Arthur asked, a thick English accents masking his words.
Alfred rolled his eyes, 'Great pickup-line, Frenchie...'. Matthew must have had the same trail of thought, as he was smiling with a hint of amusement in his lilac irises.
"Oui." Francis replied, smiling.
The twins looked at each other, clearly unamused.
"Bloody Frog." The two spoke, turning away and walking towards the shaded trees.
Alfred and Matthew smirked, looking at the Frenchman, seemingly mocking his failure.
The French citizen seemed to notice, glaring at the brothers before walking away, back to Antonio and Gilbert.
Alfred looked back at the twins, as the bell went, signalling that it was the end of association time was over. He saw the twins exchange a last few words before turning to go separate ways, with Oliver going to the A block - where the mass murderers and murderers went -
and Arthur heading towards the C block - where the helpers of the murderers and thieves were held.
Alfred and Matthew turned to go to the B block, casting one last glance at the twins.
Francis noticed this, turning and glaring at the American and Canadian, before continuing to the A block with Gilbert and Antonio.
This meant war.
So... Yeah, *coughs*... Right.
so, what do you guys want? FrUK or USUK? ((I have a feeling y'all are gonna vote for the latter, and though I personally don't mind, I kinda have quite a big idea for FrUK... *shrug*))
TIL NEXT TIME PEEPS!