Chapter 6: Confrontation at the World Meeting

Francis slipped out of the wedding dress and placed it carefully inside the box. He missed having it on. Two days of wearing it and he had grown quite fond of it. No one had still come around to collect it or even ask if it was there. Francis had become a little worried. He had thought about going round the streets and ask; but being stuck in the wedding dress for two days couldn't exactly make him look good in front of his neighbours.

But being in the dress had made his lovers extremely horny. They had been all over him yesterday and shagged him raw in nearly every single room of the house.

But now there was something that was drawing on the three lover's minds. What would everyone say or how would they react when they found out at the World Meeting? Antonio had been very worried because his ex's brother and Gilbert's brother would be there. Gilbert didn't even want to see his ex and his lover, snuggled up to one another, shooting glances at Gilbert to make him jealous. Francis, however, didn't want to face Matthew. Or Arthur or Alfred. Even thought it had been Matthew that ended the relationship Francis knew Matthew still loved him.

Why else would he have gone to his house and then suddenly burst into tears when found out that he was now dating? Matthew loved him there was no denying it. Francis couldn't help but feel sorry for his old lover sometimes but he knew that the boy could have to get over him and move on. Sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind.

As Francis tied up the ribbon for his hair, Gilbert came of the en suite, dripping with water from his hair no towel around him.

"Mmm," said Francis, eyeing up the Prussian. "Si déliceux."

Gilbert smiled at the blonde, kissing him and rubbing his body against the nation. Francis deepened the kiss, pulling the Prussian close, squeezing his firm butt cheeks. The Prussian groaned and drew back from the kiss. Antonio walked in, looking very shaky and nervous.

"Tonio?" Gilbert asked. "Bist du in Ordnung?"

Antonio looked at them both, looked down at his feet and shook his head. Francis sighed and held out his arms in which the shaky Spaniard climbed into. Gilbert soon embraced the two nations, nuzzling their necks and spoke softly in German.

Antonio smiled at his lovers and kissed them.

"Everything will be okay, mon cher."

"Das ist richtig! He screwed you over and he's now regretting it. You've got us." He looked over at Francis. "Ain't that right, Franny!"

"Je déteste dire cela, ma chérie, mais il a raison."

Antonio laughed but Gilbert scowled at the blonde.

"Oi!"

Francis smiled at the Prussian and kissed him. "Today, mes amours, we'll go to zat World Meeting and not care about what zey zink."

"Si, amigo. Let's show them some Bad Touch Trio loving!"

They smiled at one another.

A few hours later, the three arrived from Heathrow airport and were travelling by a taxi to Arthur's house. It had been a long time since Gilbert had been to London and was still amazed by its sites.

When they reached their destination, they climbed out, Antonio paying the driver and they headed up the long drive way to Arthur's house. They were all walking up the driveway holding each other's hands. Antonio's grip on Gilbert's hand tightened. Gilbert squeezed it back reassuringly; they looked at Francis, who was smiling at them. They smiled back and they walked on, determined.

When they reached the front door, Gilbert knocked on the front door rather harshly. The door opened and Arthur stood in the doorway.

"Oh, it's you three."

"Zat is no way to great your guests, mon ami." Francis snarled at the Brit.

"Shut it, frog. Anyway, you are early."

"Got a nice flight in, amigo. Thought we might have a wander round the place. It's a while since we've been here."

"Ja, or ne might have a quick but awesome fuck in one of your bedrooms if zat's okay viz you."

Arthur scowled at the Prussian. "No way in hell you are. Besides, I don't let people in who cheat on my friends." He said, scowling at Francis.

Francis glared back at him and looked away. Antonio and Gilbert snarled and jumped to the blonde's defence.

"It's okay, mi amor. He's just jealous that he's only got one lover and not two." Said Antonio, kissing Francis' pale neck.

"Ja, liebe." Said Gilbert, walking round and slid his hands down the front of Francis' pants and squeezing gently.

Francis moaned and lolled his head back and against Gilbert's shoulder. Arthur recoiled.

"Cut that out, you wankers!" he shot.

He stood back and allowed the trio inside. The house was grand but not as grand as what Francis' house was. Francis' house was filled with light and colour and beautiful ornaments. Arthur's house was quite the opposite. It was filled with animal trophies and old historical paintings and family portraits. There were also portraits of the royal family; from Queen Lizzy to Prince Harry.

Prussia walked over to one of a photo he had never seen before. It was a family photo with Arthur standing beside the queen and her husband and on the other side were William and somebody who he didn't recognise.

"Hey, Artie." Called Gilbert.

"What, Gilbert?"

"Who's the chick next to Will?"

The three nations walked over to where the albino stood.

"That's Kate. They got married a couple months ago." Then the Brit suddenly scowled at the Prussian. "Didn't you see the wedding?"

"Nah, I was suffering from a hangover that day."

"I think we all were amor." Said Antonio, causing the Frenchman and Prussian to snigger.

Arthur sighed. "I'll leave you three in here, even though I don't want to."

"We'll be okay, amigo."

"Yes, well don't break anything."

"We know!" the trio said.

After Arthur left, the three of them walked out of the hallway and up the stairs to the large study where the meeting was going to take place. A door opened and out stepped a red eyed Matthew, sniffling as thought he had a bad head cold. He stopped when he saw the three nations. He stared at them in turn, staring at Francis the longest. He said nothing and left the corridor. Gilbert watched the poor nation go; then he turned to look at Francis who was standing out of the window. Antonio sidled up to the blonde and began to kiss his neck.

"Estás bein, mi amor?"

Francis looked at him and kissed the Spaniard's nose. "Parfait, mes cheries."

Gilbert walked over to them and hugged them. "Komm schon liebt. Lassen sie uns dies hinter sich bringen."

Francis smiled at the albino, nuzzling his neck.

Ten minutes later, the study was filled with nations. Except Arthur, Alfred and Matthew. Some of the nations were busy talking away or too busy making paper aeroplanes and sending them all over the place. One of them landing near them and Gilbert picked it up and threw it back to Poland. He then sat back and leaned his head against Antonio's shoulder as Francis sat on Antonio's lap, stroking their hair. Antonio loved the feel of his French lover's fingers running through his hair, it calmed him and Gilbert and it gave them a sense that they were safe with him around.

Antonio looked around and saw Ludwig, Feliciano and Romano looking over at them. Ludwig was looking at Gilbert, as though he disapproved of the whole scene. Feliciano had an expression of puzzlement whether or not he should be glad for them. Romano, however, had a look of pure loathing on his face, the piece of paper he had in front of him was now scrunched up and torn into pieces.

"Fottuto bastardo!" the Italian mouthed.

Antonio winced and looked away from them. Francis noticed this and looked over to the Italian.

"Ce que vous regardez, vous branler?"

"Hey!" snapped Ludwig. "Lassen ihn in Ruhe!"

"Mund halten, bruder. Er wurde nur Ausschau nach unseren Antonio." Snarled Gilbert.

"Mund halten sich, Gilbert."

"Mantenerse al mamargen de que Ludwig. No tienes negocio para meter la mariz en los asuntos de otras persones." Said Antonio.

Romano stood onto his feet. "E hair ressen diritto di scope qualcun altro mentre siete in une relazione con qualcuno."

The five nations didn't seem to notice that the other nation present, had stopped what they were doing and watched the argument nervously. But Feliciano had and was trying to get his brother to sit and calm down but Romano was having none of it.

"Get off me, Feli. I'm not alone arguing with these bastardos!"

"Well, we didn't come here to argue, Romano." Said Antonio. "We came here to attend this meeting and go home."

"Oh, please." Said a new voice.

The nations looked over and the Bad Touch Trio's eyes narrowed at the Austrian who was sitting next to his little whore, Elizabeta.

"You okay, came here to show off, as you guys normally do."

"Mund halten, whore of Austria!" snarled Gilbert.

"You've got room to talk!" Elizabeta shot. "You hopped into bed with that blonde whore a few days after you broke up with Roderich."

"Si le bouchon s'adapte, ma cheries, portez." Shot Francis.

Elizabeta scowled. Roderich looked at Francis. "Watch what you say."

"What's going on, dudes?" a voice called.

Everyone turned as Arthur and his boyfriend, along with Matthew walked through the door.

"Don't tell me that we're arguing and we haven't started the meeting yet." Smirked Arthur.

Nobody answered him. Romano sat down, still glaring at Antonio. Alfred sat down a seat away from where Francis sat and Matthew sat next to Romano, not looking at Francis, however much he wanted to. Arthur stood at the head of the table and when everyone settled down, he spoke.

"Right. Now to start this meeting off, is that I," Alfred coughed. "All right then, we have an announcement to make." He then walked over to the American. "As you all you know me and Alfred have been dating at least four years. But it's time for the next level."

As Arthur clasped hands with Alfred, Antonio spoke up, leaning over Francis.

"You're not breaking up, are you?"

Arthur scowled. "No, you idiot." His face then softened and he looked down at the younger nation. "Me and Alfred are engaged."

There was silence. Everyone stared at the two nations. Then they cheered, everyone ran over to congratulate them and look at the ring.

"Mon dieu, Alfred." Said Francis. "Zat's a beautiful ring. Arthur, mon ami, it must have cost you quite a few pounds."

"Yes, it did. So much to buying a villa in the Lake District."

"We'll afford it, Iggy. Don't worry." Said Alfred.

Arthur blushed at the nickname but kissed his fiancée nonetheless.

"So, have you guys chosen a date of when you wanna get married?" asked Kiku.

Alfred and Arthur looked at each other. "We haven't decided yet, Kiku." Said Arthur. "But we've asked Matthew to be best man for Alfred and I would like to be known if you, Kiku, would be my best man."

Kiku gaped. "Of course! I'd be honoured." He said, bowing.

"Thank you, Kiku."

Soon the nations settled back into their seats and for the first time ever there was no arguments during the meeting.

In the corridors, Francis sat on the window ledge waiting for Antonio and Gilbert to come back from the bathroom. He was staring outside, looking out over the grounds Arthur's home. Whoever was Arthur's gardener; they needed to be sacked and fast. The garden was a little hideous.

The door opened and Matthew stepped out of the study. He stopped and smiled at Francis.

"Bonjour, Francis."

"Bonjour, Mathieu! Comment allez-vous?"

"Bon. Merci."

"Excellent."

Matthew smiled and sat down beside the blonde on the window ledge.

"I suppose you're happy about Alfred and Arthur getting engaged?"

"I am. Actually. It's great that they can be together. Although they can't married in the States so, they're gonna get married here."

"Quite right too, mon ami." Francis looked out towards the garden again. "Arthur's garden could do wiz a bit of livening up, huh?"

"Oui." Said Matthew. "I suppose you could do it."

"Pourqoui moi?"

"Parce que. You know how to make thing beautiful and you know to make people happy."

"Coupable."

Matthew smiled. "Surtout moi."

Francis looked at the young boy. "Mathieu, s'il vous plait. Let's not go down zat road again."

"But couldn't we just go back to how we used to be."

"I can't, mon cher. I love Antonio and Gilbert."

"Didn't you love me?"

"I did. And I know you still love me but it's time for you to move on. Find someone better."

"I don't want someone else. I want you."

"It can't be that way anymore. Je désolé."

Then Matthew burst into tears. Francis scooted over and held the country close in a hug. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Antonio and Gilbert came around the corner and frowned at the sight.

"Francis?" asked Antonio but Francis put a finger to his lips and gestured them to wait. He then pulled back and wiped Matthew's eyes.

"Now off you go and be strong for moi."

Matthew nodded and left the trio alone. Francis watched his old lover and turned back to his new ones.

"Vhat vas zat about?"

"Long story, mes amours." He held out his arms to them. "Come on. Let's go home."

A/N:

Sorry this took such a long time to update. But I've been suffering with writer's block for two days and it just isn't fun. My new story, 'Prison Break' is about to be posted on here and I'm all ready to get to work on the next chapter. Don't hesitate to leave review on it or my other story 'A Song for Two'.

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Translations:

Si déliceux – so yummy

Bist du in Ordnung – you okay?

Das ist richtig – that's right

Je déteste dire cela, ma chérie, mais il a raison – I hate to say it, sweetie, but he's right

Estás bein, mi amor – you okay, my love?

Parfait, mes cheries – perfect, my loves

Komm schon liebt. Lassen sie uns dies hinter sich bringen - Come on, loves. Let's get this over and done with

Fottuto bastardo – fucking bastard

Ce que vous regardez, vous branler – what you looking at, you jerk

Lassen ihn in Ruhe - leave him alone

Mund halten, bruder – Shut up, bruder

Er wurde nur Ausschau nach unseren Antonio – i can't remember about this one. Forgive me

Mund halten sich, Gilbert – shut up yourself

Mantenerse al mamargen de que Ludwig – stay out of it Ludwig

No tienes negocio para meter la mariz en los asuntos de otras persones – ummm, something about Ludwig should not poke his nose into other people's business

Bastardos – bastards

Si le bouchon s'adapte, ma cheries, portez – If the cap fits, darling, wear it

Comment allez-vous – how are you

Pourqoui moi – why me?

Parce que – because

Coupable – guilty as charged