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Chapter 5

Antonio was so glad he no longer had to stress out about tests. He was confident he had done well his first quarter and was actually excited about finding out his grades for his classes. Now that his finals were over, he could relax. Tonight he would relax by going to his floor's Christmas party. He could hear music from his room and he danced along as he waited for Alfred to finish getting ready.

"Al, hurry!" He whined, knocking on the bathroom door.

"I'm done! I'm done!" Alfred said, stepping out of the bathroom. Antonio's eyes widened. Alfred was wearing tight fitting dark jeans and a light blue shirt that brought out his eyes.

"You look good…" He mumbled.

"Don't sound so surprised," Alfred laughed though he blushed lightly. "You look pretty good yourself. You're gonna have people hitting on you all night."

"That's the plan…" Antonio joked. "Anyway, if you are ready, let's go party!"

They made their way down to the student lounge area on their floor where people were already turning up. Of course, since this was taking place in the dorms, alcohol was not allowed so Antonio would have to make due without it.

"Let's dance, Alfie!" Antonio said excitedly. "I want to dance!"

"I'd rather not. I'm not the best dancer." Alfred laughed weakly.

Antonio pouted. "Come on, amigo. You won't have as much fun if you don't dance."

"I'll dance with you~" Francis sidled up to Antonio and Alfred, grinning at the pair.

"Oh Franny! I didn't know you were here already!" Antonio said happily. I'll take you up on that offer!"

"You look great, mon ami~" Francis told Antonio, slipping an arm around his waist.

"You two have fun. I'll just stand here…" Alfred said dryly, looking a little annoyed as Francis led Antonio away.

"Thanks for dancing with me, Franny!" Antonio said as the pair started dancing.

"You're welcome, cher." Francis replied, looking away for a second before turning his attention back to his friend. "Did I mention you look very good tonight?"

"Sí, you have." Antonio said, noticing the strange look on Francis' face. "Francis, what are you up to?"

"Nothing! What makes you think I am up to something?" Francis asked innocently.

"Because you have that look on your face whenever you're about to do something stupid." Antonio answered, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh alright. You know me too well~" Francis sighed dramatically. "I thought tonight would be a perfect night to make our favorite little American jealous~"

"Jealous?" Antonio snorted. "That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. How would this make him jealous? He doesn't like me that way, remember? He's got a boyfriend."

"You silly naïve Spaniard. It's lucky you're so cute," Francis sighed again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Antonio grumbled.

"Don't worry about it. Just leave everything to me." Francis stated, pulling Antonio much closer than he needed to.

"H-hey!" Antonio exclaimed in surprise.

"Relax, mon ami. And enjoy yourself~" Francis leaned in to whisper into Antonio's ear.

Antonio's eyes narrowed. He could easily have stepped away but a small part of him was curious as to how this all would work out. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alfred watching them.

"Fine…" He mumbled, looping his arms around Francis. Francis grinned and pulled back slightly so that he could look at Antonio.

"See? Isn't this fun~?" He asked cheerfully.

"Not really." Antonio answered.

"Then I suppose I will have to make this more interesting," Francis decided, stroking Antonio's cheek with his thumb and keeping his other hand on the Spaniard's waist. "Is this better?" He asked, leaning in close enough that Antonio could feel his breath on his face. The Spaniard couldn't help noticing that his friend smelled good.

"I think you are enjoying this too much, amigo." He said dryly.

"Would it be so bad if I was~?" Francis asked softly, leaning even more close. Antonio could feel Francis' bristle on his cheek. He glanced in Alfred's direction once more and noticed that the American's eyes were still on them.

"Um…yes…" He responded belatedly. Francis laughed quietly, his lips barely brushing against Antonio's cheek.

"Why would it be bad?" He questioned.

Antonio's brows furrowed. Was Francis serious right now? He honestly could not tell. "B-because. Because it would be."

"How? You're not seeing anyone. I'm not seeing anyone. More importantly…I think you like this…" Francis murmured.

"What makes you think that?" Antonio asked.

"You're not stopping me~" Francis said in a singsong voice, letting his lips brush against Antonio's.

Antonio inhaled sharply. He knew he didn't have feelings for Francis. Not romantic ones anyway. He was very much aware that the guy he did have those feelings for was a few feet away. If there was any chance that Alfred did have some of those same feelings (which he doubted), he wanted him to feel the same ache he'd been feeling for the past few months.

Francis continued to brush his lips against Antonio's, never fully kissing him. Antonio closed his eyes and swallowed as he pressed his lips against his friend's. He barely heard Francis' gasp of surprise. He kept his lips on Francis' and after a moment, he felt Francis kissing back.

"Mon dieu, Tonio!" The Frenchman exclaimed when he broke the kiss a few seconds later.

Antonio was breathing heavily as he smacked his lips together. "Q-que?" He stammered, slowly coming to his senses.

"I didn't expect you to do that!" Francis replied, looking a little shocked.

"What do you mean? You were the one saying all that…stuff!" Antonio huffed.

"I thought you would just laugh and call me an idiot!" Francis cried. "I was teasing you!"

"But you kissed back!" Antonio pointed out.

Francis shrugged helplessly. "Well yes! You're hot!" Was his excuse. Antonio groaned, though he was very relieved that his friend didn't actually like him that way. "If it makes you feel better, Alfred is gone…"

Antonio looked to the spot where he'd last seen Alfred and saw that the American was no longer there. A quick scan around the lounge revealed that he was completely gone.

Antonio wondered-and hoped-his kiss with Francis was the reason Alfred had left. "Should I go look for him?" He asked Francis.

"Non!" Francis shook his head quickly. "Let him sulk and mope for a while."

Antonio clicked his tongue. He didn't want Alfred to spend the evening sulking. If that was what he was doing.

"Schieße! Did I just see you two kissing?!" The last third of the Bad Touch Trio shouted as he approached his best friends.

"Gilbert!" Antonio exclaimed.

"Oui~ Are you jealous, cher?" Francis asked slyly.

"It didn't mean anything!" Antonio clarified nervously.

Gilbert grinned at Antonio. "I'm not mad, Toni! Relax! Now which one of you is gonna dance with me?"

"I will!" Francis volunteered eagerly. "Let's go right now. And Tonio, don't you dare go looking for Alfred while we're gone. Let him come to you."

"Huh?" Gilbert looked confused by the conversation. Antonio could hear Francis explaining the situation as they went to go dance. He sighed, starting to regret what he'd done.