Moments With The Bad Touch Trio

New Years (pt 1)

"Oi, West!" I tapped on the window. I was hanging the lights for the annual New Years party. The German rolled his eyes and closed the blinds.

"Well, he doesn't appreciate mein awesome presence.." I muttered to myself after lining up the wires. I pressed the on switch, admiring my work.

I watched as a red car pulled up into their driveway. "My two favorite people!" I awesomely jumped off of the roof, wincing in pain as my left leg landed in an awkward position.

"Amigo, are you alright?" A thick Spanish accent called out. Antonio stuck his hand out for me to grab.

"Of course I'm alright! I'm to awesome to not be alright." I let myself be pulled up as I dusted the snow off of my  coat.

"Are you ready for the party? I love New Years traditions, it's all about the love and romance!" Francis swooned, almost tripping into a snow bank.

Antonio shook his head. "It's about spending time with family and friends!"I rolled my eyes. These two were not understanding the whole point of having a New Years party.

"You guys are both wrong. It's about getting wasted!"

The trio laughed. "You know, if the three of you are going to be here, you could at least be productive." Arthur spoke. He had volunteered to bring some of his scones, all though they were probably going to be untouched.

"You know, if you offer to bring food, you could at least make it edible." Candy apple eyes glittered as emerald ones narrowed into slits. Francis and I cracked up with laughter while the Spaniard just shrugged innocently.

"Ciao!" The younger Italian ran down the stairs and kissed the three of us on the cheek. "I'm going to make some pasta and maybe some pizza for the New Years party!"

"That sounds delicious! Now hurry to the kitchen before Eyebrows blows it up." Francis told him.

"I heard that!"

"I know!"

"So, what are we gonna do till seven?" I asked.

"Mario Kart marathon?" Antonio suggested.

Francis raised an eyebrow. "You guys know what happens when the three of us play Mario Kart."

"That's my New Years resolution. To not break West's TV." I

"Really?"

I nodded. "Now let's go!" I pulled them by the wrists up to my room.

I grabbed the disc from off of my dresser and popped it into my Wii. Yes, I know, the Wii is like ten years old. But the classics are the best, right?

~*~*~*~*

"I feel like you're cheating, fry." I shot daggers at my friend, my red eyes burning into his soul.

"Well, if I'm the fry, why are you the salty one?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair.

"Ooh! You piece of French toast!" I had to restrain from slapping that smirk off of his face.

"I'm toast? It seems like you're the one that's getting burned." His blue eyes taunted.

Antonio stood up to prevent a fight. "Okay, okay. I guess that's enough Mario Kart for today." he shut off the console. "How about we take a siesta? Naps seem to fix everything!" Francis and I couldn't help but smile at his childishness.

To be honest, a nap didn't sound too bad. I cleared some space for my friends to lie down comfortably. I took the floor and let them take the bed.

~*~*~*~*

At six o'clock, the doorbell rang. I nudged the brunette in my lap. He shot up immediately. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

I patted his shoulder comfortingly. "You did nothing wrong, it's okay. I just need to greet whoever is at the door." He moved over and leaned into my bed post. "Francis, wake up." I cooed and he sat up groggily. "We gotta go downstairs now."

He groaned and looked in my mirror. A girly shriek came from him. He frantically ran his hands through his blonde locks. "I look terrible!"

Being the great friends that we are, Toni and I comforted him. "Hey, it's alright. You look good!" He smiled and I held their hands as we walked down the stairs.

There we were greeted by Alfred, Liz, Matthew, and our feisty Italian. You can guess who Toni tried to hug first, and in return he got a slap to the face. A red welt was prominent on his tanned skin. "There, think of that the next time you try to hug me, idiot."

"Ooh, lovers quarrel!" Alfred cracked up, pointing at the duo.

Olive eyes narrowed. "If you wanna keep that obese finger, I would advise you to keep it to the yourself."

"Alright, alright, settle down. Dinner will be in the dining hall." Arthur spoke.

"No shit, bruh!" Alfred shouted.

Arthur turned around and glared at him. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

I led everyone to the room where we would eat the dinner that was prepared for us.

The seating arrangement went clockwise like this: me, Mattie , Alfred, Eyebrows, Francis, Toni, Lovi, the cute Italian, West, Liz, the piano princess, and then me. The table was circular, and I was glad to sit by my little pancake.

Wait.

What did I just say?

Man, I'm becoming gayer every day...

The Italians helped serve us the dinner, and it looked so good.

I though that it was just going to be a normal New Years Eve party.

Boy, was I wrong.