Moments With The Bad Touch Trio

Dare #1

Gil, Francis and I found ourselves running from a delusional Brit, a scary German, and a pissy Italian.

How did we get here?

Let's rewind about three hours.

So, our first dare was to pants my little Lovi, Gil's brother, and Mr. I-Was-A-Terrible-Pirate-And-All-I-Did-Was-Copy-Spain-Since-Columbus-Sailed-To-The-New-World-First.

So, I was going to do Lovi, Gil would do his brother, and Francis was going to do ol' cardboard ass.

Our plan was to wait until they were distracted, and then to pants them when the least expected it.

So this is how it happened:

"Gil!" I whispered in his ear as the American droned on about being a hero.

He turned to me expectantly.

"In about two minutes, we will have a break. Then we can carry out with our plans, okay?"

He nodded and turned to tell Francis the same thing.

"Alright, dudes! We've got a twenty minute lunch break, be back by 1!" Alfred shouted and immediately ran out, probably to get some McDonald's.

Arthur was going to be our lucky winner, as he was going first.

I had to go distract him while Francis pulled his pants down.

"Hey, Arthur.." I akwardly spoke.

He turned around, his green eyes practically boring into my soul.

"What do you want?"

It took me all of my willpower not to smack Eyebrows across the head, but I just smiled and said, "I missed the notes over the greenhouse effect, could I borrow yours?"

He opened a folder and gave me a stack of papers. "Why didn't you get them? A responsibility of being a country is that you must-"

Francis yanked his dress slacks down to his ankles, his Union Jack boxers on display.

I fell over laughing as his face turned red.

"You bloody frog! Flying Mint Bunny! Tinkerbelll! Help me, fairies!" He struggled to pull his pants up, and all I did was laugh. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of his, red-faced and angry.

I sneaked over to Lovi, who was talking with Bella and I pulled his pants down in a swift motion.

"Stupid idiot! Why did you do that?!"

"Lovi, you have a cute butt~!" I couldn't help pointing it out, which made him even more flustered.

"Shut up!" he tried to slap me, but I ducked, taking another picture.

"Gil! Here's your chance!" I shouted.

He looked over at his brother, who was talking to the younger, blushing Italian in the corner.

"Look, I've felt this for a long time and I lo-" I heard the German start and then Gilbert pantsed him.

"Gilbert!" he shouted, terming cherry red.

"Uh, guys? I think I know what we need to do. Run." I said, already sprinting out of the room.

Gil, Francis and I found ourselves running from a delusional Brit, a scary German, and a pissy Italian.

They caught us, well, Ludwig caught us, and now we're not allowed to sit by each other in the world meetings.

They're no fun.

Well, that was our first dare from SantaChunYan .

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