Traveling with the BTT
Okay for this one, the reader lives in America >_> That way she/he can travel to Europe and the story makes more scene. xD
Your biggest dream was to travel. Everyone who knew you, knew this fact.(Hell, you had even used it as conversation starters a few times.)
But it was a far fetched dream, for three little reasons.
A) Money was a problem.
B) You could speak fluently in only two languages.
C) Your parents.
Yes, you were a legal adult, and you lived in your own apartment. But, that didn't stop your parents from revoking your passport and going through legal action to make it invalid. And like you pointed out before, money was a issue.
So there you were, moping. You had resigned your self to watching the travel Chanel, mutter curses and insults at the idiots fortunate to get on the show. You failed to hear the front door open. You did, however, hear the obnoxious snickering.
"SHUD'UP!! I'm insulting the clueless tourist!!" You turned up the volume on the TV, leaning over to grab a bucket of chocolate ice cream.
What? Your dreams had been smashed! You had every right to pig out on ice cream.
You smiled at the screen when it switched from America to France. The next few minutes were spent in silence.
And then it clicked. Someone had laughed. Someone inside of your apartment.
Before you could whip around and hopefully stab your intruder with the spoon you were holding, someone jumped in front of the TV screen grinning. You scowled.
"How did you get in Francis?"
The Frenchman gave his signature laugh, slipping a hand into the pocket of his jeans, his very,very tight jeans. Holding out his hand, you could see the key you had foolishly given him.
"Why were you giggling?"
"Wasn't me." He pointed behind you. Turning you shot a glare at the two men behind you, Gilbert and Antonio. Both of them grinned, Antonio sweetly and Gilbert cockily.
"What do you guys want?"
Gilbert sauntered over to you, grabbing your spoon and helping himself to ice cream. Antonio shot him a disproving frown, while Francis slid onto the arm of your chair.
"We 'eard zat you wanted to travel the world."
You snorted, snatched the spoon back from Gilbert, scooping a bite of ice cream into your mouth.
"Goo fer ooo."
"I said good for you! Now leave."
You made a motion with the spoon, turning your attention back to the screen. Francis moved in front of it, simultaneously turning it off. You considered throwing the spoon at him, then decided against it.
"Ve are here to tell you to pack your bags!!"
Gilbert grins and throws his arms wide, waiting for you to say something. You stare at him blankly, then look at Toni and Francis.
"Are you guys drunk?"
Francis snorted and shook his head while Antonio sighed. Gilbert however looked slightly confused.
"I might be....I mean I don't really know."
You all stared at Gilbert until he blushed and looked away. Francis clapped his hands.
"Gilbert might be drunk, but what 'e said is true. Go pack your bags."
Francis's grin grew as did Antonio's
"You 'ave a flight to catch!!!"
You gave him a dirty look, then grabbed the remote again. Gilbert snatched the remote, set it down and swayed on the spot. Antonio picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom.
"We are deadly serious chica. The flight leaves in an hour."
They had been telling the truth. You were now sitting on a plane, heading for England. Francis sat next to you, while Gilbert and Antonio sat a row behind. You glanced out the window as the plane took off, your heart beating a mile a minute.
You nodded quickly, feeling like you would throw up if you opened your mouth. Francis grinned, then scowled as Gilbert tugged on his hair.
"I really zink zat you should give me your barf bag Francis." The albino let out a gurgle belch, his face tinged green. Francis complied trying to move out of Gilbert's range.
The flight was rather pleasant, except for the fact that you all had to ignore the disgusting noises Gilbert made as he threw up. You felt bad for the flight attendant, a small woman with a ribbon in her hair. She looked as if she wanted to throw up when Gilbert handed her the seven sick bags.
But then you were in England and it was a dream come true. And it was also pouring rain.
The four of you ran to the hotel, Francis complaining about British weather the entire time. Once you had checked into the hotel, you all ran up to your rooms.
"Where do you want to go first ________?"
You grinned, "Big Ben, Parliament, Tower of London, Chester Zoo, Stonehenge and......That's it."
The men stared at you, Gilbert still a magnificent shade of green. Finally Antonio spoke up.
"I think Francis meant which country."
You paused, then narrowed your eyes.
"How can you guys afford to charter me around to different countries?"
They glance at each other and coughed nervously.
"Ve get it for free."
You narrowed your eyes. How could they get free flights to anywhere in the world? You knew that they worked at the same crappy job as you.
Gilbert stood up and struck a pose. Francis and Antonio did the same.
"I am ze Awesome Prussia!"
"I am ze fablous France!"
"I am the tomato loving Spain!"
You didn't know whether you should laugh, cry at how pathetic it was, or roll your eyes. You chose the last and sighed. They looked downcast when they saw your reaction.
"Ha ha very funny. I'm serious guys."
"So are ve!!" Gilbert looked slightly insulted that you were brushing his explanation of so easily. Spain nods eagerly.
"It's true chica!!"
You crossed your arms and waited. The men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. The Francis snapped his fingers and grinned.
"If I bring a man 'ere who is England will you believe us?"
An hour later Francis came back with a black eye and an extremely pissy British man.
"_____. Zis is England, you can call 'im ze black sheep of Europe."
England growled and lunged for the Frenchman, wrapping his hands around Francis neck. Antonio looked worried as Francis made gurgling noise, while Gilbert (Most likely still hung over) ran for the bathroom, his face a deep shade of green.
You smiled. They were all so silly, but that's why you were friends. You winced as retching sounds came from the bathroom then again as Francis managed to knee the Brit in the crotch.
If they really were countries, it explained a lot about history.