"Ay Dios mio…."
"I know, right?"
You and your three friends stared up at your ten foot tall Christmas tree in wonder.
"And you want us to decorate this…?" asked Gilbert, turning his red eyes on you.
"I'll help of course."
"_____.... This is going to take forever." Francis pointed out.
"Do you have a ladder?" Antonio asked, the gears turning in his head.
"Yes, yes I do, Antonio. Thank you for trying to help!" you stuck your tongue out at the other two and went to go grab the ladder from your garage.
"Well, gentlemen." Gil announced as soon as you had gone, "I see we have a mission."
"Yes, we do." Francis nodded solemnly.
"Wait, are you talking about decorating the Christmas tree or seducing ____?" asked Antonio, not quite grasping the plan.
"_______ of course!" shouted Gil and Francis simultaneously.
"So, what's the plan?" Gil asked his friends, mischief glinting in his eyes.
"I've got gingerbread cookies!" you shouted delightedly, skipping into the room, carrying a tray of fresh baked sweets.
"Mmmm… they look almost as delicious as you." murmured Francis, appearing behind you and reaching around your waist for a gingerbread man.
"Muy rico, _____. You'll have to show me how to make them sometime…" Antonio winked one of his deep green eyes at you, giving you an innocent smile.
"Yeah, Frau. Real good. I've always liked women who could cook…" Gil grabbed your forearms, pulling you close to him and grinning. The only thing separating the two of you was the sheet of cookies- now seeming much smaller than it had before.
"Guys… Cool your jets." You flushed, "You're creeping me out… Let's just decorate the tree okay?"
Francis pouted, "You're no fun…"
"Only because you blush so sweetly…" Antonio ran a finger along your jaw and gave another of his charming smiles.
Gil just laughed, "I don't make promises I can't keep. You should know that by now."
You sighed, taking out the first box of ornaments and opening it. You picked up your favorite, taking it in your hand delicately and hanging in one of the premium spots on the tree. "There…" you beamed. "I don't care what we put on the tree now… As long as it has this it's perfect."
"So I can get my stripper ornament out then?!" Gil asked delightedly.
"No!" You and Antonio shouted at the same time. You turned to each other, identical looks of surprise on your faces and burst out laughing.
Over the next three hours, the four of you decorated the tree to various holiday songs.
Gilbert, the tallest of your group, had just finished putting the last ornament on the tree and it was time to set the star on top.
"I get to do it!" you squealed, holding the star in your hand and bounding over to the ladder. You stretched up, trying to reach the tip of the tree but you just couldn't reach- not even when you stood on your tiptoes.
"Here, let me help, chica." Antonio said softly and the next thing you knew you had been lifted off the ladder and onto the Spaniard's shoulders. You reached for the tree again- closer but still no cigar.
"I can't reach…"
Gilbert and Francis rushed to your side and with Antonio's help they managed to hold you up by your thighs with sufficient support so you could set the star on top of the enormous Christmas tree.
"There." You announced and the boy's arms gave way, letting you topple to the ground in a big heap.
After a minute or so of giggling you finally got serious.
"Francis… Get your hand off my boob."
"Ohonhonhonhon~ Don't pretend you don't like it, Cherie."
"Francis, I'm warning you."
"Alright, alright!" There was much shifting around and you were free of all inappropriate touching.
You stood with a groan and began to help the others up as well.
"______..." Gilbert said softly.
"You're missing something, chica…" Antonio smiled kindly at you.
"What? What is it?" You began to look frantically around yourself for the missing something.
"Look up." Francis smirked.
You tilted your head up. Hanging from a bright red ribbon, there sat a little sprig of mistletoe. "Oh…"
"Pucker up." The Bad Touch Trio closed in around you, identical perverted grins on their faces.
"Guys… I really don't think this is a good plan…" You tried to back away, only to bump into Antonio.
"Come on, ______-ita. It'll be fun…" He nodded enthusiastically, turning your face to his.
"Are you ready?" he asked, green eyes sparkling.
"You are? Fantastico!" Antonio leaned in and planted his lips upon yours. The kiss was soft and sweet and gentle. Antonio pulled away from you, "That wasn't too bad, was it, chica?" He laughed as you shook your head.
Francis tapped the Spaniard on the shoulder, "My turn." He announced, spinning you around and kissing you passionately. You could smell the strong scent of roses and feel the scratch of Francis's stubble against your chin. But before anything at all could really happen you were being pulled away by Gilbert.
The albino's kiss was needy and full of fervor. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close so you couldn't escape him. When you felt his tongue poking at your closed lips you decided it was time for the game to be over.
You parted the kiss with a wet sucking sound. "Th-That's enough." You stuttered, blushing like one of Toni's tomatoes. "I think it's time for you to go…" You pushed Gilbert away from you, stumbling backwards and almost knocking into the tree.
"Well that was fun…." Gilbert said matter-of-factly. "But you're right… We should be going. Frohe Weihnachten, Frau." He winked at you, grinning creepily.
"Feliz Navidad." Toni smiled, waving goodbye.
"Joyeux Noël." Francis gave you a last peck on the cheek.
"Have a safe night, you three!" You called to the Trio as they filed out the door.
"We can't promise anything!" Gilbert turned, looking you straight in the eye.
"How could I have forgotten? You-"
"I don't make promises I can't keep."
I hope you like it because it was annoying as hell to write... I just run out of flirty things...
Also by the way when Antonio says "_____-ita" I was referring to the Spanish pet name. They add ita or ito onto the ends of words and it means "little." Like for my name (Julie) it would be Julita. It's just a cute nickname thing... Yeah.
"So I can get my stripper ornament out then?!" Gil asked delightedly.
Me: I regret what I said earlier....
Still, what Prussia said made me laugh so hard and my family is looking at me like, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
0% anything else
I AM PROPERTY OF SPAIN!
Loki (1p form): You know you love them~
Kyra (me!): *Nagito Komaeda laughter* ahhh why do I do this to myself
That would mean mostly Francis, as I am mostly French-Canadian. However, I am partly Ger-Prussian, Prussian, sorry. I am NOT at all Spanish. Sorry Antonio!
(Me) Shut it idiota! -blushes-
(Pennsylvania) -giggles- I can't wait for the next time they come over~
Prussia: Me of course!
Me: Oh yeah... i am mostly German...
Spain: No fair!
Me: I am not even Spanish dude, sorry
France: But you are French mon cherie correct?
Me: Correct, but I am mostly German.
Prussia: YOU MEAN PRUSSIAN!
Me: Yes, I am mostly Prussian...
Prussia: Gut! Beriet von schwimmengen?
Me: No, as much as I want to go swimming, it is too hot outside to do ANYTHING.
(In the middle of a heat wave, I wish I was in a colder climate right w )
Russia: Come to Russia da?
Me: WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!?!?!
And they don't make promises they can't keep..
...I AM NOT LITTLE, THAT'S JUST HOW WE ROLL IN THE SHIRE!!!