"OURS!"

"NO, OURS!"

"SCHEIßE, YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR ME APART!"

"YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH MEDIEVAL TORTURE, GROW UP!"

"DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER!"

If you wish to learn what is occurring in this mess, do be warned; You may lose your braincells. Although, if you do not have any to begin with, proceed without caution. Let's back track then, shall we?

Gilbert Beilschmidt considered himself a popular person. He also considered it a good thing, most of the time anyway. Today was not one of those times. See, he also considered himself part of two chaotic trios; The Bad Touch Trio, and The Awesome Trio.

Now, it was a lovely Tuesday, peaceful and quiet. Too much so for both trio's likings. Therefore, plans to destroy yet another small part of the world were made. There was just one small issue; Both trios made plans at the same time, yet in different places, so clearly, one trio would be down to two.

Gilbert only realised that a tad too late, which is what led to all five people meeting in Antonio's house. They planned to discuss it in a civilized way and work something out, until Alfred grabbed Gilbert, pulling him back and hissing "mine." Until Matthias cleared his throat, that is. Then Alfred corrected himself with a sigh, hissing "ours." instead. Gilbert got violent Soviet Union flashbacks.

Upon seeing this, Francis gasped, pulling the Prussian from the American's grasp towards himself and Antonio, who caught on fast, grabbing Gilbert's other arm. Matthias gasped louder, trying to pull Gilbert back towards the awesome side by his ankles, Alfred helping.

"OURS!"

"NO, OURS!"

"SCHEIßE, YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR ME APART!"

"YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH MEDIEVAL TORTURE, GROW UP!"

"DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER!"

The yelling, and torturing, continued until the front door was slammed open, freezing everyone in their tracks. In walked Romano Vargas, in a mild mood, a rare occurrence. His hazel eyes glazed over the five imbeciles, and he scoffed. "Do I even want to know?" The Italian asked with a cocked brow, and Antonio broke into a grin. "Ah, hola Roma! I think you could help us, actually. You see, your beloved boyfriend and Francis want to take Gilbert here to have our own chaos, but-"

He was cut off by Matthias's yell of; "No fair! He's biased!" Alfred nodded vigorously in agreement, whilst Francis rolled his eyes at them. Romano scoffed once more. "Trust me, I'm far from biased with idiots. Just don't go anywhere." With that, he left, leaving the four in deep thought, giving Gilbert a chance to escape and to hightail out of there.

P.S: Gilbert ended up hightailing back to them after realising that Ludwig was in one a cleaning mood. Gilbert's neat and tidy, and sometimes even a clean freak, but he was NOTHING compared to Ludwig.