You smiled as Gilbert hit Antonio with a snowball. Francis chuckled at the sight, forming his own snowball and hurling it t you. He missed by an inch, far enough for you to know that you were being targeted. You were in France, enjoying the snowy day along with with your three best friends: Antonio Carriedo, Francis Bonnefoy and Gilbert Beilschmidt; namely the Bad Touch Trio. You weren‘t that shocked that Gilbert was from Germany and Antonio from Spain, those countries were pretty close to France.

You hurled two snowballs at Francis, hitting him at the head and stomach. “Bulls eye!“ you cheered, scooping up more snow. But before you could even throw it, you got hit by one at the back of your head. You turned around and gave a playful glare at Gilbert, who was tossing a snowball up and down on his hand. But he got hit on the side of his head, courtesy of Francis.

“So un-awesome!“ Gilbert yelled.

You took the opportunity to throw your snowball at Gilbert. He scowled as it hit right in his face. “Vhy am I zhe one who always get hit?!“ he whined, brushing off the snow. All of you laughed and took cover as Antonio threw an armful of snowballs into the air, making a rain of snowballs. “Ahh, it‘s a storm!“ you yelled, using an arm as a shield. "Zhis is SPARTAAAAAA!!!" Gilbert yelled, charging towards you with hands full of snow.

“For NARNIAAAAAA!“ you yelled back, your own hands full.

“AND FOR ASLAAAAAAN!!!“ Francis and Antonio shouted, tackling you and Gilbert down and making a dog pile. You were at the bottom with Francis on top of Antonio on top of Gilbert and on top of you. You all laughed again until it got interrupted by your sneeze. “Guys, I might get a cold...“ you said, sneezing again. They all got off each other and helped you back to the house, Antonio draping his coat over your shoulders.

All of you waited by the fireplace as Francis came from the kitchen with a tray of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. Your cheeks were rosy red due to the cold weather, same with the other three. You had small talks with them about your pasts, laughing at the embarrasing moments and fun times. “Ahh, good times~“ Francis breathed contentedly, all agreeing.

You knew that everyone sees the BTT as rapists, perverts, and pedophiles. But you knew better-- They have the hearts of gold.