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They had been friends as long as they could remember, so it made seemingly perfect sense when they all decided to room in an apartment together upon going into college. It was a miracle the trio even managed to keep the place clean. It was unquestionable that Antonio and Francis were in charge of cooking and the kitchen and Gilbert was supposed to keep things “relatively” neat. How that happened was the real mystery. Antonio and Francis suspected he was secretly the king of all things cleaning.

The three got along fine. They had unmentioned rules that they all followed, though the response to some of them were a little unorthodox. If one brought home someone then the other two would either shut up or be as annoying as possible. Seeing as Gilbert and Antonio rarely brought people home they made Francis regret bringing anyone at all unless the two deemed them fit for the Frenchman.

Francis was renown around campus or being the one who could have anyone he wanted. He really had no preference. Hi friends weren’t picky wither but tended to lean more towards men. Because of this they decided that they would pick out the perfect man for Francis. They knew their friend well.

One evening Gilbert and Antonio were lounging in Gilbert’s room playing video games, more entertained by their screaming insults and laughs than the actual game. They eventually picked up on a girlish giggle and Francis’s voice echoing in the apartment. They sighed and shut off the game. Each grabbed their respective headphones. Antonio picked up a Spanish novel from the stack Antonio kept near Gilbert’s bed, while the frustrated Prussian turned on his PSP; this routine was nearly regular. They remained silent for maybe an hour, masking the noises from the other room before looking at each other with deep mischievous smirking.

Gilbert let out a loud moan, banging a fist against the wall. He made another sound, beginning to hear a lull in noise from next door. Antonio barely looked up from his book as he thumped the wall with his hand. It really was a game. The Prussian and Spaniard would make noises and bang things to mess with Francis. Sadly, they had all too perfectly mastered the act of faking it because they had done it so often. Francis would usually ignore them or turn on music, something to drown them out, but tonight they were persistent.

A loud racket sounded next door and soon Francis threw open the bedroom door. He looked like he had thrown on a pair of boxers hastily, something the two tricksters were quite grateful for, having seen way too much of Francis. A girl wrapped in a sheet stood behind him curiously.

‘Merde, what the hell do you two think you’re doing!?’ Francis yelled before registering the scene. He froze and looked confused. Gilbert was sprawled across his bean bag PSP in hand, while Antonio was stretched out on the bed. Both had headphones in which they pulled out.

‘Es tut mir leit, were we bothering you?’ Gilbert asked innocently.

‘I don’t think we did anything. No estamos haciendo nada,’ Antonio added.

Francis spluttered out nonsense at his friends. Gilbert sighed and stood motioning to Antonio. Both approached the girl, taking a side and each throwing an arm around her. She looked dazed at the two attractive men next to her. ‘Liebling, nice try. The Frenchie is really gay. You’d have better luck if you possessed a y chromosome,’ Gilbert said in her ear. She shuddered slightly and looked at the two with big eyes.

‘Lo siento señorita but you really have no hope in this household.’ At that Antonio and Gilbert proceeded to lean in front of her and jokingly kiss.

The girl blushed and hurried into the other room to come out only a few moments later with all her belongings. She mumbled something to Francis then hurried out the door. The blond stared after her before turning to the others. ‘Mouriez-vous.’

Gilbert and Antonio made a mad dive for the bed, hiding beneath the hordes of pillows the Prussian kept just for the occasion. The friends snickered proudly as Francis took whatever was close to him and hurled it with all his might. Soon it was an all-out war, objects flying through the air at crazy speeds. It continued until everyone was laughing and smiling at the antics. The three could never stay mad at each other for more than a couple of minutes.
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Things often changed depending on who Francis actually brought home. The night when Gilbert and Antonio were in Antonio’s room hanging out and they heard a masculine voice accompany Francis inside they decided to stay quiet, and behave themselves hopefully not to scare this one too badly. As Gilbert crept off to his room, each put in a pair of ear plugs before going to sleep.

The next morning both men were sitting in the kitchen sleepily eating breakfast when a tall, tall, very fit dark haired man only wearing pants stepped through the door and froze at the sight of the Prussian and Spaniard stationed at the table. Each cast an appraising look up and down. Francis called out from behind the stranger in quiet French. The man mumbled to himself in the same tongue still staring at the others.

‘Eight,’ Antonio said suddenly glancing over to Gilbert.

‘Eh seven point five. I’m surprised. I expected at least an eight and a half but I do approve here,’ Gilbert responded. The dark haired man seemed to blush at the scrutiny. He shuffled his feet as Francis approached from behind. He wrapped his arms around the other and looked at his two friends.

‘So I take that as oui?’ he asked.

‘Si.’

‘Ja.’

‘Francis, who are they?’ the man asked, his voice low and soft. He looked like he wanted to slip behind the blond and hide his body.

‘These are my roommates.’

‘You have roommates?’ The man paled a bit, thinking back to last night with him not knowing that others were close by. Francis had failed to mention that part. He squirmed under the sharp red and green gazes that were still on him. He quickly averted his eyes to the ground, revealing a shy disposition.

‘Ja, he does and don’t worry. We really don’t mind whatever the hell you do next door. You got the okay,’ Gilbert said tossing down a glass of orange juice. Antonio sipped at his milk nodding in agreement.

The man squeaked something in French before scurrying out of the room at the thought of the others knowing. Francis sent a long look to the others before following. Gilbert and Antonio glimpsed at each other one more time.

‘Too shy,’ Antonio stated. ‘He seems great though if he can get past that.’

‘True but do you think we scared him away?’

‘Well if he wants to be with Francis then he better get our approval. Otherwise we’ll be stuck banging on walls for the rest of our lives.’

Description
They had been friends as long as they could remember, so it made seemingly perfect sense when they all decided to room in an apartment together upon going into college. It was a miracle the trio even managed to keep the place clean. It was unquestionable that Antonio and Francis were in charge of cooking and the kitchen and Gilbert was supposed to keep things “relatively” neat. How that happened was the real mystery. Antonio and Francis suspected he was secretly the king of all things cleaning.

The three got along fine. They had unmentioned rules that they all followed, though the response to some of them were a little unorthodox. If one brought home someone then the other two would either shut up or be as annoying as possible. Seeing as Gilbert and Antonio rarely brought people home they made Francis regret bringing anyone at all unless the two deemed them fit for the Frenchman.

Francis was renown around campus or being the one who could have anyone he wanted. He really had no preference. Hi friends weren’t picky wither but tended to lean more towards men. Because of this they decided that they would pick out the perfect man for Francis. They knew their friend well.

One evening Gilbert and Antonio were lounging in Gilbert’s room playing video games, more entertained by their screaming insults and laughs than the actual game. They eventually picked up on a girlish giggle and Francis’s voice echoing in the apartment. They sighed and shut off the game. Each grabbed their respective headphones. Antonio picked up a Spanish novel from the stack Antonio kept near Gilbert’s bed, while the frustrated Prussian turned on his PSP; this routine was nearly regular. They remained silent for maybe an hour, masking the noises from the other room before looking at each other with deep mischievous smirking.

Gilbert let out a loud moan, banging a fist against the wall. He made another sound, beginning to hear a lull in noise from next door. Antonio barely looked up from his book as he thumped the wall with his hand. It really was a game. The Prussian and Spaniard would make noises and bang things to mess with Francis. Sadly, they had all too perfectly mastered the act of faking it because they had done it so often. Francis would usually ignore them or turn on music, something to drown them out, but tonight they were persistent.

A loud racket sounded next door and soon Francis threw open the bedroom door. He looked like he had thrown on a pair of boxers hastily, something the two tricksters were quite grateful for, having seen way too much of Francis. A girl wrapped in a sheet stood behind him curiously.

‘Merde, what the hell do you two think you’re doing!?’ Francis yelled before registering the scene. He froze and looked confused. Gilbert was sprawled across his bean bag PSP in hand, while Antonio was stretched out on the bed. Both had headphones in which they pulled out.

‘Es tut mir leit, were we bothering you?’ Gilbert asked innocently.

‘I don’t think we did anything. No estamos haciendo nada,’ Antonio added.

Francis spluttered out nonsense at his friends. Gilbert sighed and stood motioning to Antonio. Both approached the girl, taking a side and each throwing an arm around her. She looked dazed at the two attractive men next to her. ‘Liebling, nice try. The Frenchie is really gay. You’d have better luck if you possessed a y chromosome,’ Gilbert said in her ear. She shuddered slightly and looked at the two with big eyes.

‘Lo siento señorita but you really have no hope in this household.’ At that Antonio and Gilbert proceeded to lean in front of her and jokingly kiss.

The girl blushed and hurried into the other room to come out only a few moments later with all her belongings. She mumbled something to Francis then hurried out the door. The blond stared after her before turning to the others. ‘Mouriez-vous.’

Gilbert and Antonio made a mad dive for the bed, hiding beneath the hordes of pillows the Prussian kept just for the occasion. The friends snickered proudly as Francis took whatever was close to him and hurled it with all his might. Soon it was an all-out war, objects flying through the air at crazy speeds. It continued until everyone was laughing and smiling at the antics. The three could never stay mad at each other for more than a couple of minutes.
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Things often changed depending on who Francis actually brought home. The night when Gilbert and Antonio were in Antonio’s room hanging out and they heard a masculine voice accompany Francis inside they decided to stay quiet, and behave themselves hopefully not to scare this one too badly. As Gilbert crept off to his room, each put in a pair of ear plugs before going to sleep.

The next morning both men were sitting in the kitchen sleepily eating breakfast when a tall, tall, very fit dark haired man only wearing pants stepped through the door and froze at the sight of the Prussian and Spaniard stationed at the table. Each cast an appraising look up and down. Francis called out from behind the stranger in quiet French. The man mumbled to himself in the same tongue still staring at the others.

‘Eight,’ Antonio said suddenly glancing over to Gilbert.

‘Eh seven point five. I’m surprised. I expected at least an eight and a half but I do approve here,’ Gilbert responded. The dark haired man seemed to blush at the scrutiny. He shuffled his feet as Francis approached from behind. He wrapped his arms around the other and looked at his two friends.

‘So I take that as oui?’ he asked.

‘Si.’

‘Ja.’

‘Francis, who are they?’ the man asked, his voice low and soft. He looked like he wanted to slip behind the blond and hide his body.

‘These are my roommates.’

‘You have roommates?’ The man paled a bit, thinking back to last night with him not knowing that others were close by. Francis had failed to mention that part. He squirmed under the sharp red and green gazes that were still on him. He quickly averted his eyes to the ground, revealing a shy disposition.

‘Ja, he does and don’t worry. We really don’t mind whatever the hell you do next door. You got the okay,’ Gilbert said tossing down a glass of orange juice. Antonio sipped at his milk nodding in agreement.

The man squeaked something in French before scurrying out of the room at the thought of the others knowing. Francis sent a long look to the others before following. Gilbert and Antonio glimpsed at each other one more time.

‘Too shy,’ Antonio stated. ‘He seems great though if he can get past that.’

‘True but do you think we scared him away?’

‘Well if he wants to be with Francis then he better get our approval. Otherwise we’ll be stuck banging on walls for the rest of our lives.’