Chapter 3: Becoming More Than Just Friends
Warning: upcoming yaoi and SMUT! Read this, if you dare ;) enjoy!
An hour later, after Gilbert and Francis sent the photo to Antonio, Antonio pulled onto the drive way of Feliciano and Romano's house with a drunken Romano in the passenger's seat.
After Gilbert sent the message, the Italian had gotten himself into a drunken stupor, yelling and cursing the Spaniard's friends whilst slugging down wine glass after wine glass. They decided to miss having coffee and sweets and it took all of Antonio's strength to drag Romano out of the restaurant and into the car. Luckily, he was not drunk enough to result him vomiting in the brunette's car. Unfortunately, he was drunk enough to slur insults at him. Antonio knew that his boyfriend was drunk, but the things he came out with were starting to hurt him.
Antonio turned off the engine and unbuckled his seat belt. He then got out of the car and walked round to Romano's side. The front door opened, spilling more light onto the drive way as Antonio dragged a cursing Romano out of the car.
"Antonio? Iz zat you?" said a familiar voice.
"Hola, Ludwig. Could I have a little help, please?"
"Wiz pleasure." Ludwig growled.
As the blonde strode forward, Romano looked up and glared at him.
"Get away from me, you German suck up!"
Ludwig sighed. "Romano, you're drunk. Snap out of it before I punch you."
"Ve~. Luddy, what's going on?" said a timid Italian voice.
"Nothing, Feli. Just your bruder has gotten drunk. Get Romano a blanket and a pillow and we'll put him on the couch."
"Si. I'll be right back."
The two nations soon dragged the other nation through the hall and turned into the living room and dumped him on the couch. The blonde German turned to Antonio.
"You better bring a bucket in case. He starts vomiting on the carpet."
"Si, amigo."
He left the living room and entered the kitchen. He went over to the small cupboard under the sink, picked up a bucket and walked back into the kitchen, where Romano was drunkenly yelling at Ludwig.
"Romano, you're had a few too many drinks. You don't know what you're saying."
"You shut up, you German bastard! At least you don't have a boyfriend whose friends send pictures of themselves after shagging each other."
Antonio winced. Ludwig looked at him.
"What's he talking about, Antonio?"
"I'll tell you in a moment." He muttered.
"No!" Romano slurred, slowly getting up and stumbling. "He might as well know, now."
"Romano, por favor. Sit down."
"No!" Romano snapped as his younger brother came into the room. "Your friends are nothing but disgusting perverts. You might as well be shagging them rather than me."
"Mi amor, you don't know what you're saying."
"Oh, but I do!" the Italian slurred. "I might as well end this relationship so you can be with those perverting bastards! You three deserve each other."
"Romano..."
"Fratello, you do realise what just said?" said Feliciano. Romani turned on him.
"Shut up, Feliciano!" He then turned back on the Spaniard, who was shaking with anger. "It's no wonder that Matthew and Roderich dumped them two. Maybe they found out that they were fucking each other with—"
Romano's last words were cut off as Antonio punched him in the mouth. Romano was flung back and he toppled over the coffee table and fell to the floor.
"Romano!" gasped Feliciano.
Ludwig hurried to his side and knelt down beside him to check on him.
"He's fine. Just unconscious. He'll be awake in the morning."
Antonio turned to Feliciano. "I'm sorry, amigo. I didn't mean...he just—"
"No need to apologize, Antonio." Said Feliciano, fiddling with the zip on his jacket.
Ludwig then lifted Romano up and dragged him over to the couch. After being laid down on the couch, Feliciano placed the pillows under his head as Ludwig covered him with the blanket. After they were done, the three of them walked into the hallway as Romano began to snore. Ludwig turned to Antonio.
"Now, vhat's going on, Antonio? Vhy is Romano drunk and talking scheiβe?"
Antonio sighed. He took out his phone and found the picture text that Gilbert had sent him and showed it to them. Feliciano and Ludwig's eye widened as they stared at the photo.
"Francis..." mumbled Ludwig. "Francis and...my bruder?"
"Si, amigo." Said Antonio, miserably, closing the phone and putting it back in his pocket.
"When did they..."
"Tonight by the looks of it. They sent the message to me when we were eating. Then he suddenly started to drink heavily and began to insult them. Calling them perverts and cheating scum."
Antonio suddenly felt tears filling up in his eyes.
"Are you all right, Antonio?" asked the timid Italian.
"Si, Feli." Said Antonio, as he wiped his eyes. "I better go, seen as he doesn't want me here."
He's just drunk, Antonio. He'll remember and regret it in the morning."
"Drunk or not. He knew what he was saying. He even said it himself. I better get home as Francis and Gilbert wonder where I am. I'll see you two soon."
"Of course, Antonio." Said Ludwig, hugging.
"Ve~! Ciao, Antonio."
"Adios, amigos."
"Auf wiedershen, Tonio. Said Ludwig.
And with that Antonio left the house to head off to Francis' house.
The front door banged closed and woke Francis up. He felt movement on his chest, looked down and smiled. Lying on top of him was Gilbert, sleeping. His hair was askew and his cheeks were quite rosy. Francis snuggled down and braced his lover. He gave him a little kiss on the top of his head.
He heard movement from downstairs.
"Antonio!" the blonde called.
"I'm here, Francis. Where are you?"
"Upstairs. I'll come down in five minutes."
The noise had woken Gilbert, who yawned hugely and stretched.
"Vhat viz all ze commotion?" he mumbled.
"Antonio's home at last." Said Francis, sitting up and reaching out for his clothes. "C'mon we'll go and see how it went, mon cher."
They threw on their clothes. Gilbert; his boxers and three quarter length pants. Francis; his boxers and t-shirt. They then headed down the stairs and found Antonio sitting on the couch, looking miserable.
"Mon ami?"
Antonio looked up at his friends, tears swimming in his eyes.
"Vhat's vrong, Toni?" Gilbert asked as he and Francis sat down.
"Romano. He freaked out when he saw the picture..."
Gilbert sniggered; as a result he was smacked on the head by Francis. "OW!"
"Not 'elping, idiot." He then turned to the sobbing brunette. "Carry on."
"And then he suddenly got drunk and said that you were bastards and perverts that he should end our relationships like Matthew and Roderich did."
And the Spaniard then burst into tears. The two nations acted immediately and hugged the brunette.
"Oh, Antonie." Said Francis. "I'm so sorry, mon ami."
"Gracias."
"It'll be okay, Toni. You've got us to look after you." Said Gilbert, rubbing his back.
"Gracias, Gil. I really appreciate this you guys."
"De nada, Toni." Said Gilbert.
Antonio smiled at Gilbert, speaking his own native language. He didn't know why he had done it but he did it anyway. He leaned forward and kissed the Prussian.
From the look on his face, Francis knew that the younger nation was shocked, but soon he began to enjoy it.
The Frenchman and the Spaniard knew that Gilbert often boasted that he was an awesome kisser and he and Francis had rolled their eyes at the remark and teased the nation. But Francis (and now Antonio) now knew that Gilbert wasn't lying. He was practically the best kisser he had ever kissed in his life.
And the Spaniard was enjoying it. Francis leaned over towards the pair and began to kiss Antonio's neck.
"Does zis seem like déjà vu, mon chers?"
"Si, amor." Antonio said, drawing back from Gilbert.
"It's an awesome déjà vu." Growled Prussia, seductively.
"Bein. Shall we show Antonie what he missed out on?"
"Ja. Let's show za true meaning of ze Bad Touch Trio."
The two nations laughed at the younger nation and they all bolted up the stairs to Francis' bedroom.
Gilbert was the first to collapse on the bed and Francis and Antonio jumped on hi. They began to claw off his clothes and throw them to the floor. Francis' fingers soon began to trace themselves along the Prussian's skin. Antonio leaned down and began to kiss Gilbert again. His fingers began to intertwine through his white hair and the two nations dove deeper into the kiss. The Frenchman moved lower down Gilbert's body and took him into his mouth.
A loud muffled groan sounded from Gilbert's mouth. A few hours ago, the albino had been moaning as the blonde's mouth had stroked itself down on his cock before.
His hands began to travel down and began to unbutton the Spaniard's shirt. Gilbert moaned again as Francis flicked is tongue over the head of his throbbing erection. He then pulled away Antonio's shirt revealing the buff, macho tanned chest of the Spaniard. Gilbert pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to trace his tongue over the man's nipples. Antonio whimpered and squirmed against the albino and felt himself becoming even harder than before.
Francis' pace began to quicken and Gilbert could tell that he was close. He growled in his throat and clamped on Antonio's nipple as Francis began to jerk him off and within a minute later, he came all over the blonde's fingers.
Francis lifted his semen covered hand to his face and was about to lick it off when Gilbert stopped him.
"Viat a minute, Franny. I've got an idea where you can put that."
"Where?" the blonde asked, raised an eyebrow.
Gilbert grinned his perverted grin and pulled the Spaniard towards him. He then took off the belt and clawed to unzip Antonio's trousers. The two nations tugged down the pants and threw them to one side.
Gilbert then lay down on the bed, pulling Antonio down to all fours and spread his cheeks. "Aim in there, liebe."
"Wiz pleasure, mon cher." The Frenchman purred, leaning towards Antonio's arse.
"Q-que? What are you two planning—ahh! Mi amores!"
"Gilbert sniggered and watched Francis' talented fingers slide his semen into Antonio's arse.
"That good, Toni?"
"Si, amigo."
After a minute or so, Francis took away his fingers making Antonio hiss and soon he planted himself into Gilbert's dick. The Prussian soon moved, slowly so that the brunette would get use to his size. Francis began to strip down and soon climbed on the nations, his crotch hovering over Gilbert's face and took Antonio's erection into his mouth.
Antonio cried out as he felt Francis' tongue on his member. Gilbert moved quicker and took Francis into his mouth.
The room was soon filled with moans and whimpers from Antonio and Francis. Gilbert could feel the sweat coming down his back as he moved even more quickly. Soon he came inside of Antonio which soon set off Antonio and Francis together. Soon they all collapsed onto the bed, spent out and panting heavily.
"Mi dios, that was amazing!" said Antonio.
"Vell," panted Prussia. "Zis is something we're all totally awesome at."
"Oui, mes belles. But you do realise that zat zis is only the beginning?"
"Ja, ve know." Gilbert said, leaning over the two of them and kissing their checks. Or rather licking them. "But just zink...the Bad Touch Trio are going to become more awesome than ever...as a couple."
"More like a ménage a trios." Laughed Francis.
"Si, amigos." Sighed Antonio, happily.
He looked happily that an awful night had turned out, fantastically, so well...