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"So, Toni, how're the shoots going?"

Antonio groaned and slammed his head down onto the table. "Please don't ask, Gil...it's going terrible!"

Gilbert and Francis shared a worried glance, before the latter gently approached with the question, "What is so bad about it?"

Antonio let out a soft whimper.

"Come one, Toni, tell us. Whining about it isn't going to help."

"Aaah, I can't find any decent models!" The Spaniard whined. "The last one quit the other day!"

"What about that American kid? Al what's-his-face?" Gilbert looked at Francis, as though he knew the answer.

"I have to share Alfred with Arthur." He pouted.

"Arthur is such an old man." Francis sighed, putting the wine glass to his lips.

"If I don't find someone else soon…" Antonio continued, raising his head up. "I'll have to stop the shooting entirely!"

The three sighed.

"I need someone young and exotic; I need someone fresh, and new; I need someone like…" Antonio squinted his eyes, deep in thought. "I need someone like…"

It was at that moment the waiter came up to their table and asked, "Are you guys ready to order or what?"

Antonio, distracted, only spared the waiter a second glass before sipping on the water he had—and promptly spat it out. While Francis and Gilbert asked what was wrong, Antonio turned with wide eyes towards the poor guy who'd chosen to wait on their table.

"I need someone like you!" He said excitedly.

The waiter, a short, brown-haired boy with hazel-green eyes and olive skin, stared at Antonio like he was insane. "Um…what?" He asked intelligently.

"You! I need you! Look at your flawless skin! Your beautiful eyes! Mi dios, you're perfect!"

Now, this poor, poor waiter had no idea what they were talking about, and for all he knew the Spaniard wanted him for a brothel or something of the sort. He was supremely freaked out, and slowly back away from the excited customer. "Feli?" He called. "Feli, we've got a psychopath on our hands! BROTHER!"

And then, another little waiter who was just as beautiful and perfect as his brother rushed over, only he was more angelic than the other Italian. "Ve! Lovi, what's the matter?"

Antonio just about died of happiness. "You two must be models in my photo shoots!"

Lovino back away, arms splayed out as though he could protect his brother from the man. "Hell no, you creep! C'mon, Feli, let's get out of here! Fucking pedo!"

"Ve! Lovi, what did the boss say about swearing at customers?" Feliciano scolded, even while they were both back away. Then, they turned to run—

And Spain tackled Lovino's legs from behind, knocking him over and stopping his getaway.

Feliciano turned to his brother and cried out, "Lovi!"

Lovino got up on his elbow's and shouted, "Run, you idiot! Go!"

"I'm not leaving without you!" He shook his head wildly, little tears springing up from the corner of his eyes.

"Forget about heroics! Just go!"

"Fusososososo~ I'm not letting you get away…" Antonio suddenly spoke up, getting two terrified looks from the poor Italian twins.

"You think we should stop him?" Gilbert asked, watching the Spaniard latch onto Lovino and said boy try to kick him off.

Francis shrugged and sipped some more wine.

I was looking through this and suddenly realized I didn't have anything with Spain or Romano in the oneshots.

This was the result.

IceEckos12

P.S. I know nothing about modeling. Hopefully this isn't offending any people who do photo shoots with my scant knowledge.