Mon Dieu!
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Title: Stop the Reruns!
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Francis, Antonio, Arthur (FrancisxAntonio? FrancisxArthur? XD), and GilbertxElizaveta
Summary: Francis, Antonio, and Arthur watch the Gilbert and Elizaveta Show. Again. gakuenaph_dr AU.
"...I told you once, I told you a hundred times, stay away from Roderich!"
"Hey. I can't help it if the nerd's just begging for it."
"He was just standing there minding his own business!"
"Hah! Like he needs to do anything more!"
And as the argument escalated to very intense decibels, Francis lets out a very French sigh. Worldly and bored blue eyes watched the arguing couple for a moment (Why yes, Gilbert and Elizaveta were considered a couple. They're flirting right now, mon Dieu!) before flicking to the other two people who were semi-watching the very familiar scene before them.
"Is it just me or does anybody else have this intense urge to lock them up somewhere together alone for three days, hm?"
Beside him, Antonio chuckled, the sound rich and deep, like hot chocolate, and the French man had to control himself lest he started showing the clueless Spaniard just how much he adored hot chocolate.
Meanwhile, Antonio, oblivious to Francis' perverted tendencies as always, added his two cents. "By the end of those three days, it's either they've done something about all that unresolved tension or killed each other." His amusement was obvious in the words.
"Or Elizaveta kills Gilbert, you mean." put in the other (odd) member of their trio who had a front seat to the Gilbert and Elizaveta Show. Arthur looked the most bored and impatient of the three as he crossed his arms over his sweater-vest attired chest. Thick eyebrows just begging to be trimmed were drawn so close together, Francis almost swore they had become one. When the Englishman sighed, it almost sounded like a groan. "How long do you think this is going to last this time?"
Antonio surveyed the couple as if they were watching a sports match of some kind, taking in their body language and volume ("You're an ass, Gilbert Beilschmidt!" "You just can't handle my AWESOME!"). "I'd say another 10 minutes? Elizaveta doesn't have her frying pan on hand just yet."
And Arthur, ever the strategist, had to ask, "Where does she keep that frying pan anyway?"
A collective shrug from both the Spaniard and the Frog. That was one of the many mysteries that have yet to be solved in their reality.
"You're not awesome. You're just a jerk!"
"You won't know awesome if it reared up and bit you in the ass, Woman!"
At that, Francis really groaned. Very smooth, Gilbert. Very smooth, you idiot. "Que Dieu me donne la force... That can open up to so many different alleys of argument."
"This is going to take forever..." Arthur agreed in his own begrudging way. He so hated agreeing with the Frog.
"Then... Should we just go without him?" Antonio asked, looking at them with green eyes wide with inquiry.
They (along with Gilbert) were all supposed to go off to town when Gilbert happened upon Elizaveta and things went downhill from there. They were missing some wining and dining (and perhaps some wenching on the side) and it was all Gilbert and Elizaveta's fault.
Again.
"We could." Arthur looked so ready to just leave Gilbert to the wrath of Elizaveta's frying pan. He was such a good friend.
And Francis wouldn't argue with him for once and yet the French man had come to be utterly convinced of his idea just as Gilbert leaned a little too close to his lady fair as if to kiss her or bite her nose off. The free Gilbert-Elizaveta flirtation exhibition looked like it really could go on for a while yet. He needed his wining and dining and wenching, mon Dieu! They were foiling his plans yet again and it must stop!
"We could and yet the same thing would still happen sometime again. We must do something to stop this once and for all!"
Antonio leaned a bit towards the prickly Brit with him and whispered just as Francis took to lifting a fist and shaking it, powered by his unshakable conviction. "Francis looks so fired up..."
Arthur rolled his eyes in reply. "Oh let the Frog talk. 'Faster for him to run out of steam that way."
"--I say we do lock them up together for three days and let them resolve things! Let them be overcome by the power of l'amour!"
"...Or just have them kill each other. Or have Elizaveta kill him."
Antonio was trying not to laugh at the very droll and unimpressed way Arthur had put a damper on the French man's fiery tirade. Francis just looked disgruntled at his very British and very annoying frenemy.
"You are cold, Rosbif. Do you know what you need? You need love, l'amour at its finest--"
"Shut up, Frog. And don't you dare touch me!" Arthur practically slapped away at Francis' near and wandering hands and glared venomously as Francis tried to win him over with a charming smile. Again, Antonio chuckled. This was all so entertaining, really. And Arthur could care less as he stepped forward to go.
"What I need is a drink and I can get that with or without you two idiots." And with that he made his grand, stuffy exit, leaving Antonio and Francis to watch him go.
"Good luck with that, Francis, mi amigo." Antonio said after a moment to the rejected French man. His smile was friendly and cheerful as always. His clap on Francis' shoulder equally so and Francis wished Antonio would just kiss him to make him feel better. Le sigh, but the cheerful Spaniard was as clueless as Gilbert was awesome.
Francis huffed as Antonio called after Arthur so that he could catch up and eventually recognized his defeat. He glanced towards their celebrated couple once more-- "Gross, Elizaveta! Why would the awesome me want to go anywhere near your ass??"-- and allowed the promise of wining, dining, and wenching to call him away.
There would be time for them (Antonio, Arthur, and himself, of course!) to plan out everything and execute Francis' vision. One day, Elizaveta and Gilbert would be locked away together and they would be forced to reveal their innermost feelings for one another! But yes, that would be for later, much later.
Elizaveta's frying pan had just magically appeared and only a man crazier than Francis would stay around for that.
(aka Gilbert)
Translations:
Que Dieu me donne la force - God give me strength At least that's what the Internet says
Mon Dieu! - My God!
L'amour - love
Mi amigo - my friend
I'll probably post this to prussiaxhungary after I finish fixing this up. XD; LOL
I still can't believe I wrote with France. XD; Critique please?
EDIT: Has been posted to prussiaxhungary and hetalia ^_^;; Ahahaha...
Title: Stop the Reruns!
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Francis, Antonio, Arthur (FrancisxAntonio? FrancisxArthur? XD), and GilbertxElizaveta
Summary: Francis, Antonio, and Arthur watch the Gilbert and Elizaveta Show. Again. gakuenaph_dr AU.
"...I told you once, I told you a hundred times, stay away from Roderich!"
"Hey. I can't help it if the nerd's just begging for it."
"He was just standing there minding his own business!"
"Hah! Like he needs to do anything more!"
And as the argument escalated to very intense decibels, Francis lets out a very French sigh. Worldly and bored blue eyes watched the arguing couple for a moment (Why yes, Gilbert and Elizaveta were considered a couple. They're flirting right now, mon Dieu!) before flicking to the other two people who were semi-watching the very familiar scene before them.
"Is it just me or does anybody else have this intense urge to lock them up somewhere together alone for three days, hm?"
Beside him, Antonio chuckled, the sound rich and deep, like hot chocolate, and the French man had to control himself lest he started showing the clueless Spaniard just how much he adored hot chocolate.
Meanwhile, Antonio, oblivious to Francis' perverted tendencies as always, added his two cents. "By the end of those three days, it's either they've done something about all that unresolved tension or killed each other." His amusement was obvious in the words.
"Or Elizaveta kills Gilbert, you mean." put in the other (odd) member of their trio who had a front seat to the Gilbert and Elizaveta Show. Arthur looked the most bored and impatient of the three as he crossed his arms over his sweater-vest attired chest. Thick eyebrows just begging to be trimmed were drawn so close together, Francis almost swore they had become one. When the Englishman sighed, it almost sounded like a groan. "How long do you think this is going to last this time?"
Antonio surveyed the couple as if they were watching a sports match of some kind, taking in their body language and volume ("You're an ass, Gilbert Beilschmidt!" "You just can't handle my AWESOME!"). "I'd say another 10 minutes? Elizaveta doesn't have her frying pan on hand just yet."
And Arthur, ever the strategist, had to ask, "Where does she keep that frying pan anyway?"
A collective shrug from both the Spaniard and the Frog. That was one of the many mysteries that have yet to be solved in their reality.
"You're not awesome. You're just a jerk!"
"You won't know awesome if it reared up and bit you in the ass, Woman!"
At that, Francis really groaned. Very smooth, Gilbert. Very smooth, you idiot. "Que Dieu me donne la force... That can open up to so many different alleys of argument."
"This is going to take forever..." Arthur agreed in his own begrudging way. He so hated agreeing with the Frog.
"Then... Should we just go without him?" Antonio asked, looking at them with green eyes wide with inquiry.
They (along with Gilbert) were all supposed to go off to town when Gilbert happened upon Elizaveta and things went downhill from there. They were missing some wining and dining (and perhaps some wenching on the side) and it was all Gilbert and Elizaveta's fault.
Again.
"We could." Arthur looked so ready to just leave Gilbert to the wrath of Elizaveta's frying pan. He was such a good friend.
And Francis wouldn't argue with him for once and yet the French man had come to be utterly convinced of his idea just as Gilbert leaned a little too close to his lady fair as if to kiss her or bite her nose off. The free Gilbert-Elizaveta flirtation exhibition looked like it really could go on for a while yet. He needed his wining and dining and wenching, mon Dieu! They were foiling his plans yet again and it must stop!
"We could and yet the same thing would still happen sometime again. We must do something to stop this once and for all!"
Antonio leaned a bit towards the prickly Brit with him and whispered just as Francis took to lifting a fist and shaking it, powered by his unshakable conviction. "Francis looks so fired up..."
Arthur rolled his eyes in reply. "Oh let the Frog talk. 'Faster for him to run out of steam that way."
"--I say we do lock them up together for three days and let them resolve things! Let them be overcome by the power of l'amour!"
"...Or just have them kill each other. Or have Elizaveta kill him."
Antonio was trying not to laugh at the very droll and unimpressed way Arthur had put a damper on the French man's fiery tirade. Francis just looked disgruntled at his very British and very annoying frenemy.
"You are cold, Rosbif. Do you know what you need? You need love, l'amour at its finest--"
"Shut up, Frog. And don't you dare touch me!" Arthur practically slapped away at Francis' near and wandering hands and glared venomously as Francis tried to win him over with a charming smile. Again, Antonio chuckled. This was all so entertaining, really. And Arthur could care less as he stepped forward to go.
"What I need is a drink and I can get that with or without you two idiots." And with that he made his grand, stuffy exit, leaving Antonio and Francis to watch him go.
"Good luck with that, Francis, mi amigo." Antonio said after a moment to the rejected French man. His smile was friendly and cheerful as always. His clap on Francis' shoulder equally so and Francis wished Antonio would just kiss him to make him feel better. Le sigh, but the cheerful Spaniard was as clueless as Gilbert was awesome.
Francis huffed as Antonio called after Arthur so that he could catch up and eventually recognized his defeat. He glanced towards their celebrated couple once more-- "Gross, Elizaveta! Why would the awesome me want to go anywhere near your ass??"-- and allowed the promise of wining, dining, and wenching to call him away.
There would be time for them (Antonio, Arthur, and himself, of course!) to plan out everything and execute Francis' vision. One day, Elizaveta and Gilbert would be locked away together and they would be forced to reveal their innermost feelings for one another! But yes, that would be for later, much later.
Elizaveta's frying pan had just magically appeared and only a man crazier than Francis would stay around for that.
(aka Gilbert)
Translations:
Que Dieu me donne la force - God give me strength At least that's what the Internet says
Mon Dieu! - My God!
L'amour - love
Mi amigo - my friend
I'll probably post this to prussiaxhungary after I finish fixing this up. XD; LOL
I still can't believe I wrote with France. XD; Critique please?
EDIT: Has been posted to prussiaxhungary and hetalia ^_^;; Ahahaha...