Francis Bonnefoy was enjoying a wonderful glass of wine, sat on the windowsill. Ah, the serenity of mornings. The sounds of lightly rustling tree leaves could be heard, of birds singing their cheerful morning song, of the water trickling down a stream in the distance, of the car tires screeching-

Wait, what?

That last was not like the others. Looking around wildly, his gaze came to rest upon the red, was that a cheap Mercedes?, that came to a halt in front of his previously perfect relaxation spot. The window at the driver's seat rolled down annoyingly slow, eventually revealing a smugly grinning Gilbert, Antonio in the passenger seat beside him with an equally shit-eating look on his face.

Francis cocked a brow coolly, climbing over the window sill after setting his wine glass down on it in fear of upsetting it, for that would be unsurprising. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Gilbert exclaimed, looking very proud of himself whilst Antonio burst into laughter. Francis groaned at the quote from Mean Girls, but could not help at least a small smile, their enthusiasm was contagious.

"Well? Didn't you hear me? It's the backseat or the trunk, you pick." Gilbert waved his pale arm expressively as he spoke, as though offering grand choices. Francis looked down at himself with a sigh. "I cannot go like this!" He protested, but was shoved into the backseat by Antonio, who knows when he managed to slink there and then back into the front seat.

"Francis, do not worry, you look amazing whether you are dressed up simply in plain pants or a shirt, or wearing a potato sack. So please." The Spaniard said, his accent rolling off his words pleasantly. Gilbert grumbled something under his breath, and Francis shifted his attention from having his ego stroked to comprehend what the Prussian had said; "Quoi?"

"I said no one complimented me when I was literally dressed in a potato sack." Gilbert repeated, clearly yet grumpily this time, sending Antonio into another peal of laughter. "If we are alive, and unharmed, by today's end, I shall compliment you." Francis promised casually, and had a tissue box thrown at him by Gilbert, who was driving but had hit him square in the face.

A moment, a mere moment of silence passed, before Antonio broke it; "So, anyone has any gossip?" Gossip was rumoured, ironically, to be the deeds of women, yet both genders comitted it. Upon the olive-eyed nation's question, Gilbert instantly began speaking about how he discovered that Wales, Dylan Kirkland, was absolutely mortified by ducks. The excuse was some Herondale family citizen or whatever, but the fact remained, Dylan feared ducks.

Similar gossip was exchanged between the trio, amidst arguments about the music. It was a miracle they were not stopped yet by the police, and they reached the mall... Safely. Antonio had been right about Franics's appearance, all the Frenchman had to was smooth himself out slightly.

Upon entry, Gilbert immediately bolted somewhere, hollering 'potatoes' over his shoulder. Antonio soon followed him. Francis sighed, having no wish to buy every single potato or tomato in the food shopping center again. Now he was alone, so utterly alone, how dreadful- Was that his favorite outlet shop?

P.S: Francis bought half of that shop, much to Arthur's displeasure, and Gilbert and Antonio stacked the potatoes in patterns and inappropriate pictures. Needless to say, they were kicked out