I was writing franny and it autocorrected to granny. My iPod knows what's up.

"Franny this place is amazing!" Antonio gaped at the beach house in awe.
"Merci." Francis bowed his head. "Now...we 'ave some ground rules since zhis is mon famille's estate."
"Awe Fraaaannnnyyy." Gilbert whined.
"I'm serious. If my grandmother  catches you streaking, she'll kick us out."
The other two boys sighed but complied as Francis unlocked the fancy beach house they would be spending the summer in.
"We all get our own rooms. Plus zhere's a dinner tonight by zhe ocean."
"Sweet! Vill zhere be beer?"
"Non."
"Shieße."
"Well, I'm off to take a nap." Toni decided, falling onto the couch and closing his eyes. "Wake me up when there's food."

Gilbert's POV:
The party was fun and all...but not Gilbert's idea of fun. There was wine, and the food was good. But there was no music. This whole thing was too stately for his tastes.
About two thirds of the way through, when Francis was tired of introducing them to a bunch of old people, the German decided to go to the bathroom. He stood at the urinal, humming to himself and simply enjoying the sight of his five meters.
He heard a couch behind him and jumped, spinning around in surprise.
"Agh! What the FUCK?!"
Gilbert looked down to see a blonde seated in a wheelchair, a yellow stain across his chest. "You fucking PISSED on me!"
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" Gilbert quickly zipped up his pants and knelt at the other boy's side.
He glared at the albino, pushing on the wheels of his chair and making his way to the open handicap stall.
"This is disgusting." He growled from inside.
"Uh...do jou need help in zhere?"
"I'm fine."
Gilbert nodded and went to the sink to wash his hands, sitting on the counter when he finished. He listened to the blonde's grunts of disgust, concern in his eyes.
"Hey...uh...I can go get jou anozher shirt if jou vant..."
"It's fine. I was going to head out soon anyway..."
"Okay..."
"Can you...can you go? Please?"
"Uh...Ja...sure..." Gilbert hopped off the counter and strolled out of the bathroom, running into another blonde. This one was waiting impatiently, blue eyes skipping to the door every few seconds. Gilbert passed him and walked back into the sand where his friends awaited him.
"So...uh...who vas zhat guy in zhe vheelchair?"
"Huh?" Francis tugged the ribbon out of his hair and started to walk down the beach, his friends following close behind.
"Zhe little blonde guy vizh the pretty eyes und zhe glasses?"
"Oh. Zhat's Matthew. 'E's my cousin." Francis explained just as a small blur ran under his feet, almost tripping him.
"Peter!" He gasped, holding his chest as if he had had a heart attack.
The smol child looked up at the trio in surprise. "Sorry."
"Peter J Kirkland get the hell back here!" A voice shouted. A similar looking Brit ran over to the others, stopping when he saw Francis.
"Frog."
"Eyebrows."
The two glared at each other, sexual tension leaking from their words.
"Who's this?" Antonio asked innocently, not picking up the vibes.
"Arthur Kirkland. Our families are friends..."
"But just to be clear, we are not." Arthur scowled.
"Glad we agree on somezhing."
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"Uhhh..." Gil scratched the back of his neck. "Francis, do jou vant to head back to our beach house und play truzh or dare like ve used to?"
"Zhat sounds like a wonderful idea." Francis crossed his arms and pranced away from the Brit.
Gil turned to Toni, whispering in his ear. "Ve need to get zhose two to fuck."
Antonio only laughed.

Okay my homies. Just a heads up, I've got another research paper to do plus I've got my novel and some drawings to finish and that dating sim you all want so I might not post EVERY day, but I'll try to post once a week at the least.
This goes for ALL fics.