Chap X – The Absolute Plan
Soooooo … Now what?
Spain, France and Prussia glared at each other, all three locked up in the conference room with no way out until the next morning since Germany simply walked away with the keys in a common agreement with Romano and England.
"Once you three imbeciles are done sorting out your control issues, we'll let you out." England spoke as he waved them off and Romano had shut the door on them with smirk.
"Until then, Ciao Bastards!"
After that, the sound of Germany locking the door was heard. They had been completely fooled. When they received the usual email informing them of a world meeting, none of the members of the ex-BTT suspected anything and they all travelled to Italy as per usual. There, they realised that the conference room remained empty aside from England and Germany's presence. Then walked in the host, which surprisingly was not Veneziano but Romano. And without a word, as if they had all agreed and planned this, the three of them walked out, trapping Spain, France and Prussia together for the rest of the night.
"Bruder! You better unlock this door right now!"
"Forget it, Prussia. This is reinforced steel and even America would take a while to go through it so you lot can just suck it up and make peace." England snapped from behind the shut door.
"Little Master? What's all this about?! Let us out!"
"Didn't you listen, Pervert Bastard? We're not opening up until you stop bitching at each other!" Romano yelled in fury.
"Roma? Wait! But why?"
"Seriously, you three have been nothing but trouble over the past few months. So we decided to have you sort out your issues once and for all!" Germany's stern voice answered.
"Oh and one more thing!" The door creaked open and England's emerald eyes glared viciously at the trio. "We are not properties. So this Out of Bound rule … be sure to get rid of it or we are keeping you here for the rest of bloody eternity!"
"Y-You're kidding …" Prussia laughed softly but England's expression was dead serious.
"Fine! Eternity it is!" And the door shut itself definitely, the younger nations walking away and leaving the older ones locked up for good.
And now what?
"This is all your fault, Spain!" France huffed angrily, crossing his arms over his chest.
"My fault?! How is it my fault?"
"You slept with Angleterre! You broke the agreement we had! I don't care if you were massively drunk or if you were sexually deprived but I will not forgive you for this! Do you have any idea how badly he took it?!"
Spain felt a sharp pain of guilt stab his heart. He lowered his head, glaring at the ground.
"I didn't mean to force him … I didn't think … he'd hate it …" He muttered. Yes, he knew England hated him but he was actually quite sure that England had enjoyed their night together. Did he hurt him? Did England really hate him that much?
"You are just clueless, aren't you?!" France yelled angrily.
"Hey Francis, calm down!" Prussia tried to intervene.
"Calm down?! You want me to bloody calm down?!"
"Ok, now you're starting to sound like England and it's freaking me out." The albino spoke but was interrupted by France yelling his lungs out and finally lashing out his anger at his friends.
"Shut up! Spain is fully responsible for breaking my little master! You did it once before and now you're doing it again!"
"What are you talking about …!?" Spain shouted back.
"You made him fall in love with you and then you broke his heart purposefully! You were only tricking him for your own sake! Hell you even tricked him into marrying you! And you know what the worst part is?! He's still in love with you even now! You just had to sleep with him and make him feel rejected again, didn't you!?"
Spain felt a 10 000 tons brick wall land on his head. England … loved him? Wait, that doesn't sound right …
"But he's … Portugal …"
"My little master has a very pure heart! He'll fall in love and will stick to that person for the rest of his life! Don't make light of the damage you caused in him!" Francis snarled in rage and then turned to Prussia. "And you! What the hell is your problem?! Ludwig and I have nothing between us!"
"He loves you!" Prussia yelled, suddenly remembering why he was angry at France.
"I didn't seduce him!"
"Well you must have unintentionally! You're just too careless and flirty with everyone!"
"What?! How dare you insult me like that! I know when to flirt and when not to! Can't say the same about you! You didn't even realise you were falling for Lovino!"
"That's right! Prussia! What have you done to my little Lovi?"
"Why is the blame on me now?! You unawesome bastards need to get glasses! Lovino and I are just … uh … friends, I think … something like that …?"
"So you're saying you would not be interested in becoming more than just friends if Lovino asked you out?" Francis challenged with a smirk.
"W-Well … uh … I would not … object to it …" Prussia blushed at the thought but then remembered the dark aura fusing from an angry Spain. "B-But what would you do if Luddy asked you out?!" He pointed an accusing finger at the French nation.
France pondered, having never really considered that situation. The other two seemed to calm down as they waited for France's answer.
"I have no idea. I never thought of that." France blinked in sudden realisation. What would he do if Ludwig asked him out?
A silence stretched in the room, guilt and confusion slowly settling in.
"Well that's awkward." Prussia sighed then laughed. The other two stared at him with shocked eyes and the Prussian had to explain his hilarity.
"I mean, we were so desperate to never date one another's brothers that we didn't notice that it turned out like that! What was the point of that rule anyway?"
"To prevent you two perverted beasts from abusing my cute little master's innocence!" France answered but he smiled too, the mood of the room lightening up.
"I don't think you're one to condemn other people about being perverts, France!" Spain laughed.
"Seriously! This is so not awesome, guys! I don't want our friendship to end like that! And Ludwig will hate me if I kill you, Frank!"
"Well, that's considering that you don't get killed by Spain before that! No wait, that won't happen since I'm killing Spain!"
"Hey, I'm right here, you know, Francia! Besides I … About Arthur …"
The light atmosphere suddenly dropped dead serious again as Spain tried to explain himself.
"I didn't mean to play around with him … at first, yes, totally! Hated the guy! But then … with the living together and getting married … you know, I really did fall hard for him. He's … so cute!"
"I know! He's the cutest!" France praised proudly like a father.
"… Seriously, I think I'm going to feel sick from all their nonsense." England muttered angrily, his face red in shame. "Bloody frog and the bloody Spaniard … I'm not bloody cute!"
"Don't forget the pure heart and innocence!" Romano sneered with a smirk. Arthur shot his friend a deadly glare while South Italy chuckled.
"Hey, I didn't say it, bastard! Complain to your Perverted French Brother!"
"He's not my brother and your Boss is acting just as much of a pervert as the frog!"
"Tch! Of course he is! The tomato bastard is a complete imbecile!"
"Agreed on that!"
"Will the two of you shut up?" Germany hissed, listening back into the Trio's conversation.
"Uh-uh! I disagree!" Prussia suddenly pointed out. "If anyone is cute, it'll be Romano!"
"Chigi!"Now Romano was the one blushing and wishing to hide in some deep pit, never to be seen again.
"Heh! This is getting interesting!" England smirked.
"Yeah! Lovi's adorable! But I still think England is cuter! He blushes like a tomato and his skin is so soft! Smooth like porcelain! And his golden hair is …"
"Actually … Ludwig has nicer hair. His are as bright as the sun! And he's strong and kind, he's so cute when he gets embarrassed too! A big softie!" France cooed with a soft blush over his cheeks.
"A big softie, uh~!" England and Romano smirked as they watched Germany freeze up, his face going various shades of red.
"Shut up …" The embarrassed German muttered but couldn't stop a small smile from cornering his mouth.
"Ha! I knew it! You like my brother!" Prussia pointed an accusing finger while grinning proudly at his own awesomness for being right.
"Wow! Well done, Sherlock!" Antonio rolled his eyes.
"Holy shit, Tonio! You sounded like Artie!" Prussia's red eyes widened in horror and shock.
"Who are you calling Artie?! I'm setting up a new rule here: NOBODY gets to nickname MY Arthur except ME!" The Spaniard growled and then paused for an afterthought. "And France, I guess."
"Is he insane?!" England growled both angry and flattered at the same time.
"Yeah, he's always been possessive. You should have seen him go on a rampage after you left. Why'd you think he sent his Armada to get you back?" Romano shrugged.
"I thought he was angry at me and wanted revenge." England turned to the Italian, tilting his head in surprise.
"That's the excuse he gave, yeah. Spain would rather die than actually have to admit that he missed you."
"Shhh, you two!" Germany shushed them and they all listened.
"Does that mean you're ok if I nickname Lovino?" Prussia smirked at his Spanish friend.
"Chigi! What is that Albino Bastard thinking?!"
"Romano! Lower your voice!"
"Shut up, Potato Bastard! This is all your bastard of a brother's fault!"
"I can't control my brother not matter what you think!"
"He's right, Lovino. When Gilbert sets his mind on something, you really don't get much of a choice but to follow through."
"Chigi! Thanks for the support, bastards!" Romano grunted.
"What on earth would you nickname him?" France frowned, unable to imagine it.
"Oh, I've got tons of ideas! Lovi, Birdie, little fire cracker, oh! I know! Lovi Bird! That sounds like Love bird! Awesome!"
"NOT AWESOME!" Lovino yelled and was rapidly muffled by the other two blondes. Luckily the trio were too loud themselves to notice.
"Nickname, uh?" France muttered pensively.
"Francisco, do you have one for Germany?"
"It better not be something sappy!" Prussia warned.
"Right, because your Lovi Bird is not sappy at all!" France rolled his eyes. "I don't have any weird nicknames … uh … most of them are for England. But I guess occasionally I call him Lou as short for Louis."
"That's like Artie short for Arthur! It's boring!" Prussia whined.
"You seem ok with Lovi short for Lovino!"
"Because Lovi is awesome!"
"Yeah, well Artie is muy lindo!" Spain snapped at the albino.
"Awesome!"
"Lindo!"
"Seriously, guys?" France laughed. "Actually … why are we even talking about nicknames in the first place?"
All three stayed silent as they thought it through.
"Why are we locked up again?" Spain scratched his head then his light bulb flashed. "Oh right! Sorry Francis …"
"Uh? Why?"
"I should have told you about the night I slept with Arthur … actually, I was really drunk that night …"
"Yeah, I guessed that!" France rolled his eyes, tone bitter. Antonio nodded.
"Yeah but that's not the only reason … I got really angry and jealous. Seeing Arthur hanging around my brother and dancing with him got me really worked up."
"Ha! I knew it! I'm awesome!"
"Shut up, Gil. So did you sleep with him to spite Portugal?" France asked with a stern expression.
"No … It was a good excuse to hold him and touch him. I just … I thought Arthur hated me so I really didn't know what to do! And I was refusing to admit my own feelings at the time. I guess I hurt him … I didn't mean to …"
"Tonio, you have serious issues, man! You need to learn to be awesome! Like me!"
"Sure, Gilbert!" France chuckled and patted Antonio's shoulder. "Alright. I'll try to forgive you ... probably will take a while, but if you hurt him again, I'll rip you to shreds, understood?"
Antonio nodded nervously under the eerie smile of his friend. Damn! France can look terrifying sometimes! Prussia laughed as he swung his arms around his two friends' shoulders.
"We are so awesome! We totally deserve to date awesome people like our bros, right?"
"Ha! Says you when you were going to kill me a minute ago!" France chuckled.
"Yeah, well, I'm still debating on that! But hey! If Luddy wants you, I can't really stop him! Besides, if we drop that rule, then I get to have Lovi Bird!"
"You really are going to call him that?"
"It's Awesome!"
"He's going to kill you when he hears this!" Antonio laughed.
"DAMN RIGHT I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Lovino shouted as the door unlocked and slammed open. Prussia perked up, all smiles.
"Lovi Bird! I got an awesome idea: I'm totally going to date you!"
"Hold on, Albino Bastard! Who the fuck said anything about dating?! And stop calling me by that stupid name!"
"Alright Birdie!"
"That's not any better!"
"If you ask me, it's miles better than Lovi Bird. Face it Lovino, you're not going to make him stop." Arthur spoke as he followed inside after the Italian.
Antonio froze up as he watched the blonde walk up to face him. France smiled and walked out of the room, pulling along Ludwig who was about to stop his brother from hug-strangulating Romano. The Italian ran off chased by the albino. Ludwig groaned in exasperation but his attention immediately was grasped by France as the smaller blonde took his hand and they left.
"F-France …? Um … About you and me …"
"You heard everything, didn't you?" France smiled knowingly. Ludwig blushed and nodded, looking away and up at the sky that suddenly looked fascinating.
"I've never thought of you this way."
Ludwig felt his heart sink from Francis' words but he immediately lightened up as the Frenchman finished his sentence.
"But I'm starting to think about it." Francis smiled.