Chapter 7: Sickness and Found

Antonio stretched in his sleep and snuggled up between his lovers. The movement made Francis chuckle mischievously as Gilbert groaned.

"Stop it!" he mumbled.

"Lo siento!" he said, snuggling again.

"Don't apologise, mon amour." Said Francis, reaching down between his lovers' bodies. "He's just crouch zat he's not getting any zis morning."

Gilbert opened a sleepy eye and said. "It's ze afternoon, dummpkoft!"

Francis leaned over his lovers and looked up at the clock.

"Oh, mon dieu. So it is. Time flies when you're having fun right?"

The other two nations sniggered as Francis began to kiss and nibble at their skin.

Antonio relaxed against Gilbert as Francis began to praise their skin with his lips. He was beginning to enjoy himself when suddenly his stomach congealed. He sat up making his lovers look up at him.

"Tonio. Vhat's—"

But Gilbert's words were cut off as Antonio sprang out of the bed, out of the room, across the landing and made it into the bathroom just in time.

"Tonio?" called Francis as Antonio listened to them, hurrying over to where Antonio had leapt to. "What's wrong?"

Antonio vomited into the toilet and groaned. He felt as though someone was twisting his insides. Antonio groaned and rested his head against the cold seat.

"Nothing, mi amours." Then blanched and raised his head as another wave of nausea hit him. after a moment or so, Antonio grabbed some tissue and wiped his mouth. He then sat up and leaned against the wall. "Well, that hurt."

"You okay, Toni?" Gilbert asked, rubbing his lover's back.

"Si, Gil. Just no one press on my stomach, please."

Francis pressed a cold hand to Antonio, who leaned into the touch. It felt so good. "Mon dieu, Antonio! You're boiling hot!"

"You zink zere's a virus going about?" asked Gilbert.

"I would have been told." Explained Francis.

"Urgh! I hope not." Groaned Antonio. "That's the last thing I want."

"Well, hopefully it won't last of long, amour. You'll be fine in a couple of days wiz plenty of rest." Said Francis.

"Si." Antonio said, leaning against his lovers and took deep calming breaths.

An hour later, Antonio was feeling better and sat down with a cup of warm tomato soup, snuggled up between Gilbert and Francis. They were watching a French film and Francis had kindly allowed Gilbert to drink his beer as long as he didn't get too drunk and spill any across the carpet or on the couch. About halfway into the film, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." said Francis, pausing the film.

He got up and opened the door to find his next door, neighbour, Sebastian, standing on the steps.

"Bonjour, Francis."

"Bonjour, Sebastian. Ce que je peux vous aider?"

"Oui. Umm, you didn't 'appen to 'ave a wedding dress sent to you?"

"Oui! I did. Is it yours?"

"It is. Elizabeth was getting it re-stitched at ze back and she called zem and found out zey'd sent ti to ze wrong house. So, I went round and found it was at yours. Also, we need it for a friend. He's getting married in a few months time."

"Oh, well. Felicitations!"

"Oh, merci, Francis."

Francis smiled and turned round and called out to his lovers. "Gilbert! Antonio!"

The two soon appeared in the doorway. Francis winked at the two and said. "Can any of you two remember where we put ze wedding dressing ze other day?"

"In the spare room." Said the brunette.

"Zen could you both please get for moi?" said Francis, sending a message in his eyes that they could be rewarded gratefully."

They understood the message and both of them ran off up the stairs to find the dress. The blonde couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his lovers' eagerness. A few second later, they both came back with the box.

"Merci, mon chers." He purred taking the box and handing it over to his neighbour. "Zere you go, mon ami."

"Merci, Francis. I'll see you soon."

"Oui, Sebastian. Take care now."

"You too."

Francis then closed the door and turned to his lovers. "Now, shall we continue this upstairs or on ze couch?"

Alfred hated planning. He was starting to get agitated from the chaos that he and Arthur were brewing up. As much as he loved Arthur to death, he hated the planning. He had even said so to the Brit, but then he felt slightly ashamed when Arthur reminded him he was paying for the wedding according to tradition. (Yeah, Arthur's the bride in this marriage.) So, Alfred stopped complaining and got on with it.

They were now sitting on Arthur's couch, both writing out a list of people who they were inviting to the wedding.

"So, how many have we got?" Alfred asked for the third time.

"Well, so far we have our bosses, Kiku, Feliciano, Ludwig, Romano, Francis, Gilbert, Spain, Roderich, Matthew, Elizabeta, Yao, Ivan—"

"Do we have to invite him?" Alfred asked, worried.

"Yes, Alfred. He's part of the Allies. It's time you forgot about the Cold War and move on. Focus on the future."

"I know...but..."

"But what?"

"He's just scary."

"So is Berwald and we're inviting him. And Tino."

"Great, are we inviting Carlos?"

"Of course, we are. Why?"

Alfred wrote down the Cuban's name. "Because if we're gonna have Francis at the wedding, we're gonna have to keep Matthew distracted by his friend."

"The friends who you tried to 'hook him up' with."

"Hey, I was trying to help."

"No, you did, you twit. You just made things worse, you knew that Mattie wasn't interested and he said so but, as always, you went at it like a mad bull and nearly wrecked a good friendship."

"I was only trying to help, dude."

"I know, Alfred." The Englishman said, taking hold of his fiancé's hand. "And I think it's very sweet of you. But maybe we should wait until Mattie thinks he is ready to start dating again."

Alfred sighed and began to doodle on his list. "I guess ya right."

Arthur smiled and shuffled over to his lover and kissed him on the forehead. "Want some cocoa?"

"Okay!" The American said, perking up at the mention of chocolate.

"What do you want on it?" Arthur asked, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. "A chocolate Flake, whipped cream or marshmallows."

"Do you mean smores?"

"Yes."

Alfred thought for a moment. "I think I'll have them all."

Arthur stared at Alfred and walked into the kitchen. What a pig?

A/N:

Hello, sorry this has taken so long to write but I've suffering with writers block for this chapter. I know what to write for the next one though so don't worry. Right, I will need to work on the next chapter of my new fanfic 'Gives You Hell' and then on 'A Song For Two' and 'Prison Break', in no order :P

Also, the week after next week I'll be away on holiday in bonny wee Scotland :), hopefully I might spot an Iggy and his brother, Scotland. Who knows. Anway, for those of you who complained about the last chapter having so many translations, I do apologise or that but this is what you get for countries speaking in their native tongues but anway I am sorry...

Next chapter will be up soon

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