"That stupid scone sucker!" Antonio yelled as his arms shot up in the air, "I swear he took my god damn memory card! Now we can't play fucking Tomb Raider!"
Gilbert plopped down on the couch with a beer, "I looked everywhere. I can't find it."
"That's because the scone sucker took it!"
"Correct me if I'm wrong," the blond interrupts, "but isn't Laura Croft British?"
"Shut up you dick-sucking French prostitute!" Antonio yelled.
The Prussian tried not to laugh and Francis gave him a look.
"That's not funny," Gilbert shook his head and took a sip of his beer.
"I'm Francis. Yes, tis I, the frenchiest fry!" The brunet mocked.
At that Gilbert busted out laughing, "Ohonhon! Bagette Eiffel Tower!"
"What about you!? Mister whitest boy who ever whited! You can't even play laser tag cause you glow in the dark!" The blond shot back.
At this the Spaniard cracked a smile as Gilbert kept going. "I'm so Francy, you already know!"
"Oh, real mature!"
The Prussian scuffed, "You know you always sing that song."
"At least I don't sing Centuries!"
"It's a good song!"
"So is-" Francis was cut off by Arthur opening the door.
"Did I interrupt something?" The Englishman raised a mighty brow in question.
"No, not at all, mon cher" Francis flips his hair and takes a breath while Gilbert wiggles his eyebrows with a stupid smile on his face. The Spaniard is now openly seething.
"I found a memory card at my house. I guessed it was yours 'cause you brought that game over the other day," Arthur tossed the memory card to Francis.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT! I'M GUNNA PUNCH YOU RIGHT IN THE EYEBROWS!" Antonio yells.
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Bad Touch Trio Moments
FanfictionJust moments when the Bad Touch Trio (Spain, Prussia, and France) get together and cause havoc.
