Chapter 5: Caught in the Act

Francis took their plates away to wash as Gilbert gulped down his beer. Antonio had made a lovely Spanish meal, Paella of which had taken a while due to Francis and Gilbert rubbing their crotches against his arse.

Antonio stretched and yawned. He stood up and began to put away the food left over that he had used. As Francis placed dishes into the sink and turned on the hot water, he turned to see the Prussian, falling asleep.

"Gilbert, do you want to go back to bed again?"

Gilbert looked up at the blonde, his eyes drooping. "Vhat?"

Antonio chuckled and walked over to his lover. "Do you want to lie down?"

"No, I'm not tired. I'm too awesome to be tired." The albino growled leaning into the Spaniard, who stroked his white hair.

"Well, you two can come and help me with the dishes. I'll wash, Gil can dry and Antonio can put away."

"Sounds like a plan." Said the brunette as Gilbert grumbled in German.

The three of them set to work. When Francis was done washing, he cleaned the table and set it back to how it was set out. When Gilbert finished, he walked over to the fridge and took out a beer. He walked over to Francis and smacked his arse. Francis giggled and began to kiss the Prussian. As soon as Antonio was done and was enjoyably molested by his lovers, the three of them walked into the living room and before they sat down, the doorbell rang.

Francis sighed and walked out of the living room and headed to the front door. He opened the front door but there was no one there."

"Enfants sanglants!" he growled. Then something caught his eye. He looked down and gasped. A large box sat by the doorstep. It was white with a large lavender ribbon tied around it into a bow. 'Cymbeline, Paris' was written in silver on the box.

He looked around but couldn't see anyone. He leaded down and took hold of the box. He carried the box inside, closing the door with his foot.

"Who was it, Francis?" called Antonio.

Francis didn't answer. He walked into the living room, still carrying the box. Gilbert stared at the box and then at his lover.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure...but I zink it could be what I zink it might be."

He knelt on the floor and placed the box at his feet, untied the bow and opened the lid. The three nations gasped.

"Is zat vhat I zink it is?" Gilbert asked.

Francis was too shocked to speak. Antonio knelt down beside the box and lifted the item out.

"Jesus Christo!" exclaimed Antonio.

"Mon Dieu!"

"Heilige scheiβe!"

Antonio was holding up a pure snow white wedding dress. It was strapless and the dress skirt had a ruche train and the top of the torso was covered in diamond studs and sequins. He looked at his lover, quizzically.

"You two didn't plan any of this, did you?"

Both nations shook their heads. Francis looked in the box.

"Zere's no accessories or veils. Not even an address."

"Obviously, your postman doesn't know how to deliver or at least read ze correct address."

Francis didn't even bother to scowl at the albino's words. "I still can't get my head around zis."

Gilbert nodded. "Ve better keep it safe in case anyone comes looking for it."

"Si."

They carefully put the dress back into the box, securely fastening the box and placed it in the hallway. Soon, they sat back down and a glass of wine, rather Francis and Antonio did and Gilbert had another can of beer.

After a long snuggle on the couch, Antonio finished his glass and looked at his lovers.

"You know what we haven't played in a long time?"

"And what is zat, mon ami?"

"Truth or dare."

"Ahh, yes." Said Gilbert, before taking a sip of his beer. "Ve haven't played zat since your Christmas party, Toni."

"Oui, and we all know how zat turned out, didn't we, Gil?"

Gilbert sniggered into his can of beer, remembering the time of how he had snuck into Roderich's house and streaked across his lawn with Roderich and his boss, yelling at him. But later on, Gilbert walked into the meeting stark naked and made out with the Austrian then and there.

"Zat vas a good day!" Gilbert said. "But as especially vhen you vent to zat opera house und sang 'Think of Me'."

Francis blushed, but smirked at the memory. "I looked fairly gorgeous in zat dress."

"And sang like a bag of cats being thrown against a wall."

Francis scowled at the Spaniard. "As I recall, it took you, mon cher, a triple dog dare to confess your love to Romano."

"Oh...si. Well, shall we?"

"Ja, vhy not? It's been a while."

"Trés bien, mes amours."

"I've got one!" said Gilbert, jumping onto the couch, raising his can into the air, dramatically. "Francis, truth or dare?"

Francis, feeling a little daring said. "Dare."

Gilbert smiled evilly at the blonde. "I dare ya to vear zat vedding dress until ze day of ze Vorld Meeting."

Francis spat out his wine. He stared at the albino. "Que? You cannot be serious, mon amour."

"You said it yourself, mi querida." Said Antonio. "You look gorgeous in a dress...and you did look drop dead gorgeous."

Francis blushed even more at Antonio's comment. He sighed. "Very well zen. But I must take it off before we head to ze World Meeting."

"Yup."

Francis sighed, got up from the couch and head back into the hall. He then unwrapped the box and changed out of his clothes. After taking off his boxers, he took out the dress, unzipped the back and slipped into the dress. Once it was positioned correctly, he zipped the back as much as he could and slowly walked back in the living room. Antonio smiled widely at the blonde.

"You look so hermoso, Francis."

"You zink?"

"Mein gott, Franny. Ever sought of becoming a cross-dresser?"

The three nations laughed at this as Francis walked over to them and sat in between them. The brunette's and albino's arms were still wrapped around the blonde.

"Zank god zere's no shoes. I could hardly walk in them, last time."

Gilbert sniggered and began to slowly run his tongue along Francis' neck. Francis squirmed against his lover's tongue and palmed the Prussian against his crotch. Antonio leaned over and kissed the blonde.

Francis pulled reluctantly from the kiss and said, slightly huskily. "Truth or dare, mes amours."

"Dare." Said the two nations, snuggling into the Frenchman.

"I dare you both to fuck moi in zis wedding dress."

Hunger seeped in the eyes of his lovers and they leapt at the chance.

Romano walked along the streets, trying to clear his head. The Italian was still feeling pretty bad about what he had done. It hadn't been his fault, it had been that damned alcohol going to his head. It had also been that damn Prussian and Frenchman's fault. Those idiots had provoked him...

But Romano still felt guilty about the whole thing. Not only as he walking the streets to clear his head but he was also trying to find a taxi to take him to Francis' house so that he could apologize to Antonio.

He soon caught a taxi a few moments after. Told the driver the address and as on his way. Romano wondered what he would say to Antonio to make him fall in love with him again. He wasn't sure but the Italian boy would probably say the first thing that came to his mind when he saw the Spaniard.

An hour later, Romano was standing on the drive way of Francis' house, trying to build up the courage to knock upon the door and speak. But he had gotten this far so why stop now. He took a step forward and soon he was getting closer and closer to the front door. Soon, he was nearly an arms-length away from the door.

Nothing. No reply.

What was going on? All of their cars were the drive way. Either they were in and asleep or they'd gone out but decided to walk. Romano thought that he'd check it out, to check on them.

He opened the front door slowly to the sound of loud blaring rock music, blasting from the living room. He could hear laughing and groans as well. Romano walked faster towards the living room. He stopped at the sight at the sight of a large white open box with a lavender ribbon and a pile of discarded clothes on the floor. What had Francis been ordering now?

Romano looked up at the door which led to the living room. It was ajar and it gave a good peek inside. He walked over to the door and looked. The sight that met his eyes made his stomach congeal.

The three older nations were lying on the floor. Francis on the carpet, Gilbert in between his legs and...Antonio was behind Gilbert. Francis, for some reason, was wearing a wedding dress as Gilbert and Antonio were wearing tuxes. They moved together, Francis crying out his lovers' names.

Romano felt sick. He turned on his heels and left the house, slamming the door as he went.

Gilbert stopped what he was doing and listened. Francis whimpered nudged his hips against Gilbert's to make him move again. Gilbert slapped him on the thigh making him shut up.

"What's wrong, Gil?" said Antonio, nuzzling his face into the albino's pale skin.

"I zought I heard something." He looked around to the hallway. There was no one there.

Gilbert slowly pulled out of Francis making the Frenchman groan with the loss. Antonio also moved out of him and Gilbert fastened his pants up and hurried out into the hall. He looked out of the window and saw a faint silhouette of someone he recognized, heading down the street.

"Romano...?"

At Arthur's house...

Arthur knocked on the door of Matthew's room. He opened the door and peeked inside.

"Matthew?"

"What?" the Canadian asked, harshly.

Arthur flinched. He had never seen the boy act like this before. It was a whole new side that Matthew seemed to be keeping locked away.

"Umm...we were wondering if you would like to come down and have something—"

"N-no, thank you." Matthew grumbled.

Arthur sighed. "Look, Mattie. I think it's about time that you got over that frog. He's done nothing but let you down since you started. You broke it off, so it should be him grovelling not you."

"Artie, please. I can deal with this my own way."

Arthur stared at the Canadian, lying on the bed, Kumajirou in his arms. "And you think lying in my spare bedroom sulking is the best way?"

"Yes."

Arthur sighed again. "Very well then. Have it your own way but if you want anything we're3 downstairs."

"Yeah, yeah."

Arthur walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and headed downstairs to find Alfred.

Ever since Matthew had come back from seeing that pervy Frenchman, he had been upstairs crying. From what Alfred had told him, Matthew had gone to the frog's house, hoping that they would get back together again. But the nation had soon found out that Francis had been sleeping around with Gilbert and Antonio. And this confused the Brit, wasn't Antonio dating Feliciano's brother. Either he still was and following Francis' footsteps or he had dumped or been dumped by the Italian. Anyhow, Alfred and himself had tried time and time again to comfort Matthew but it hadn't worked.

Arthur walked into the living room, looked around for Alfred and let out a small sigh of relief. He then walked over to the sofa and fished out the small box he had kept hidden. He opened it and smiled at the silver band inside. He had finally decided to do it after so long. He was finally going to propose Alfred.

Before he closed the box, a shout came from behind him making him jump.

"Hey, Iggy!" Then Alfred saw the box Arthur was holding. "W-w-w-what's that?"

Arthur panicked. He tried to hide it but the American leapt at him, tackling him on to the sofa. They struggled against each other. Alfred, clawing at his boyfriend's fingers to get hold of the box. Arthur, however, was trying his best to his boyfriend off him.

"C'mon, Artie. Let me see it!"

"Alfred, please! If you let go, I'll let you see it."

Alfred instantly let go and sat up on his boyfriend's lap. Arthur sat up, brushing his hair back to how it used to be.

"I was going to ask you later on, but seen as you're so eager to know then..."

He held out the box and opened it. Alfred gasped. He reached out and took hold of the box and gazed at the ring. The ring was silver and a small American flag was engraved. On the inside of the ring, an inscription was also engraved. It read:

You are my hero!

Alfred let out a small breath of shock and happiness. He looked at the Englishman, who was smiling adoringly at him.

"So, Alfred Jones, will you marry me?"

A tear suddenly ran dwn his cheek. Arthur wiped it away, still smiling. Alfred nodded.

"Yes." Arthur beamed with relief. He leaned forward and kissed his fiancée. They embraced each other tightly and slowly drawing back. Arthur took the ring and placed it on his finger, adding a small kiss on his hand.

Wait until everyone at the World Meeting found out...

Hello, everyone. Sorry about this chapter taking so long. I'm nearly finished college and I've been getting everything finished to send off and I've been at rehearsals for a performance. Also we've had Olympic torch coming through so that was pretty cool. Anyway, hope you all enjoy reading this chapter and love picturing Francis in a wedding dress. Now, just to let you I'm not anti-Franada or Spamano or PruAus, in fact I love them but I have to make it work for the story unfortunately...

Also I'm starting to write two more story for Hetalia! I'll be posting them on here as soon I've done this first chapters for both...

Any way hope you enjoyed, please review...

M.S.P

xxxx

Translations:

Enfants sanglants - bloody kids

Mon dieu - my god

Heilige Scheibe - holy shit

Tres bein - very well

hermoso - beautiful