*On the Plane to Funkytown*

[i_got_5_meters]

His Vati had questioned where he was going and Feliciano had tried to get him to stay by crying and making him pasta, but Gilbert already had his mind made up and was on his way out the door. His bruder's boyfriend was always the clingy type, even with him. It was weird sometimes, but the little guy was adorable and was somehow able to put up with

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[viva_la_francis]

Francis got the the airport a little early and rented Gilbert a red Peugeot Cityscape to match his black one and he parked it next to his own in the parking spot in the garage. He then went in to the baggage claim area to wait for his friend to come in from his flight

[i_got_5_meters]

It wasn't going to be a long flight, so Gilbert knew he had to work his charms in good time if he was going to have any fun before landing. He unzipped his red fleece jacket and comfortably rested in his seat with his arms tucked behind his head, the fabric of his well-fitting shirt shifting just enough to show off his lean frame. Had to show off the goods, right? Within moments he heard the gentle tap-tapping of the flight attendants's heels approaching down the wide isle, stopping next to his seat. He felt her tuck the complimentary pillow and blanket into the space between his leg and the arm rest and he had to try his damndest to stop the grin from spreading farther across his pale face

[viva_la_francis]

Francis hugged Gilbert tightly and kissed both cheeks in greeting. "I would mon cher and tous les détails croustillants ((I want all the juicy details))" He said as he tossed Gilbert a helmet.

"But after we get back to my Apartment. It's cold outside today and I have food and beer waiting." Francis said leading them out and once on the bike drove them to the 6ème Arrondissements St. Germain area of Paris. It was trendy and wealthy and full off upscale boutiques and restaurants and Francis' gorgeous apartment was above his Mother's Restaurant.

He got Gilbert installed in an elegant Guestroom, tossed his friend a Beer, fixed himself some warm mulled wine and then purred over the rim of his glass.

"Now... tell me everything."

[i_got_5_meters]

"Effin' Eh, man, effin' eh." Gilbert chuckled as he gladly hugged his friend back. Somehow the guy always seemed to smell like roses.

Francis wasn't joking. It was most definitely cold outside and, in typical Gilbert fashion hadn't dressed the part. He had his fleece jacket, and he'd be able to make due with that he supposed. Once the alcohol got into his system it wasn't goign to matter anyway. "Beer?" Gilbert deftly caught the helmet Francis tossed him, his pale ears perking up at the prospect of good drink.

The ride through Paris to his friend's apartment was just as he'd remembered it. He wondered just how many of the shopkeepers and passersby were cringing at seeing the two infamous figures zooming past them along the cobbles.

Once again with swift and well practiced hands, Gilbert caught the profferred beverage. "Alright. So first off...getting your rocks off at 36,000 feet is pretty damned awesome." He started with a smug grin.

[viva_la_francis]

"It was just Mama and I and very tranquil. We cooked, we ate, we slept. I did talk to Arthur on Video chat later that evening. It's all good." Francis said sipping his wine and sighing.

"Mama gave me the Cityscape and a new set of gourmet cookware. I am taking those back with me, I will teach Arthur to cook if it kills me."

[i_got_5_meters]

Gilbert leaned back in his seat with an easy sort of smile. Not his usual wolfish grin. "Sounds like I should have just come here in the first place. Your mutti's cooking is the shiz-nite....and she puts up with me without bitching."

Although he wouldn't dare admit it to anybody, it actually felt good to be in a bit of a quiet and relaxed environment for a little while. When Gilbert wasn't proving to be the awesome terror of the school, he would sometimes retreat to anywhere he could get a little quiet. It just so happened that Most of the time it entailed lounging around with Francis or Toni. No one else really seemed to understand him.

"I think teaching eyebrows to cook WOULD kill you." Gilbert remarked through a mouthful of food. It was freaking delicious and he couldn't stop himself from eating it even if it meant while he was trying to talk. "I've been hit by his baked goods before, and those things leave bruises."

[viva_la_francis]

"And probably should be condemned as a biological hazzard." Francis added with a chuckle going off to bring back:

[i_got_5_meters]

Gilbert watched Francis leave, patting his stomach in satisfaction as he finished his meal only to be roused again by the smell of sweets and coffee. If there was a drink Gilbert liked even remotely close to beer, it had to be coffee. It was handy for those times of hangover recovery

[viva_la_francis]

Sometimes Gilbert could be so juvenile. Francis had yet to sophisticate him (But not for lack of trying.)

"After this, there will be dancing in the square until the hour. Trust me, even Arthur understands dancing is not cheating, I will have more than enough to occupy me shortly." Francis said, slurping his oysters on the half shell like a master.

He even made slurping elegant and an art form. Francis exuded decadence from the tips of his toes to his graceful flip of flaxen locks.

He had quite a few sighing admirers watching him with undisguised interest... and he knew it and like a cat ignored them with bored disinterest... leaving them captivated.

Oh yes, he was a master of subtle seduction. Even if he had no intention of following through, the game itself was more than entertaining enough.

[i_got_5_meters]

It wasn't ALWAYS that Gilbert was juvenile, but after being cooped up with his combined family for a couple weeks in the mountains with nothing to do had driven the albino positively stir crazy. Boredomwas the main motivation behind a great many of Gilbert's greatest capers, and when he had an at least semi-cooperative partner in crime things tended to get a little worse. He slurped another oyster and settled down somewhat, proud of his accomplishments so far. "That's the Franny I know! It's good to see the leash isn't as tight as I thought." A roguish laugh escaped his lips which curved with an easy grin

[viva_la_francis]

"I'm sure Arthur was already drunk hours ago, sobered a little and now is into round two. I've been getting sexts and pictures of his penis all evening. And yes, every last one of them are saved... forever. His drunken texts are gold." Francis chuckled finishing his wine, giving Gilbert the last few oysters on the tray as he stood and tossed a tip on the table.

"Now, mon ami, let us delight the ladies. I feel a TANGO in my toes." Francis said gliding away into the crowd toward the dancing.

Assume Gilbert would follow behind.

[i_got_5_meters]

"Of course he would be into round two by now. You're not there to give him round one!" Gilbert gave his buddy a wink and a nudge. As much as he teased the Brit mercilessly or teased Francis about him, he didn't actually dislike the guy. He just seemed to have a particular talent for getting a dramatic and hilarious rise out of him. He couldn't help himself. "If he sexts like he cooks though, your vital regions might fall off

[marcus_roma]

Gilbert's phone indicated he had a text message.

##Your Vati is livid. Your fratello is plotting your demise. Feli is crying and you drank all my booze so I can't even get drunk to ignore the wreckage you left in your wake... thanks a lot! Brat! Revenge will be sweet. When you least expect it... expect it. - Vati Marc##

[mythicalengland]

Gilbert's Phone had another Text arrive on the heels of the last one... This one was obviously a drunk text.

### Listen you kraut smelling GIT. I can drink you table the under any day. No fucking my boyfriend! ###