Chapter 2: Emotions Run High

An alarm bell rang, waking up Gilbert. He leaned over and slammed down the snooze button. He then collapsed down on the bed and closed his eyes. He felt movement behind him and he looked over. Antonio was sleeping next to him, his mouth slightly open. Gilbert then looked to his right and saw Francis on his back, muttering under his breath.

The Prussian looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall what had happened. A tear came into his eye as the image of Roderich and Elizaveta, kissing, crawled into his mind. He turned over and curled into a ball as much as he could. The movement stirred Francis, as his mumbling ceased. He turned his head to look at the other man.

"Gil?"

Gilbert sniffed. The Frenchman's arms were soon wrapped around him. He could feel fingers stroking his hair.

"It's okay, Gilly. You don't need 'im anymore. You 'ave us to look after you."

"Danke, Franny." He mumbled. "I really appreciate ze awesomeness."

Francis chuckled. One again there was movement from the still sleeping Spaniard. Or at least he was. Antonio stretched in his sleep and yawned.

"Morning, amigos. Beautiful day."

"Ja," mumbled Gilbert as he turned to face him.

Antonio shifted closer and wrapped his arms around the gloomy nation.

"We're here for you, amigo. If he doesn't want to be with you, then he's missing out on something amazing."

"You zink so?"

"Si, amigo. Nobody is as awesome as the Great Prussia."

A small blush appeared on Gilbert's face and a smile on Francis'.

"He's right, mon ami. We've always been zere for one another, so why should we stop now?"

Gilbert smiled and chuckled as the blonde nuzzled his face into Gilbert's neck. Antonio slowly began to kiss the albino's forehead. Gilbert moaned as Francis began to give him butterfly kisses on his neck. Two hands began to climb up his body, exploring every inch of his skin. His clothing was slowly pulled away and thrown onto the floor. Smooth fingertips began rub themselves in circles on Gilbert's nipples, making him squirm. The movement of Gilbert's hips against theirs, made the two older nations groan.

Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting the heated moment. Francis pulled away and the two nations watched him.

"'Allo? Oui, zis is he. Who?" There was silence and Francis' hand and whole body stiffened. "I understand zat, you whore bag. 'E doesn't want to speak to you or your little hussy eizer." There was snarling coming from the end of the phone. "Au revoir, putain."

And Francis slammed the phone down. He looked at the other two.

"Sorry about zat."

Gilbert smiled and hugged the Frenchman. Soon, Antonio joined in and they stayed like that for several minutes.

Around about three o'clock, Gilbert was back to his normal self, loud and egotistical. The other two nations were glad that Gilbert was himself and soon they were going to continue their fun nights now. With no more interruptions.

They were sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing Call of Duty. France and Prussia were playing against each other and Spain was egging them on but on as half heartedly as he did. His mind was wandering back to what had happened this morning.

He had just cheated on his boyfriend! He had just committed the most villous act that he could do. He may have not gone all the way with Gilbert and Francis but they could have done if the phone hadn't ringed. He didn't know why he had done it, him and France! They had just been there to comfort the Prussian through his grief. But it had soon turned from comfort to lust. Well, this is what he got for being a passionate country.

"Antonio?"

Antonio looked up and saw his two friends looking at him.

"You okay?" asked Gilbert.

"Yes." Said Antonio, smiling. "Great."

Francis and Gilbert looked at each other and then back at the Spaniard.

"Antonie, we've already had one of our trio upset, we don't want another one." Said Francis. He shuffled closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, tell us what's wrong, mon ami."

Antonio sighed, trying to figure out what was the best way to say what he was about to say. "Well, with what just happened...I...this morning."

The nations nodded and the Spaniard continued.

"Well, I'm just slightly nervous that it'll happen again and that it will ruin my relationship with Romano."

"So," said Francis. "You want it to stop?"

"Si, amigo. I know you did your best to make your old relationships work out...but they didn't. But I do."

Gilbert stared at his friend and Antonio looked at him.

"Zat is so true, Toni. Ve have picked ze vrong guys but you haven't. You do vhat ever you have to make it awesome!"

Antonio smiled, resurringly.

"So," perked up Gilbert. "Shall ve get vasted on ze German beer I brought?"

"I stick wiz ze wine, Gil." Francis replied as Gilbert began to get up on to his feet and heading off to find the alcohol.

"Suit yourself. Tonio?"

"I'm good, gracias."

Gilbert sighed and headed off to get the beer.

Three hours later, the Prussian was, indeed, wasted. Silly awesome Gilbert...

"So, what do you want to have your supper, Gil?" said Francis, coming back into the living room.

"Whatever you've got in your kitchen." Said Gilbert, not taking his eyes off the television screen.

They were both watching the French X-Factor. Luckily, the Prussian knew French as the trio knew each other's languages and that's what they loved most about each other.

It was Saturday and Antonio had gone out to dinner with his little Romano, leaving Francis and Gilbert to themselves for the night. The two were slightly bored without the Spaniard, they didn't think it was fair to have fun without one of the Trio missing. It was part of their pact.

"Ya know, ve vouldn't be having zis problem if Toni was here. He'd know vhat to have."

"He would, indeed." Said Francis, chuckling. "Tell you what, I'll order a take away. Save on ze bills."

The Prussian chuckled as the blonde picked up the phone and began to dial the number of a local takeaway. After ordering a large portion of chips, two pizzas and a two litre bottle of Coca-Cola, the Frenchman put the phone down and snuggled into Gilbert, after watching Lady Gaga performing, the doorbell rang and Gilbert went to answer it, taking Francis' money with him.

Soon, the two began to eat and were watching a film called '27 Dresses'. As the scene where Jane was displaying her wardrobe of bridesmaid's dresses, Gilbert noticed that there was only one slice of the tomato and cheese pizza left.

"Are you vanting this slice?" he asked.

Francis looked at the albino. "I don't mind. We could always share it. If you want to."

Gilbert shrugged. "All right zen."

He took hold of the pizza slice and held it out to the blonde. Francis took hold of his wrist and took a bite. A little of the tomato sauce slipped onto Francis' cheek causing Gilbert to snigger.

"Here." He muttered.

He wiped the sauce off with his thumb, and then held it out. Francis took hold of his thumb with his lips and began to suck on it, getting rid of the sauce. Gilbert's breath was hitched as he watched the devious Frenchman suggestively sucking his thumb. After a few more sucks, Francis let go. He took hold of the bitten slice and threw it back into the box. Gilbert then leaned in and kissed the Frenchman. If there was one thing Gilbert knew he was so awesome at, it was kissing. But not only was he, the Great Prussia, awesome at this little foreplay but so was the blonde he was kissing...and being the country of love, kissing Francis had its perks.

The Frenchman's tongue trailed along his lips begging to be allowed in. Gilbert opened his mouth, pushing his own tongue inside. The two nations soon explored every corner, every inch of each other's mouth. Hands began to wander up thighs, caressing, squeezing. Buttons and shirts were removed and pulled away. Soon, the two nations were lying on the couch, the shirtless. Gilbert, who was on top, removed his mouth from the blonde's and began to nibble at his sensitive skin. Francis squirmed underneath the albino, his hips grinding against Gilbert's.

"Gil...you bastard...you're a fucking tease."

Gilbert sniggered against Francis' neck. He gave it one last kiss and towered over his new lover.

"Vant to go a little more?" he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

Francis smirked up at him. "Oui, mon cher. Toujours."

Meanwhile at the restaurant...

Antonio looked up from his menu to his little Romano.

"You ready to order yet, mon querido?" he asked, sweetly.

"In a minute, you dumb tomato bastard!" the Italian snarled.

"All right, all right."

Antonio sighed and sipped his tomato juice. Every time, he and Romano went out to a nice, relaxing and quiet restaurant, it was always took Romano a good twenty minutes or more to figure out what he would like. It was a little quirk that Antonio loved about Romano.

On his little drive to Feliciano and Romano's house, Antonio's thoughts had done nothing but wander back to that morning that he, Francis and Gilbert had kissed. He had done nothing but about it, for the last four days. He knew that the more he thought about it, the more he knew that the act and reminiscing was of him cheating on Romano and ruining his relationship.

Hopefully the night would make him forget all of that.

"Right." Said Romano, bringing Antonio back to reality by snapping shut his menu. "I know what I want, do you?"

"Si." Said Antonio, taking another sip from his juice.

Suddenly, an image appeared in Antonio's mind. It was of Gilbert and Francis lying, butt naked on a bed, clothes and hair matted and askew. They were both blushing furiously and panting hard.

Kiss us, Toni. Said Francis, reaching out a hand

Please, make love to us. Said Gilbert. Forget Romano. Come to us.

Soon they leaned towards one another and began to kiss wildly.

"Antonio?" said a distant voice.

Antonio was once again snapped back to reality. "Q-que?"

"Are you ready to order, sir?"

Antonio looked up at a waitress, who was looking at him quizzically.

"Uhh, si, si."

As the waitress began taking the orders, she began to shoot flirtiest looks over to Romano who soon gave her a death glare, at which she backed away slightly. As soon she finished taking the orders, the waitress quickly walked away, shooting Romano a filthy look. Antonio chuckled.

"You're so protective of your sexuality, mi amor."

"Shut it!" the Italian snarled, but blushed none the less.

Antonio sniggered. "So, what have you been doing these past few days?"

"Nothing really. Just been watching television, a few films and having to suffer my fratello and his potato loving boyfriend kissing all the time and grinding against each other."

The Spaniard awed like a fan girl.

"I knew they were right for each other. Just like I knew Arthur and Alfred was an item."

"Them two idiots are dating?"

"You didn't know?" Romano shook his head. "Oh, I thought Feliciano or Ludwig would have told you."

"They didn't. They think that I want nothing to do with the World Meetings."

"And do you?"

"No way!"

"Then you've answered your own question. Anyway, I found out from Francis when he went. I wasn't well and Gil was looking after me. Anyway, half way through the meeting when it was Arthur's turn to speak he didn't talk about what was going on in his country. He just went up to Alfred and declared his love in front of all of those countries. Alfred was shocked at first but then he recovered and kissed Arthur on the mouth."

"Seriously? He did that, all in front of every single country?"

"Si. Everyone was glad that they had finally let loose all that sexuality that they'd been bottling up."

Romano scoffed and took a sip of his wine. "I've never thought them two getting together. I couldn't see it."

"Well, now you're eating your own words." Said Antonio.

"Romano scoffed. "So, what are you doing? Are you still hanging out with my brother's boyfriend's brother and that wine loving jerk?"

"So what if I am? They happen to be my friends, mi amor."

"Psh, sure they are. Even after what happen between you and Francis all those years ago."

"That's in the past now, Romano. You should forget about it and move on. I have."

"Yes, but you do realise that he went after me four or five times."

"Si, I do. I remember all of it. But I've put it all in the past and we've all laughed about it. You should too."

"I don't think I could, Antonio?"

Antonio shrugged. "It's your decision, mi amor."

A different waitress came over and gave them their food.

"Grazie!"

"Gracias!"

They both began to eat quietly. Antonio was just in the middle of taking a bite of his chicken cacciatore, when he felt his phone buzz against his hip. He put his fork down and took out his phone. He had just got a message from Gilbert. He reached to take his drink and took a sip as he opened the text...

And spat the drink back out. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What's wrong with you, you bastard?" Romano growled.

"Well, I...I don't know the best way to put this but...Francis and Gilly just got laid." Antonio muttered.

"What? Who with?"

"Each other." And the Spaniard held out the phone to show the Italian, a flustered and semen covered Frenchman and Prussian...

At Francis' house, a few moments ago...

The two older nations collapsed onto the bed, fighting for air. Francis snuggled into the side of his lover.

"Zat was amazing, mon cher?"

"Danke, liebe. Ready for round three?"

"Cinq minuté. Need to catch my breath."

"Ja. Mein gott is Antonio missing out on something as awesome as this!"

"Oui, but he's stuck wiz Romano."

"Ja...he still doesn't like us, doesn't he?"

"Non, not after moi trying to make him into a French territory and you...well..."

"Vell, vhat?" the Prussian growled.

"Gil, you're a bad influence. Me and Toni weren't as rambunkous and loud before we met you."

"Vell, I can't help but be so awesome." Said Gilbert, pouting.

Francis laughed as his lover's childish behaviour and cuddled into him.

"I know, mon cher and I have to say zat we are so proud to be your BFF's."

Gilbert smirked and kissed his new lover. "You'll just say anything to get into my pants again."

The two lovers giggled and began to kiss again. Gilbert pulled away and purred. "Shall e show Antonio vhat fun he's missing?"

"Mais oui." Francis chuckled.

Gilbert then leaned down to pick up his pants and fished around for his phone. He then put on the camera and the two cuddled up close and the picture was taken.

And sent to Antonio...

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A/N:

For those who don't know chicken cacciatore is an Italian cuisine. To find out more here's the link:

2012/04/chicken-cacciatore/

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