Bad Friends Trio +
anonymous
March 27 2010, 20:07:43 UTC
So anon loves the BFT. A lot. But what anon loves even more is the BFT+, which means, essentially them plus their significant others and the hijinks that ensue.
Anon wants a High School AU where Spain, France, and Prussia are going out with Romano, Canada, and Hungary respectively, when one day they realize they really haven't met each other's significant others. The cure to this? TRIPLE DATE.
Make it fluffy and make me laugh, anons. I know you can do it.
Captcha says: "Sordid AP"......they all get it on in Advanced Placement Biology or something? XD
Chaos Theory 1/?
anonymous
April 12 2010, 07:19:58 UTC
this is not previous anon. Also, I had to cut the beginning, so there will be a prequel. Or something. --
It started like this:
After school, the sounds of cicadas, outside that one old abandoned building down on Aldridge road that they always made good use of. They'd almost burned the whole damn place down a few times. They'd been hilarious, in retrospect, but less so when it was actually happening. It was a great place to cut class, drink, and take their lovers of the moment out for a quick fuck.
Except those 'lovers of a moment' hadn't happened in some time. Considering that probably in a few months, the lover of the moment would be relegated to 'that chick with the short blond hair and great boobs'. The trio didn't remember names. It was almost a point of honor. But somewhere along the line, they'd settled down. How the hell had that happened - especially Francis of all people? Gilbert hadn't a clue. But these possibly more permanent lovers still hadn't been taken for the ride - they hadn't been down Aldridge road, and
( ... )
Chaos Theory 2/?
anonymous
April 12 2010, 07:24:16 UTC
Matthew blushed, but he'd spent most of the entire time meeting them blushing. Gilbert had a feeling that he spent a lot of his time doing so - or at least, a lot of his time around Francis. No wonder, with the way Francis was constantly touching him. He cupped Matthew's ass right out in the open, slipping his hands into his back jean pockets. He ran his hands through Matthew's hair, kissed his cheeks, his lips, his forehead in succession. Even when just sitting, he rested his arm over Matthew in a possessive manner. It'd taken him quite some doing to win Matthew over again, and he reveled in his victory at any chance
( ... )
Re: Chaos Theory 2/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 02:33:30 UTC
FUCK YES I LOVE THIS. The BFT is soooo epic, and your characterizations are GREAT. I love the Gil-Lizzy interaction, and Franada is pretty much my OTP. Keep it up!!
Chaos Theory 3/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 07:21:21 UTC
Eventually, the road stopped being traversable. It was full of muddy ruts from the recent rainstorms they'd been having. They left the car parked there, right in the middle of the dirt road, and Gilbert pocketed the keys.
"Well, now we hoof it. I don't think it's too far to the lake," Gilbert said.
"Ah, I can't wait to take a dip," Antonio said. "It's been a while since we went swimming."
Matthew's brows furrowed. "We're going swimming? I didn't bring anything..."
"You don't need anything, Matthieu," Francis said.
So it went for some time. They walked on, enjoying the beauties of the forest - like their shoes getting horrifically muddied to the point where that shit was never coming out. There wasn't a lot of group talking. Matthew and Francis kept close and said some things - he couldn't hear, and didn't want to hear anyways. Antonio and Lovino did about the same. He and Liz didn't however. Mostly because the closest thing they got to romance was a frying pan to the head
( ... )
Chaos Theory 4/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 07:27:10 UTC
Antonio looked perplexed, and dabbed his fingers in the red liquid staining his shirt, and brought it to his lips. Then there was comprehension lighting his eyes.
"Oh, it's tomato juice! And...a bit of tequila, I think. You know, I always said my Abuelo's flask would stop a bullet, but I never thought I'd get the chance to prove it."
Lovino flushed. "You....you....you asshole!"
"Ahhh~ What were you saying about missing me? Lovinito, you do care!"
"I SAID NOTHING!"
Antonio chuckled and pulled him closer. "Actions speak louder than words, mi vida."
His swearing was cut off by Antonio's kisses. From kiss to kiss, Lovino would break free and scream something like I'm going to bite you to death, but apparently Antonio took that as an endearment.
Fucking crazy, man. That's what Antonio was. Don't even get started on that gold fetish of his.
"I think he's gone, Matthieu."
Matthew fell to his knees. "Tabarnac. Mon ostie de saint-sacrament de câlice de crisse! So maybe that was why Francis was caught up on him. Gilbert barely
( ... )
Chaos Theory 5/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 07:53:08 UTC
They lolled about and splashed. Matthew refused to get much into it, Lovino looked like he wanted to have them all 'sleep with the fishes', but Liz had a blast in their splash wars. Only when the sun began to set, and colors came over the lake like a canvas in red and blue and purple did they get out.
Antonio carried Lovino on his back out of the water.
"I hope you die," he spat out. He looked away to hide his blush.
"If I die near you, then it'll be a happy death!"
"Crazy fool," Lovino muttered, but it lacked vitriol.
"I'm seconding this, you're a crazy motherfucker, man," Gilbert said.
Matthew looked perplexed. "Why is it that you're always threatening each other with painful death? Don't you like one another?"
"It's love, Matthieu," Francis explained.
"We're not like that," Matthew mumbled in response. He pushed up his glasses, which were spattered with water. There was already a red tint forming at his cheeks.
"That's because they're barbarians, and we're not," Francis said
( ... )
Re: Chaos Theory 5/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 15:33:28 UTC
Hahaha, oh God, Gilbert, I love you. But I love this Lizzy just a little bit more than you considering she's by far my favourite part of the fic. Only Hetalia would have me get hot for a woman skinnydipping with five hot guys. Seriously, the fact that she doesn't care about flashing everyone makes her damn hot. Francis is the second best thing in the story, by virtue of all the cast being perverts and Francis being thrice the pervert anybody else is
Chaos Theory 6/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 16:54:51 UTC
Lovino had, his back pushed against a tree for leverage. That was going to leave some serious scratches in the morning. Antonio was kissing his neck, propping him up as they rubbed together.
On the other side, Francis was on top of Matthew. For a moment, Gilbert thought he was giving it to him good, but then he realized that Francis was riding Matthew's cock, and not the other way around. Right about now would be the point to snicker about Francis' lack of manhood, but he made no secret that he loved taking it up the ass. Then again, was there anything sexual he didn't love? Maybe something really hardcore, but if so, Gilbert had yet to see it. Besides, he might be apologizing. Matthew had seemed pretty ticked off at him
( ... )
Chaos Theory 8/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:00:47 UTC
"I wouldn't usually say this, but you guys are actually kind of awesome. Awesome enough to be part of the trio, at least for as long as we're all around," Gilbert said.
Antonio laughed. "I'm with Lovi for life, otherwise, he'll kill me. Give me some concrete shoes, eh Lovito?"
"She'd castrate me and feed me my entrails if I ever ditched her," Gilbert said. "I'd wish for death."
They looked at Matthew.
"I'm a pacifist," he said, shrugging. "If Francis wishes to spend his life going from bar floozie to bar floozie, having nothing but meaningless sex and being emotionally crippled and disease ridden until he finally dies a sad, lonely death, then I can't exact stop him, now can I?" He smiled too sweetly at Francis. So sweet it looked almost predatory, like he was daring Francis to say otherwise. Gilbert was getting a feeling that Matthew wasn't half as fragile as he seemed at first glance
( ... )
Chaos Theory 9/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:11:32 UTC
"Classical? Seriously, Francis?" Gilbert said.
"Would you prefer an easy listening station?" Francis said.
"Ugh, hell no. If Celine Dion came on, I might just have to put myself out of my misery."
"You like Beethoven. Beethoven is classical," Francis said.
"That's because Beethoven was awesome. I have the coolest techno remix of the Ninth on my computer at home," Gilbert said.
"It suits my purposes," Francis said. And with that, the subject was closed.
Francis held out his hand. "Care for a dance, mon chéri"Oh..sure. I'm not very good at dancing, though. Two left feet, eh," Matthew replied. He rubbed crumbs from his face, which had just the slightest flush and took Francis' hand. Francis was a little too drunk and stoned for anything fancy, so their dancing was more of the high school slow dance kind. Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding. Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The
( ... )
Chaos Theory 10/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:16:56 UTC
*
Lovino's house was next. They pulled up, and the first thing Gilbert noticed was a Ludvig-like shape silhouetted across the curtains.
"The potato bastard is here," Lovino said through gritted teeth.
This somehow lead to them going inside. Probably Liz's doing, the promise of more guylove and all. Ludvig's hair looked oddly disordered, and his shirt not quite buttoned up right. And if Gilbert knew anything, it was that Ludvig always was in order, unless perhaps he'd gotten interrupted.... Heh, nice to see that his brother got some too. Gilbert hoped he'd not taking for-fucking-ever and had actually finished, because Ludvig with blue balls would be hellish to deal with.
"Hi Antonio!" Feliciano chirped. He wasn't wearing pants. In fact, he seemed to only be wearing a shirt entirely too large for him - which might have explained why Ludvig's shirt wasn't fitting him right.
Lovino glared daggers at both of them, and Ludvig simultaneously.
"Wait...is that my car"Hell no, it's just a car that happens to look a lot like your car
( ... )
Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:18:14 UTC
"So, is everyone here. Antonio, you're better with cameras than Francis, I hope?"
Francis took a hold of the large brass knocker carved in a grotesque shape of some gremlin or something and knocked. He used that French charm of his way straight to the master. And that was when Gilbert struck. He jumped out from the bushes and practically tackled Roderich. They weren't that much different in terms of height, so it didn't take much to yank on his cravat (and seriously, who wears a cravat anymore?) and pull him down for a kiss. He shoved him to the wall and rubbed over his vital regions. A moan escaped his throat as Gilbert bit his lower lip
( ... )
Anon wants a High School AU where Spain, France, and Prussia are going out with Romano, Canada, and Hungary respectively, when one day they realize they really haven't met each other's significant others. The cure to this? TRIPLE DATE.
Make it fluffy and make me laugh, anons. I know you can do it.
Captcha says: "Sordid AP"......they all get it on in Advanced Placement Biology or something? XD
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It started like this:
After school, the sounds of cicadas, outside that one old abandoned building down on Aldridge road that they always made good use of. They'd almost burned the whole damn place down a few times. They'd been hilarious, in retrospect, but less so when it was actually happening. It was a great place to cut class, drink, and take their lovers of the moment out for a quick fuck.
Except those 'lovers of a moment' hadn't happened in some time. Considering that probably in a few months, the lover of the moment would be relegated to 'that chick with the short blond hair and great boobs'. The trio didn't remember names. It was almost a point of honor. But somewhere along the line, they'd settled down. How the hell had that happened - especially Francis of all people? Gilbert hadn't a clue. But these possibly more permanent lovers still hadn't been taken for the ride - they hadn't been down Aldridge road, and ( ... )
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Eventually, the road stopped being traversable. It was full of muddy ruts from the recent rainstorms they'd been having. They left the car parked there, right in the middle of the dirt road, and Gilbert pocketed the keys.
"Well, now we hoof it. I don't think it's too far to the lake," Gilbert said.
"Ah, I can't wait to take a dip," Antonio said. "It's been a while since we went swimming."
Matthew's brows furrowed. "We're going swimming? I didn't bring anything..."
"You don't need anything, Matthieu," Francis said.
Matthew's cheeks tinted. "O-oh. Skinnydipping. Right."
So it went for some time. They walked on, enjoying the beauties of the forest - like their shoes getting horrifically muddied to the point where that shit was never coming out. There wasn't a lot of group talking. Matthew and Francis kept close and said some things - he couldn't hear, and didn't want to hear anyways. Antonio and Lovino did about the same. He and Liz didn't however. Mostly because the closest thing they got to romance was a frying pan to the head ( ... )
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"Oh, it's tomato juice! And...a bit of tequila, I think. You know, I always said my Abuelo's flask would stop a bullet, but I never thought I'd get the chance to prove it."
Lovino flushed. "You....you....you asshole!"
"Ahhh~ What were you saying about missing me? Lovinito, you do care!"
"I SAID NOTHING!"
Antonio chuckled and pulled him closer. "Actions speak louder than words, mi vida."
His swearing was cut off by Antonio's kisses. From kiss to kiss, Lovino would break free and scream something like I'm going to bite you to death, but apparently Antonio took that as an endearment.
Fucking crazy, man. That's what Antonio was. Don't even get started on that gold fetish of his.
"I think he's gone, Matthieu."
Matthew fell to his knees. "Tabarnac. Mon ostie de saint-sacrament de câlice de crisse! So maybe that was why Francis was caught up on him. Gilbert barely ( ... )
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They lolled about and splashed. Matthew refused to get much into it, Lovino looked like he wanted to have them all 'sleep with the fishes', but Liz had a blast in their splash wars. Only when the sun began to set, and colors came over the lake like a canvas in red and blue and purple did they get out.
Antonio carried Lovino on his back out of the water.
"I hope you die," he spat out. He looked away to hide his blush.
"If I die near you, then it'll be a happy death!"
"Crazy fool," Lovino muttered, but it lacked vitriol.
"I'm seconding this, you're a crazy motherfucker, man," Gilbert said.
Matthew looked perplexed. "Why is it that you're always threatening each other with painful death? Don't you like one another?"
"It's love, Matthieu," Francis explained.
"We're not like that," Matthew mumbled in response. He pushed up his glasses, which were spattered with water. There was already a red tint forming at his cheeks.
"That's because they're barbarians, and we're not," Francis said ( ... )
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Francis is the second best thing in the story, by virtue of all the cast being perverts and Francis being thrice the pervert anybody else is
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On the other side, Francis was on top of Matthew. For a moment, Gilbert thought he was giving it to him good, but then he realized that Francis was riding Matthew's cock, and not the other way around. Right about now would be the point to snicker about Francis' lack of manhood, but he made no secret that he loved taking it up the ass. Then again, was there anything sexual he didn't love? Maybe something really hardcore, but if so, Gilbert had yet to see it. Besides, he might be apologizing. Matthew had seemed pretty ticked off at him ( ... )
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"I wouldn't usually say this, but you guys are actually kind of awesome. Awesome enough to be part of the trio, at least for as long as we're all around," Gilbert said.
Antonio laughed. "I'm with Lovi for life, otherwise, he'll kill me. Give me some concrete shoes, eh Lovito?"
"She'd castrate me and feed me my entrails if I ever ditched her," Gilbert said. "I'd wish for death."
They looked at Matthew.
"I'm a pacifist," he said, shrugging. "If Francis wishes to spend his life going from bar floozie to bar floozie, having nothing but meaningless sex and being emotionally crippled and disease ridden until he finally dies a sad, lonely death, then I can't exact stop him, now can I?" He smiled too sweetly at Francis. So sweet it looked almost predatory, like he was daring Francis to say otherwise. Gilbert was getting a feeling that Matthew wasn't half as fragile as he seemed at first glance ( ... )
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"Classical? Seriously, Francis?" Gilbert said.
"Would you prefer an easy listening station?" Francis said.
"Ugh, hell no. If Celine Dion came on, I might just have to put myself out of my misery."
"You like Beethoven. Beethoven is classical," Francis said.
"That's because Beethoven was awesome. I have the coolest techno remix of the Ninth on my computer at home," Gilbert said.
"It suits my purposes," Francis said. And with that, the subject was closed.
Francis held out his hand. "Care for a dance, mon chéri"Oh..sure. I'm not very good at dancing, though. Two left feet, eh," Matthew replied. He rubbed crumbs from his face, which had just the slightest flush and took Francis' hand. Francis was a little too drunk and stoned for anything fancy, so their dancing was more of the high school slow dance kind. Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding. Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The ( ... )
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Lovino's house was next. They pulled up, and the first thing Gilbert noticed was a Ludvig-like shape silhouetted across the curtains.
"The potato bastard is here," Lovino said through gritted teeth.
This somehow lead to them going inside. Probably Liz's doing, the promise of more guylove and all. Ludvig's hair looked oddly disordered, and his shirt not quite buttoned up right. And if Gilbert knew anything, it was that Ludvig always was in order, unless perhaps he'd gotten interrupted.... Heh, nice to see that his brother got some too. Gilbert hoped he'd not taking for-fucking-ever and had actually finished, because Ludvig with blue balls would be hellish to deal with.
"Hi Antonio!" Feliciano chirped. He wasn't wearing pants. In fact, he seemed to only be wearing a shirt entirely too large for him - which might have explained why Ludvig's shirt wasn't fitting him right.
Lovino glared daggers at both of them, and Ludvig simultaneously.
"Wait...is that my car"Hell no, it's just a car that happens to look a lot like your car ( ... )
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"So, is everyone here. Antonio, you're better with cameras than Francis, I hope?"
Francis took a hold of the large brass knocker carved in a grotesque shape of some gremlin or something and knocked. He used that French charm of his way straight to the master. And that was when Gilbert struck. He jumped out from the bushes and practically tackled Roderich. They weren't that much different in terms of height, so it didn't take much to yank on his cravat (and seriously, who wears a cravat anymore?) and pull him down for a kiss. He shoved him to the wall and rubbed over his vital regions. A moan escaped his throat as Gilbert bit his lower lip ( ... )
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