a/n: haven't been updating in so long because of tests and homework! But to make up for it, I decided to spoil my readers! Yey! I am beginning to really like this 'triangle' love.

"Happy Birthday brother!" exclaimed Ludwig as hi beer mug clacked with Gilbert's.

"Thank you West! And I must say, what an awesome party!" he yelled in a drunken way as he and his younger sibling laughed and tried to balance on each other's shoulder in a funny way.

"Tch," uttered Romano in a far off corner as he quietly ate some chocolate cake Ludwig had brought for the special occasion. He grew angrier and angrier the more he saw Gilbert fooling around and laughing with others.

Ludwig and Feliciano had organized a party in honor of Gilbert at his favorite bar and invited almost everyone they knew. Being Feliciano's brother, Romano had a chance to sit really close to Gilbert, but he declined it, saying he couldn't stand one idiot, even less with two around. He leered at his boyfriend from the distance, trying to ignore how much fun he was having without him.

"Oh hoh, isn't he so cute? Too bad we doing get to see much of him, ei Antonio?" asked Francis as he elbowed Antonio, who sat across Romano at the end of the table they had been assigned to.

"Oh, I guess," replied Antonio not really paying attention to the center of the room where the guest of honor and his little entourage were having the time of their lives.

"What is it? You two have a fight? You haven't looked at Gilbert since we got here!" said Francis.

"Oh, well, something like that," replied Antonio. Francis immediately got up from his seat and leaned over the table, resting his head in between the palm of his hands and glancing back and forth at Antonio and Romano, who both stared at their food, avoiding eye-contact and talking to virtually anybody.

"Come now, tell Francis all about it!" he exclaimed.

"Well, more like he's been 'bothering' Romano," he said, mumbling. Romano, not looking up from his plate, looked at Antonio from the corner of his eye.

"And Romano didn't fight back or something? What's this? !" panicked Francis as he turned to Romano shocked.

"Shut up you idiot I'm busy!" Romano hissed while he turned his body and faced another direction in his seat completely annoyed.

"Busy eyeing Gilbert by the looks of it," said Roderich sitting in the table besides theirs, drinking tea with Kiku and Vash.

"WHAT? !" yelled Romano as he turned to Roderick red with embarrassment. Antonio stared at Romano; his reaction unusual and turned back upset.

"Oh, I see, have a little thing for Gilbert, ei?" humored Francis playing along.

"He probably can't stand seeing him surrounded by other idiots," said Roderich.

"I said shut up you old fools!" yelled Romano.

Antonio then slammed his hands on the table. He seemed to have had enough.

He stood up and walked off to the direction where Ludwig, Arthur and Gilbert were busy pouring drinks into their mouths, Alfred and Ivan handling them more and more alcohol. Francis and the others stared surprised as Antonio stepped towards the wobbly Gilbert.

"Was it something I said?" asked Francis innocently.

Gilbert noticed an angry Spaniard staring right at him. He smiled and leaned his whole body against a counter as Antonio stepped closer to him.

"Hah! Hey Antonio how's it going? Enjoying yourself? I know I am! Give him a drink West to wipe that frown!" he laughed as he elbowed his brother, as if he had just made a joke, who was busy lying down on a table. Arthur and Ludwig looked up and stared at Antonio's serious face, and after five seconds, they begun to laugh hysterically, as if getting a joke Gilbert had made.

Feliciano shook Ludwig to sit up. Antonio didn't seem so pleased or cheerful as he usually was.

"Eh? Idiot what's with the long face?" asked Arthur looking up at Antonio from Alfred's shoulder now.

"Please stop bothering him," said Antonio, looking at Gilbert dead in the eyes.

"Huh? Am I bothering him?" asked Gilbert standing up straight now.

"You've been messing with him, haven't you?" asked Antonio.

"What's it to you, you damn prick?" asked Gilbert as he waved his hand in a drunken way.

"It's everything to me, you asshole!" yelled Antonio as he pulled up his fist and struck Gilbert in the stomach. Gilbert stepped back from the hit and coughed a little. Ludwig and Arthur immediately tried steadying Gilbert up, but instead the man waved them to step away. The place went quiet, all eyes on them.

"Look I don't wanna make you cry, so step away before something bad happens."

"You drunk idiot, what do you take me for, a moron? !" yelled Antonio.

"Calm down, what are you talking about?" asked Gilbert drunkingly.

"I know what you've been doing Gilbert, I don't like It one bit," said Antonio.

"What?"

"I know you've been doing it!" yelled Antonio as he grabbed Gilbert by the collar and pressed him against a wall. Everyone in the tavern held their breath.

"What's with you Antonio? You just don't punch someone and drabble on nonsense!" exclaimed Arthur annoyed as he snatched out of his drunken state.

"What's he talking about brother?" whispered Ludwig as he leaned close to Gilbert.

"Just be quiet," mumbled back Gilbert as he rubbed on his drooling mouth of the drips of alcohol as he gave himself time for his eye sight to stabilize.

"Oh, so nobody knows? I would have at least guessed you of all people to have blabbed about it," laughed Antonio sarcastically, itching for a promising response from Gilbert. Romano could see Gilbert just getting more and more impatient in his stare.

"Antonio get back here!" exclaimed Romano as he bolted up from his seat, sensing the weird looks everyone was giving Antonio.

"If you want to take your sexually deprived anger at me be my guest, but I prefer to this private to save yourself some face," smiled Gilbert trying to stop Antonio from looking like a crazy fool in front of everyone.

"Tch, trying to keep up the secret? I want to know right now whether it's true or not."

"Whether what is true?" asked Gilbert, trying to give him one last chance to step off. Antonio felt like he was being mocked.

"WHETHER YOU AND ROMANO ARE-!"

Gilbert raised his arm and punched Antonio across the face as hard as he could, knocking Antonio off his feet. He fell on his butt, giving a small yelp. Everyone got up from their seats and crowded around the two curiously. Ludwig held Gilbert back, his arms locked around with his, to prevent his older brother form tearing off Antonio's face which appeared like he wanted to do. He growled and kicked in the air at Antonio's direction and hissed.

"Get up bastard! I thought you wanted to fight!" he barked angrily at the man.

"Get out of my way idiots!" yelled Romano as he shoved people out of the way. He knelt down besides Antonio and placed his hands on the side soft his face to check on his bruised face.

"Feliciano come over here and help me get him home," he mumbled.

"B-but what was big brother going to say?' asked Feliciano as he headed for the two. Romano swiftfuly turned to Feliciano, looking cross.

"Never mind, your just like the rest of them!" he yelled as he pulled up Antonio, who was having a hard time balancing himself as he covered half of his face in pain and shame with his free hand. Gilbert stood by, his arms crossed after finally calming down, as he stared at the two impatiently.

"What's going on Gilbert?" asked Ludwig again, whispering into his brother's ear as everyone else in the room started talking again.

"I don't know myself West," said Gilbert as he shoved thru the crowd and headed to catch up to Romano and Antonio outside in the dark, cold, parking lot.

He spotted the two, Romano struggling to open the car. Gilbert twitched when Romano reclined on the vehicle and being smothered by the weight of Antonio and his limp body.

"Gilbert get out of here!" yelled Romano as Gilbert pulled Antonio off of the poor Italian. Gilbert opened the door as well; Romano got in the back and pulled Antonio in, his head on his lap. Gilbert kept staring a little nervous.

"What is it?" hissed Romano as his face turned red.

"He better stay unconscious," he mumbled as he closed the door. He then opened the driver's side and got inside.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Romano annoyed.

"Driving you home, what else?" said Gilbert innocently smiling as he pulled his hand out to Romano for the keys. Romano angrily took out his keys and threw them at Gilbert's face.

"Geez what's wrong with you? Your attitude is not amusing to me," said Gilbert as he turned the engine on.

"What's wrong? You punched Antonio in the face!"

"He was going to give people the wrong idea!"

"So what? ! You humiliated him in front of everyone! I can't believe you! G-Gilbert you-!"

Romano started crying. Gilbert turned around din his seat.

"Look, I know what I did was pretty unnecessary, but there's no way I'm apologi-"

"No! I'm angry at you for hitting him, but I'm glad you defended us!" mumbled Romano past his small cries as he wiped his face.

"I don't care what people think of me. I only think of defending you," said Gilbert rubbing Romano's hair as he gave a small smile. Romano cleared his throat and with quivering, watery eyes, looked up at him.

"Gilbert, that's so sweet," he muttered.

"You think? Now c'mon and wipe up that cute little face before I decide to throw myself at you and have sex with Antonio in he-"

Romano smacked Gilbert in the forehead.

"Ow! What did I-!"

"Don't think you're off the hook for punching him! I'm going to give you hell at home!" yelled Romano turning around.

"Got you," mumbled Gilbert rubbing his head as he looked back to back-up the vehicle.

"Um, by the way, don't you want to get back to your party? I mean, it is your party."

"Oh, they don't need me," smiled Gilbert. Romano turned back to see Ludwig, Feliciano and a few others outside in the parking lot running up to the vehicle confused.

"I never asked you to come," said Romano, "just because you feel bad."

"If I wanted to be at the party, do you think I'd be driving the car of my x-best friend I just punched in the face that's in love with the same kid I am?" asked Gilbert point blank with a stressed face expression.

"When you put it that way, you make it sound awful," mumbled Romano, returning him the expression.

"Exactly."

"You know, maybe we should let everyone else know where we're going," mumbled Romano as he checked his phone with 50 missed calls.

"Eh," Gilbert stopped at a red light," maybe your right, West left me about 20 voice messages," he said checking his own phone.

"Oh really?" replied Romano back annoyed.

"Yeah, I'm not answering back though, I don't need a phone to be yelling at me-"

"GILBERT STOP THE CAR!" yelled Romano loudly as he came to realize something he'd missed. Gilbert stopped startled.

"What? ! What's wrong with you yelling at me like-?"

"You fool your drunk! Get out of my car!"

"What? NO!"

"You couldn't even stand straight! Get out of my car! I don't want to die!" cried out Romano as he began kicking Gilbert's seat from behind.

"Hey quit that or I'll really get us into an accident!" cried out Gilbert.

"Well get out of my car!" cried out Romano.

"Why should I?"

"Just get out-!"

"Mnnn."

The two stop arguing as their parked on the side of the road, Antonio's whimper breaking the fight.

"Okay get him off of you first," muttered Gilbert.

"What? !"

"Just do it!"

"Romano," whimpered Antonio as he clawed on Romano's jacket.

"NOW."

"Look Gilbert-"

"I don't like it!"

"He's just sleeping-"

"And your face is just red-"

"Gilbeeert," he moaned.

"I think I just felt my soul twitch," muttered Gilbert.

After two more minutes of arguing, Gilbert miraculously got them home. As Gilbert took Antonio into his room, he made an awkward face.

"I think he just grabbed my ass," he muttered.

"Oh shut up," growled Romano as he locked the door and texted his little brother saying he was home.

As soon as Romano tucked Antonio in his bed, Gilbert grabbed some cream and started applying it to the man's face.

"You punched him really hard," muttered Romano.

"I was pretty angry," said Gilbert as he sat in a small wooden chair beside's the Spaniard's bed.

"You were pretty angry," repeated Romano.

"I was ready to really kick his ass," said Gilbert.

"Were you?" asked Romano as he stood behind Gilbert and looking at Antonio's face.

"Are you still mad at me?" asked Gilbert as he closed the container, some cream still on his hands. Romano grabbed Gilbert's face and pulled it close to his own. He looked at the man's face for a good three seconds before deciding to kiss him. Gilbert felt his tongue being slit into his mouth; he grabbed Romano's waist as the small man raised a leg on Gilbert's lap.

"Not now," mumbled Gilbert, still feeling a little upset.

"Shut up," whispered Romano as he pressed himself against Gilbert. It was enough to sway Gilbert into pulling the Italian kid higher on his lap; soon the two fell over together on the chair, Romano on top of the albino man.

"You okay with just this?" asked Romano.

"I'm turned on either way kid," he smiled as he grabbed on one of Romano's hands. He pulled his free hand over Romano's back as the Italian kept pressing himself harder and harder against Gilbert.

"Shit I feel like my pants are going to set on fire," huffed Gilbert laughing.

"That's the shittiest thing I've ever heard," whispered Romano passively as he kept sucking at Gilbert's neck.

"Are you so turned on you don't even care Antonio's bed is right there?" asked Gilbert.

"Shut up!" growled Romano as he bit Gilbert, " I put sleeping medicine in his water, he's going to be knocked out for a good day," he huffed.

"Sneaky brat," smiled Gilbert.

"Drunken idiot," uttered Romano," now shut up and do me."

"Now that's the shittiest thing I've ever heard."

"Did it work?"

"Some other time."

Romano clawed harder on Gilbert's hand.

"Ow!"

"You selfish bastard! Seeing you with those other bastards made me real angry! The least you could do is fuck me right."

"I'm getting tired of your attitude," mumbled Gilbert as he got up, scooping up Romano also, who was busy trying to unbutton Gilbert's coat.

"But don't come bitching at me about feeling sorry for the Spaniard," growled Gilbert as he left Antonio's room and kicked open Romano's.

"That was unnecessary," whispered Romano, too busy clinging to Gilbert. Of course, fear of heights.

"Why do you say that?" asked Gilbert as he let Romano on the bed first as he unbuttoned his coat and closed the door.

"I already knew you were coming over, so I left my door open."

"Really now? You planned on me punching Antonio and coming to your home?"

"Something like that," said Romano as he took off his jacket and shirt.

"Stop lying to me," smiled Gilbert as he climbed on the bed, shifting the weight on it, and pulled over the sheets on his back.

"Why the sheets?" asked Romano.

"Why the pants still on?" asked Gilbert.

"To make it more fun for you," muttered Romano, turning away embarrassed.

"Likewise," said Gilbert as he unzipped his own pants.

a/n: i'll eventually put a chapter describing them actually doing the deed!

review~! xD