"NO NO NO NO NO!" The albino man yelled at you, shaking his head furiously. "YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT."
"I just did." You smirked, crossing your arms in 'victory'. He lunges forward and uncrosses them in defiance.
"NO ONE IS MORE AWESOME THAN THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!" Gilbert crowed, jabbing at his chest, and in doing so making the couch you were sitting on move. You rolled your eyes.
"Did you just say awesome twice?" You sighed, mentally face palming
"Yes, because I'm awesome!" He laughed at your obvious stupidity. Twitching, you actually face palmed this time, when suddenly you had an ingenious idea. You turned towards him with a glint in your eyes.
"Gil, if you can take a whole hour without saying your awesome, I'll give you ten bucks." You offered, waiting impatiently for his reaction.
He glanced at you, still obviously irritated at you "claiming" you were awesome than him, when realisation clicked.
"Higher." He smirked. You supressed a giggle.
"Fifty." You said.
"Eighty bucks, take It or leave it."
"DONE." He yelled, grabbing your hand and shaking it. "So what do you get if you win?"
"I'll tell you when I win."
"You bet your ass I'm winning that money." He laughed like he'd already won.
"Like hell you are - I'm much more awesome." That hit a nerve.
"NO YOU'RE NOT, I'M MORE-"
"What, awesome?" You smirked, pinching his cheeks. He blushed and swatted your hands away, muttering insults in German.
He glowered at you, folding his arms roughly and swiftly. You giggled softly, and patted his head, looking straight into his red eyes that were attempting to glare at you harshly. It wasn't very effective.
"You're so cute when you're annoyed~" You laughed, ruffling his hair. His eyes grew wide, and you just stared at each other until you realised what words you had let slip.
"What was that?" He asked, face softening.
You flushed a bright red, and stood up so quickly that you almost fell over.
"I-I'M GOING NOW, S-SEE YOU LATER." You yelled, running as fast as you could towards his front door. Your cheeks were still burning - damn that cute face of his!
"Wait, frau-" You heard Gilbert shout, but you had already reached outside.
Slamming the door shut behind, you broke into a fast run down Gilbert's street. You slipped a little on the ice covering his driveway, but that didn't stop you. You made soft imprints on the snow beneath you, yet the wind blowing around you had a little more bite to it then would have been nice. Cursing, you pulled your jacket tighter around your chest.
"DAMN THAT SEXY PRUSSIAN MAN!" You yelled to no one in particular, although you earned a few strange looks. Let them stare, you thought.
Maybe it will get some sense into this heart.
Ever since you had met him, that sexy BTT member had stolen your heart (and your logic). And not like, oh yeah, that one's cute. More like, HOT DAMN THAT ONE'S MINE BITCHES.
So yeah. You were in love with Gilbert.
Too far lost in your thoughts for the good of humanity, you almost ran into some people walking in the opposite direction.
"Ahh, I'm sorry - oh wait, it's just you two." You sighed, looking up at them. The blonde one faked mock hurt, whilst the brunette smiled happily.
"Hola, chica~" A certain Spanish man laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Toni. Your squishing me." You gasped for air, trying to push his face away from yours. All of a sudden you were pulled apart from Antonio and into the arms of another.
"Bonjour, ________. Long time no see, oui?" A Frenchman purred, nuzzling your hair. You pushed him off, sighing in irritation.
"Yeah, I guess." You muttered, looking at the floor, jumping when something warm touched your shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright, senorita ?" Spain asked, having gently placed his palm onto your shoulder. You considered shrugging him off, but gave in, sighing tiredly after all that running.
"I accidently told Gil I thought he was cute." You mumbled, feeling blush rising to your cheeks. Slapping them (your cheeks, not the boys~), you muttered something unintelligible.
"Naaw, ________ has a crush~" Damn tomato-bastard.
"Onhonhon, mon cherie!~ This is very interesting
"I said shuddup." You yelled, glaring at Francis. "Why do you care about who I like?"
"Why wouldn't we ________?" Francis smiled, casually draping an arm around your shoulders, causing you to flinch. This couldn't be good.
"We want to help you, si?" Antonio chuckled, draping his arms over you and Francis. Okay, this definitely can't be good.
"Ready?" Francis and Antonio stole a glance, smirking at each other.
"Uno," The Spanish man chuckled. Wait, what was the countdown for?
"Duex," Oh crap, Im screwed. You mentally screamed.
"DREI!~" They said in unison, before each pressing their lips to your cheeks.
You blushed profusely, positive you looked at red as the tomatoes Spain loved so much. None of you had moved, and their lips still on either side of your face. That is, until the were both yanked away and thrown roughly onto the concrete.
"She's mine." You heard a low voice growl. Oh no. You knew that voice.
Glancing up nervously whilst trying to supress the rich pink colour that had spread over your cheeks, you locked your bright (e/c) eyes with his crimson red.