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He soaked in, his hair creating patterns on water as a rose petal swam up to his nose. It poked Francis, but he was simply not caring, staying sunk in the liquid filled with the best soaps he owned. He let out a satisfied ‘Mm..’ from the warm water. He sat up more in the tub to inspect himself. Francis raised one leg up looking at it. A few scars, bruises. But with all of that came some more muscle mass, as well on his other areas that were covered in hair. His arms and chest now more defined and toned he looked at them. What a view – he thought, smirking at the look he gave himself. 

His peace was broken by a gentle knock on the doors. Francis sat up, his wet hair curling on his shoulders, to see who it could be. There was again a louder sound of fist against the wood and Francis finally responded with a ‘Come in!’

First through the doors bursted out Gilbert. “Francis!” He yelled. “You’re already in the bath without us?” 

Antonio shook his head with a warm smile, “How impolite my friend!” He said following up behind Gilbert. 

“Well my apologies, my dears, but to make it up to you I have a very good white wine here for us to share.” Francis looked at them with innocent eyes, pointing towards a table where a maid had previously laid out glasses for them and a bottle. 

Antonio seemed intrigued while Gilbert just started dressing down. “Nein, not in the mood mein Freunde“ and he shook his head fully exposing himself to the other two. 

Despite what Gilbert had said before, not even 3 minutes later they were saying ‘Cheers’ as the glasses clinked together, Gilbert laughing the hardest out of the bunch. Antonio took a sip before taking a glance at Francis. 

“That training really is paying off.” Antonio admitted, Francis’ cheeks begging to tint in a pink color. 

“Oh you flatter me.” Francis batted his lashes. 

“Really, what were you even training all that for?” Antonio curiously asked. 

“Well, something about Russia. I honestly have no idea but I do love what effect it had on me.” Francis gazed onto his body. 

Gilbert suddenly stopped drinking, putting away the half empty glass. “Did you say Russia?” 

“Oui, why?” Francis raised his eyebrow, laying back on the edge of the tub with his arms crossed. 

“Oh just.. Ivan may or may not want to attack.” Gilbert rolled his eyes around with an unsure look on his face. “As in pretty soon attack.” 

Francis almost spit out his wine. “Soon attack?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

Gilbert held Francis down who tried to get up. “Ey! Calm down. It’s not gonna change anything if you get up right now. It’s not happening yet. And you're trained aren’t you?” 

“Well.. Oui, but I just thought—“ Francis got cut off.

“Then you thought wrong. I’m just warning you since I’ve heard it’s gonna be on Prussian land.” Gilbert huffed out. 

“Oui.. oui..” Francis mumbled to himself. “Where exactly could it be? Anything more than ‘Prussia’?” 

Gilbert shrugged. Of course he had no exact idea, but at least Francis was prepared now. He sighed, sinking back in holding his glass up so it wouldn’t fill with water and soap. 

“Was?” Gilbert tilted his head asking.

“Battle this battle that. I don’t even want to fight this many people at once.” Francis barely had his mouth above water to be understood. 

“Maybe you could try having a peace with Russia?” Antonio suggested. 

Francis shrugged. “That’s not it. I can fight the country, I don’t want to fight.. one of us.” 

Gilbert and Antonio looked at each other. “What are you suggesting?” Antonio inquired. 

“I’m suggesting I don’t fight, or have at least one peaceful evening with everyone.. especially.. maybe.. Arth—“ 

Antonio slammed his finger onto Francis’ face. “Don’t even mention him,” he said in a cold voice but then looked at Gilbert who had a puzzled expression. “But you might be right.” Antonio admitted. 

“All that sword fighting is making me go nuts.” Gilbert rolled his eyes to the side. 

“I agree, so is there a way?” Francis pondered. 

Antonio raised his shoulder “Maybe there is, maybe there is not.” He looked at Francis. “But it might be best if we focus on the ‘Russia situation’ now.”

“Agreed.” Gilbert raised his glass to that. 

“So Russia it is, huh?” Francis asked. 

Both Antonio and Gilbert agreed. After a moment of silence Francis broke it, “Another round?” He raised the bottle of wine. 

For that both Antonio and Gilbert got painted smiles on their faces eagerly agreeing to another glass of the sweet liquor. 

‘Cheers!’ They laughed again, and again for the rest of the night.

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