[ fanfic ] : Two Hours Later - part the first
title: Two Hours Later
fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
characters/pairing: Bad Touch Trio
warnings: complete lack of actual plot/writing skill/anything you actually want to read
quote: "Hey! The only one allowed to make such a flashy entrance is me!"
notes: written for enekoro_sama . I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a bit before I actually get through to those two hours... and actually write what you want to read... >< Sorry!
Drinking with Francis and Gilbert is never a good idea, but it’s never sounded so appealing before. After two days of work and no time to take a break, Antonio would take any chance to have some fun.
Even if it would probably end with a hangover in the morning and pictures on Gilbert’s camera he would have to delete before he woke up.
Disregarding whatever damage control he’d have to do in the morning (or afternoon, depending on the drinks for tonight), Antonio barged into Francis’s flat without knocking and shouted out a greeting.
“Hey! The only one allowed to make such a flashy entrance is the awesome me, you moron!” That was the only warning he got before being barreled into at high speed by one of his two best friends.
He stumbled back and managed to prevent himself from falling onto the hardwood floor. Francis wouldn’t be very happy if he spilled the alcohol he’d brought. Aside from the fact that it was a very nice Chardonnay, Arthur probably wouldn’t let him lick it off the floor.
“Gilbert - if I drop this bottle on the ground, Francis and I will kill you,” Antonio said quickly, regaining his balance with little trouble. “And besides, you’d like this too, wouldn’t you?”
“What? No way!” the man declared with obscene self-righteousness. “I only drink beer! Beer is the most awesome drink ever!”
“Mon ami, you are sadly mistaken.” Dressed in his usual half-unbuttoned shirt and dressy pants, Francis appeared in the kitchen doorway, shaking his head in mock pity. “Wine -” he waltzed over and snatched the bottle out of Antonio’s hands “- is so much better! So much more… civilized.”
Gilbert snorted disparagingly and slung an arm over Antonio’s shoulders. “No way, man! Beer is like, so much more awesome. West agrees - and so do you, Antonio! Right?”
Laughing, Antonio threw himself onto the couch, dragging the self-proclaimed ruler of the universe with him as he did so. “Sorry, Gil. I prefer wine, myself.”
The albino snorts and crosses his legs. “Ah, whatever. Beer would be wasted on you, anyway.” Antonio just laughs and turns on the TV Francis had somehow carted through the dorm door. It’s a mystery how it got in and it’s also a mystery how he even paid for it.
Not that it matters to him two hours later, when his mind is cheerfully ignoring whatever his body is telling him (it’s telling him to stop, by the way) and downing cup after cup of that nice Chardonnay. Francis hasn’t cleaned up the plates from dinner and has instead chosen to start stripping in front of the television, to Gilbert’s irritation and Antonio’s… delight?
This is what friends are for, he decides, and slumps over the arm of the sofa, quite unconscious.
At five in the morning, he wakes up pinned beneath someone asleep, snoring, and very, very, naked.
Oh well. Now, the person knocking on the door… Whoever it is, they probably won’t be pleased. Hopefully it’s not anyone with an particularly innocent mind.
fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
characters/pairing: Bad Touch Trio
warnings: complete lack of actual plot/writing skill/anything you actually want to read
quote: "Hey! The only one allowed to make such a flashy entrance is me!"
notes: written for enekoro_sama . I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a bit before I actually get through to those two hours... and actually write what you want to read... >< Sorry!
Drinking with Francis and Gilbert is never a good idea, but it’s never sounded so appealing before. After two days of work and no time to take a break, Antonio would take any chance to have some fun.
Even if it would probably end with a hangover in the morning and pictures on Gilbert’s camera he would have to delete before he woke up.
Disregarding whatever damage control he’d have to do in the morning (or afternoon, depending on the drinks for tonight), Antonio barged into Francis’s flat without knocking and shouted out a greeting.
“Hey! The only one allowed to make such a flashy entrance is the awesome me, you moron!” That was the only warning he got before being barreled into at high speed by one of his two best friends.
He stumbled back and managed to prevent himself from falling onto the hardwood floor. Francis wouldn’t be very happy if he spilled the alcohol he’d brought. Aside from the fact that it was a very nice Chardonnay, Arthur probably wouldn’t let him lick it off the floor.
“Gilbert - if I drop this bottle on the ground, Francis and I will kill you,” Antonio said quickly, regaining his balance with little trouble. “And besides, you’d like this too, wouldn’t you?”
“What? No way!” the man declared with obscene self-righteousness. “I only drink beer! Beer is the most awesome drink ever!”
“Mon ami, you are sadly mistaken.” Dressed in his usual half-unbuttoned shirt and dressy pants, Francis appeared in the kitchen doorway, shaking his head in mock pity. “Wine -” he waltzed over and snatched the bottle out of Antonio’s hands “- is so much better! So much more… civilized.”
Gilbert snorted disparagingly and slung an arm over Antonio’s shoulders. “No way, man! Beer is like, so much more awesome. West agrees - and so do you, Antonio! Right?”
Laughing, Antonio threw himself onto the couch, dragging the self-proclaimed ruler of the universe with him as he did so. “Sorry, Gil. I prefer wine, myself.”
The albino snorts and crosses his legs. “Ah, whatever. Beer would be wasted on you, anyway.” Antonio just laughs and turns on the TV Francis had somehow carted through the dorm door. It’s a mystery how it got in and it’s also a mystery how he even paid for it.
Not that it matters to him two hours later, when his mind is cheerfully ignoring whatever his body is telling him (it’s telling him to stop, by the way) and downing cup after cup of that nice Chardonnay. Francis hasn’t cleaned up the plates from dinner and has instead chosen to start stripping in front of the television, to Gilbert’s irritation and Antonio’s… delight?
This is what friends are for, he decides, and slumps over the arm of the sofa, quite unconscious.
At five in the morning, he wakes up pinned beneath someone asleep, snoring, and very, very, naked.
Oh well. Now, the person knocking on the door… Whoever it is, they probably won’t be pleased. Hopefully it’s not anyone with an particularly innocent mind.