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Bad Touch Trio AU

[anonymous]

This anon is a sucker for the bad touch trio and would LOVE to read some slice-of-life-stylish Fic about them being roommates (in a love-triangle-esque thing...)
Just something calm, funny, fluffy... smexy(?).

Example 1: Prussia and Spain are togheter but don't mind the everyonesexual France joining in on them sometimes.

Example 2: All of them are somehow in love with another, who likes the other one (how do you EXPRESS that? o.O) Like so: Spain-->Prussia-->France-->Spain. Lots of chaos ensues.

Example 3: One of them wants to move out because he's met someone and the other two try to prevent that from happening. Yeah... think of those methods!

I never found a fic quite like that so that's why I'm requesting it, even though I'm SURE there must be one floating out there in the dephts of the internet.. *sigh*

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [4/?]

[anonymous]

This is absolutely gorgeous, author anon! I can't wait to read more! The dialogue and jumps in narration are fantastic, they give the story a unique flow, and the characterizations are brilliant but also refreshing, in a way; I especially like your Spain, as seen through the eyes of Gilbert too. And Francis <3 and poor, molested ArthurXD

I love the ways in which you keep introducing the cast as past friends, acquaintances, etc (Tino and Berwald, Roderich, Ludwig and Elizaveta, lol), and I have to praise your ability to give them a life outside their friendship, which is something 99% of authors simply don't bother to do in their fics (their friends or significant other are ALL their life).
I also love the subtle clues to some issues they may have, like Francis putting some distance with his saturday nights and his college friends, or Gilbert's abandonment issues.
And the writing is gorgeous too <3<3<3

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [4/?]

[anonymous]

Oh, this is charming! I'll definitely be following this.

OP~

[anonymous]

Wow, you're fast! O.O

I love Francis' Frenchness in this. And how he's going all philosopher on Antonio xD

The "Antonio smiled with his eyes"-line was so beautiful! Aaaaw I really want to cuddle your Spain-characterization >.<

Hm, I wonder who Aubrey is... Belgium? Or not a nation at all?

Oh Gilbert, why so superstitious? xD So he set fire to a toilet? Lol! Damn I just love how you bring so much life into the story.. Also, I'm really looking forward to what roles you gave to the other nations. So they're friends with Finland and Sweden, Austria is Gilberts cousin and Hungary is Austrias ex-wife. And S.Italy is the mysterious (smiling! *gasp*) Mafia!guy. Right?

And thank you so much for trying to fit so many of my ideas into the story :D Here, have your promised AWESOME-sign!

the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [5/?]

[anonymous]

Gilbert had a four hour break in between his twelve o' clock class and his evening labs. His seven o' clock class was the worst because it was on organic chemistry. Neither Antonio nor Francis knew shit about organic chemistry (Francis, the magnificent motherfucker, claimed he was allergic to the lab sciences). It meant he actually had to do the homework by himself. This sucked for several reasons, including the first and most important one: it sucked

the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

After suddenly mustering up the motivation to finish homework, he decided to turn on his phone. He saw that he'd missed a call from Elizaveta. Elizaveta was currently attending school in Boston as an adult student, studying Psychology. She had spent all her life in Hungary studying calculus and physics because girls were encouraged to devote themselves to science. She came to America, ostensibly to continue these studies, but then an incredibly young and enthusiastic tenured professor at Wesleyan introduced her to Freud. Within a month, he had her smelling ether. She ended up marrying him, and they moved to New York where Roderich assumed the role of head chairperson of a non-profit association. The three used to go out on town a lot. Gilbert couldn't really remember when exactly they'd divorced, or why. For one thing, it wasn't his business. Another thing, people fell out of love just as quickly as they tumbled in. It was normal

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

You know, authoranon, the jumping from nonsensical to serious and back is the most charming point of this story, at least for me.

And I love this fill! ♥

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

Ooh, but I love the narrative! It's what makes this story so lively <3

It's so interesting to see the Austria/Hungary/Prussia-relationship like that for a change. Usually it's always Austria/Hungary and Prussia being jealous and a dick xD

The little Prussia/Spain bit in this was so endearing <3 And France somehow always makes me laugh. Lol, the line with the cookies! Did I already tell you that I love your humor?

Awesome chapter again, anon! I'm already looking forward for the next :)

^

[anonymous]

OP, by the way^^

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

This is too beautiful for words. I'm lovin' it. <3

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

I really like this fic. And I love the Prussia/Spain, a lot more than the Spamano! I wasnt to know where those 2 are going to end up!

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [6/?]

[anonymous]

I love this AU! <3 It's so alive and full of wonderful details.

the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [7/?]

[anonymous]

All though Saturday, Francis typed. Because he could, he owned one of those archaic typewriters from 1948 that still somehow worked, a novelty that had yet to be explained by modern science. Francis typed all of his first drafts on the typewriter, after which he transferred his works its distressingly uglier cousin, the word processor. He'd been quiet since returning late Friday night. Gilbert and Antonio had been home, and Antonio was telling Gilbert about one of his regulars, a Belgian girl who came every Tuesday and Thursday. She always ordered the same drink, tall Caramel Macchiato. But today, she blanked on her order and he had to remind her

the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [8/?]

[anonymous]

"What is this, a fucking love confession scene?" Gilbert quickly recovered and solemnly held up his right hand: "Guys, I have something to say. I'm so much in love right now, I'm gonna shit my pants. I might even have an emergency."

"You didn't do it right. You need to flutter your eyelashes and pout."

"Like this?" he even blushed.

"Oh, you shouldn't have!"

"I'm about to faint, my head feels light!"

"I'll catch you!"

"Here, let me serenade you. Because that's the solution to life, really, serenading."

"Let me sing you a Spanish lullaby. While massaging your feet and gazing into your corneas. Or was it the pupils?"

"Let me sing you some Rammstein. Or Wagner. Take your pick

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [9/9]

[anonymous]

What they had, they believed, was not love; it was something even better. Francis had yet to coin a phrase for it, but one day he would find the right inspiration and until then it was this: three and only three. In many regards, it was easier. Fewer secrets, more fun, and transparency is a beautiful thing until you realize you don't want to know every minute detail of your friends' intimate lives. Like when Francis, in the midst of preparing for his dissertation, decided to become enamored with his Anthropology friend, Arthur, and thought the world was going to end because Arthur rejected him for reasons too silly to divulge here. That took a long time to get him to feel better, though it helped that Arthur later moved to San Francisco for a post teaching Linguistics

Re: the apartment, or: how to i learned to forget cooking and love take-out [9/9]

[anonymous]

PFFFT. That ending. <3

Your writing style is awesome and unique, don't ever change. XDD <3