Francis groaned, slumping into a chair.
"That's like, the third time Yao's done that this week!"
"Done what?" Antonio asked, springing up and walking to the stuffed kitchen.
"Given a long and dramatic monologue! And then- like, leaving it off at a- gah! What's the word?"
"Cliffhanger?" Antonio suggested.
"Yes!" Francis shouted, "I don't think this is normal!"
"It's probably not."
"He needs to see a therapist about this!"
"He'd never admit he needs help."
Francis frowned, "Oui, you're right. But about this guy Yao was talking about-"
"Never heard of him," Antonio said flatly, "Lovinito never mentioned him. But speaking of mi tomate-" Antonio magically went from dark to his normal, cheerful personality, "We're having a date tonight!"
"Wonderful!" Francis sang, "Let us spread the amor!"
"Si!," Antonio grinned, "I'll make churros first, though!"
"Ouais!"
"You know," Antonio said, beaming, "Do you think I could propose to him sometime? I mean, I know I'm only 21 and he's only 19, and we've only been together for a year- but I think this is love!"
"Go for it!" Francis encouraged.
"Don't go for it!" Gilbert yelled, his voice muffled. He sounded like he was standing outside the door.
"And why is this door broken?"
12/16/2016
Gah, China! Please start talking like a normal person! Enough with the monologues! No more, no more! Until an epic moment towards the end!
I'll figure out another way to give exposition.
And about the broken door, well, China slammed it, didn't he? I mean, I've always had this headcanon that he's the second manliest character (Hungary's the first). It's kinda confirmed, canonically. Chin broken through a wall, and even America, who drags cars around for "exercise" couldn't hold him back! Plus he's had 4,000+ years to work out and become a better fighter!