Hetalia one-shots

Bad Touch Trio- but it's a band, Au.

The title says all, three-part stories based on the ship for each character which will be Spamano, Fruk, and Prucan. This part will focus on Spamano and I give you in advance a smut warning. It's not the entire story though. Enjoy the crappy writing with more grammar errors than logically possible. 

 ~At a party~

<Third Person POV>

"So where are these cousins of yours, Francis?" asked Antonio.

"Yeah, I want to see Feliciano again. I hope Romano doesn't throw anything at me because that would be unawesome." declared Gilbert, who was dangerously leaning backward in his chair, a beer in hand.

"Be patient mes amis, they must be somewhere amongst the crowd. Perhaps flirting with the lovely dames, we do share the same blood after all." answered the blond Frenchmen as he stirred the wine glass he had in hand.

The trio looked around the large mansion from their seats in the bar area.

"Oh, there is Feliciano, on the white couch with all the girls," said Francis.

Antonio and Gilbert looked to where Francis was pointing. There on the couch sat a light-skinned Italian with brown hair and an untamed curl that seemed to defy all laws of physics. He was talking/flirting with the girls who sat around them. As he spoke, his hands seemed to move almost as if he were speaking sign language.

"Damn, he sure has grown since the last time I saw him." declared Gilbert leaning further back in his chair to get a closer look.

"Yes, I think we can both remember Feliciano, he was your brother's childhood crush after all," said Francis.

"I wonder if he would remember him after what you did to him?"

"I said I was sorry, alright." Complained the Frenchman, who has not been fully forgiven, for making Gilbert's brother obtain short-term memory loss.

"Oh, is the one flirting with the girl in the red dress Lovino? He looks like Feliciano but with darker features, not to mention he's slightly more attractive?" asked the Spaniard.

Francis averted his eyes from Gilbert, looking around for his cousin out of the many girls who had red dresses. Gilbert looked to where Antonio was pointing, leaning further back in his chair, somehow not falling.

"Oui, that is him, now don't fall in love with him. Unlike his little brother, he is most likely straight." declared Francis, now halfway through a bottle of wine.

"Impossible, he's wearing his shirt tucked in, and his outfit is too thought out to be straight." declared the albino German.

"Well, of course, his outfit is amazing, he's a rich Italian, not to mention he has my sense of style. Anyway, that's not the point; I'm just saying Antonio shouldn't fall for him because he tends to like straight men," explained Francis.

"Hey, we both know that not true."

Francis snorted, "Antonio, please, you simp for Gustavo Cerati and Enrique Bunbury."

"And, I dated Roderick who was not straight, besides I do not simp for Gustavo Cerati. Also, how do you know your cousin is not bi; have you ever asked?"

"No, but I know their grandfather, and he radiated enough straight energy to affect four generations of the Vargas family."

"What about Feliciano; didn't you say that he was not straight?"

"Antonio, the boy radiates bi. I mean, look at him, Feliciano can't even tie his shoelaces correctly."

"If Feliciano is an exception, then Lovino can be on to, and I will prove it to you by getting his number."