2p spamano fic. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING....Except the idea I don't own the cover...As specified in the second sentence. ENJOY~
"Andres," Flavio yelled. "I heard that you made brownies!"~
'Oh God OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod.' How did he hear about this. This is exactly why he never made brownies. Or invited Flavio to his house ever.
"How the hell did you know about this," the Spaniard asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, that's simple! My fratello told me! So, I came over here! Duh."
The all too perky Italian practically bounced towards the Spanish man.
"Now where are the brownies?"
"I'm never going to tell you."
Flavio poked his cheek. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeeeeeee. I'm begging you!" By now Flavio had gotten on his knees; begging.
Andres rolled his eyes, and tried to pull Flavio off of him. "No."
The answer was sweet and simple. It didn't register in the Italian's brain, at all. Flavio tried again.
"Puhleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzz?!! I'm hungry, and Luci (? That's how you spell it, right?) won't let me back into the house!"
"Not my problem, and I don't care. Besides, Gillen (or Sigmund if you prefer) and Louis (pronounced 'Louie') are coming over later today, and I need to get ready."
"Fine," the Italian groaned, "But can I have just one brownie?"
"NO."
"Bu-"
"I said no, and no means no damn it!"
The Italian walked out of the door. "YOUR CARPET WAS OUT OF SEASON TWO CENTURIES AGO!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!"
Spain threw a tomato at the door. (What a waste of tomatoes.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2hr timeskip brought to you by tomatoes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I see you were busy," Louis smirked.
Gillen just looked around.
"Just fucking sit down." Gillen sat down, immediately. Still looking around.
"I hid all the knives, and locked the doorway to the roof."
"You know he hasn't attempted that for three years, right?" Louis said, lighting a cigarette.
"You can never be too safe with him," Spain replied.
Gillen made a writing motion with his hand.
"Oh, right. You need the whiteboard."
Gillen nodded, and reached out for said objects. Spain handed him them, and resumed sitting in his chair. Gillen drew a complicated set of pictures, and it took them awhile to figure them out.
"Ummmmm.....A dinosaur ate New York?" A shake of a head.
"The world crumbling underneath our feet, and all of us going to Hell?" (Louis why you so depressing?)
Both men turned to stare in awe at the Frenchman. They still didn't understand how he came up with these things.
"No?"
"Ohhhhhh ohhhhhhh, I know this! Andres made brownies, and Flavio is here!"
All three men turned to look at the Italian. Gillen nodded, surprised.
Flavio smirked. "I told you so."
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET BACK IN HERE!!??"
"Well, your door was unlocked. So, I just invited myself in."
"OUT."
"No."
"YES."
"No."
The argument continued on for awhile, and Louis and Gillen just looked at each other. They had a staring contest.
"How do you live in such a stuffy house?"
"IT'S NOT STUFFY IT'S JUST A BIT SMALL!!!!"
"No, I'm pretty sure it's called stuffy."
"SHUT UP!!!" Andes yelled, practically shaking the house.
"Jeez, do you have to be loud?" Louis asked, turning away from the staring contest.
The two turned to face the rest of the BTT.
"Yes, yes we do," They echoed.
Gillen and Louis just looked at the two of them, annoyed. They then turned back to each other and started the staring contest right back up again.
"Also Louis, stop smoking the cig. It's making my eyes hurt. Plus, I can smell it all the over here."
Louis raised an eyebrow.
"You've never complained about it before, why are you starting now?"
"Because it's hurting my eyes, and you're making Anders agitated."
"Don't. Call. Me. Anders."
"But Anders! It's cute, and adorable!"
"LEAVE."
Anders *coughs* I mean Andres, proceeded to pick Flavio up, and throw him out the window.
"AAAAAAAnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssss!!!!"
"THAT'S FOR MAKING ME WASTE A TOMATO YOU- *This censored content is not appropriate for children and Jeremy Kyle is awesome.*- BASTARD!
Gillen ran to lock the door because why not???
Louis groaned and flopped back on the couch.
"You people are insufferable."
"Fuck you too, bastard."
Gillen smiled at his friend's antics and snuck a brownie when they weren't looking.
Eventually, their meeting got boring, so they said their goodbyes and left.
Louis looked over at Gillen as they walked to his car.
"Do you have it?"
Gillen nodded and took the brownie out of wherever he hid it.
"Good. Now let's get our goddamned money."
They drove about two blocks before getting out of the car and walking up to a waiting Italian.
"Do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Good, now give it to me."
"Give us our money first."
Luciano frowned and tossed a wad of bills at them. Louie then gave him the brownie and they all went their separate ways.
~In a tree somewhere~
"THAT BASTARD GAVE HIM A BROWNIE AND NOT ME?!!!"
