When the Bad Touch Trio formed, there were a few topics they knew to never bring up, for Francis it was Jeanne D'Arc, or Joan of Arc, his former champion, for Antonio it was his Conquistador years, for somethings are best left unsaid, but for Gilbert, it was the Dissolution of Prussia, the day his Nation died. The other two tried to make it better for him, eventually they brought him out of his depression and he re-became in his words 'The AWESOME ME!!!!!' again, it was a stunning transformation.
Over the years, the tenseness that came with those topic ended, everyone would makes jokes about how they had never seen Antonio more serious during those years, how much of a wonderful girl Jeanne was, England even apologised, it was a half-hearted thing, but he did it. The Nations could even comment on how glorious the former Empire was, without Gilbert breaking down into tears. Everyone knew what to say and what not to say to who, but when you got The Trio drunk, all bets were off.
"And then the Aztec Leader, Quetza-something or other, says that I have no right being here and that I should leave before I angered the gods." Antonio slurred, it was Friday night and as usual, The Bad Touch Trio went out drinking, to escape life's problems with alcohol.
"Antonio I can just guess what you did!" Gilbert laughed, he could hold his liquor better Antonio, so wasn't as drunk. "I cursed their gods, tore down their temples and burned down their city! haha! I was so bloodthirsty back then!" Antonio smiled, then looked over to Francis, who, unlike the other two, hadn't touched his drink, and was looking more solemn than ever before, not wanting him to feel left out, the Duo went over to him.
"Hey Francis! what's wrong? You look more sad than cats without mice! What's wrong?" Antonio asked, "Mes amis! Ah! 'Tis nothing, old wounds have been reopened on this day of days... But! Now isn't the time nor the place for sadness!" Francis attempted one of his old smiles, but nobody believed him, then, after a tense few minutes, Gilbert stated, "It Jeanne's D-day isn't it?" He said this comfortingly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, while Francis broke down in tears "Oui mon ami, c'est aujourd'hui Jeanne le jour de la mort..." Gilbert and Antonio hugged him, not saying a word, just, being there.
"Though I suppose I have no reason to be sad, eh Gilbert? Au moins, je suis toujours une Nation, Au moins je n'ai pas pleurer un mort patron! Ceux qui allaient mourir de toute façon! Au moins je suis toujours ici après toutes les guerres! La Prusse est mort Gilbert! Comment diable êtes-vous encore ici?" The world stopped, for all of one minute, nothing moved, nothing breathed.
Then Gilbert reacted, he moved as quick as lightning, and punched Francis "Verdammt! Dreckige Schwein!" Francis flew across the table and hit the back wall, it was an instant knockout. Satisfied, Gilbert got up and left the bar.
Antonio was stunned, never had Gilbert acted like that, but then again, neither had Francis, "Maldita sea Francis! ¿por qué el infierno que hacer ese tipo de cosas!" Antonio sighed as he got out his phone, he had calls to make.
Mes amis- My friends
Oui mon ami, c'est aujourd'hui Jeanne le jour de la mort- Yes my friend, today is Jeanne's Death day
Au moins, je suis toujours une Nation, Au moins je n'ai pas pleurer un mort patron! Ceux qui allaient mourir de toute façon! Au moins je suis toujours ici après toutes les guerres! La Prusse est mort Gilbert! Comment diable êtes-vous encore ici?"- At least I'm still a Nation, at least I don't mourn over a dead Boss! Who was going to die anyway! At least I'm still here after all the wars! Prussia is dead Gilbert! How the hell are you still here?
Verdammt! Dreckige Schwein!- Damn you! Dirty Pig!
Maldita sea Francis! ¿por qué el infierno que hacer ese tipo de cosas!- Damn it Francis! Why the hell did you do such a thing?