Don't Let Me Disappear.

The Bad Touch Trio is Back!

Okay, I'm going to use their human names now! The only reason I didn't before was because I wasn't sure what to use for the Kirkland brothers. And I am in no means fluent in German, Spanish, or French, so please forgive me if it's cringe-worthy! Thanks, and enjoy~
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"You aren't very bright, Mon ami espagnol!" Quickly dodging the incoming tomato, Francis leaned back in the café chair, snorting with laughter.

"Quiet, you!" The angered Spaniard hissed, though it was undertoned with humour. Grumbling to himself, Antonio turned to look at his albino friend.

Gilbert seemed to be lost in his own mind, one hand playing with the familiar metal cross which hung around his neck.

"Mi amigo, are you alright?" Antonio asked again. Blinking out of his little reality, Gilbert realised the other had been talking.

"Alright...?" He repeated, pale eyebrows furrowed in question. He glanced around, noticing both best friends staring at him in slight worry. The three went awkwardly silent for a moment as they sat around the small café table, in the back of the restaurant on a breezy deck. Finally, Gilbert broke the silence.

"Of course I'm alright!" He reassured the two, flashing a wide grin. Antonio's worried face soon returned to its cheerful smile, and he patted the ex-nation's shoulder. Francis offered a gentle smile, and reached up to gently tuck a golden strand behind his ear.

"Did you hear what that Frenchman said about me!" Antonio immediately complained, pointing an accusing finger at the French nation. Gilbert tilted his head and turned his attention to Francis, who was swishing his glass of wine around gently. He made a pouty face and returned the gaze to his albino friend.

"Antonio was telling a story about him and his amour, Romano. He accidently hooked the poor Italian's curl with a fork when they were both cooking together and pulled it. For some reason he was surprised when he had a face full of spaghetti! I said he wasn't very bright." Antonio immediately jumped to defend himself, but Gilbert snorted with laughter, taking another swig of the beer he held.

"Oh c'mon Toni, you know better than that." The albino teased, winking at the now red-with-anger Spaniard. "That is pretty funny though."

"It was most definitely not funny!" Antonio countered, "He refused to help me cook for a week!" As his two friends began to choke on their laughter again, Antonio continued to rant and defend himself in rapid Spanish.

As the day continued on, the trio finished their drinks at the café, and walked together down the sidewalk of a busy shopping street in France. There was another monthly world meeting; it had been 2 months since the Prussian gained the enchantment on his necklace. This month's meeting was in France, and it started the next day. Since the three nations were all in one place again, Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis decided to hang out. It's been forever since they had.

Looking at his phone's clock, Antonio nudged his two companions. They glanced back at him, Gilbert tilting his head in slight question.

"We should probably head back to the hotel, Gil." Antonio nodded to his phone. "Ludwig will probably kill you if you're late. Aren't you two supposed to get some paperwork done before the meeting tomorrow?" Earning a groan from the Prussian, he rolled his eyes with a pout.

"Ja, ja. I know. I hate paperwork!" He whined, kicking a non-existant trashcan. Francis frowned a bit and ruffled his friend's hair.

"The sooner you get it done, the better. After we suffer through the world meeting--which can't be that bad, since yours truly is hosting it--we can hang again." He placed a hand on his chest and flicked his head to the side, the hair not contained in his ribbon loosely falling over his shoulder.

Nodding, the Prussian sighed and motioned for them to follow as he glanced around. "Then let's head back. The meeting is soon anyway, and I need to shower and all that crap." Francis wiggled his eyebrows at the mention of a shower, and moved to stand beside Gil, hooking an arm flirtatiously around Gilbert's waist. 

"You should let me join you, Gil!" He cheered, but was cut off by a smack on the head from Antonio. 

"Ignore him. Let's go." 

With that, the three left the shopping district and made their way back towards the grand hotel filled with other countries.  

A few hours later, Gil was seated on the side of his bed, in nothing but boxers and a tank-top. He let out a quiet groan and fell back onto the soft mattress, eyes locked on the decorated ceiling. It was late, and Ludwig had already gone to bed about an hour earlier. However, sleep alluded the Prussian, as his mind was clouded with thoughts about the upcoming meeting. A lot involving politics was currently happening in the world, and he was a bit concerned for his friends. 

Rolling over in bed, Gilbert desperately hoped things would remain rather peaceful. He loved a good fight, but he hated to see his friends suffer. Crawling under the blanket, he snuggled into the warm, fluffy pillow that the French hotel had provided. Might as well try to get some rest, it seemed the next day would prove to be a difficult one. 

A difficult day indeed. 

His cross necklace was gone.