#2p btt

They arent friends in the classical sense, like the OG BTT. Its more like, ya know when you go to several events and you happen to see the same people over and over again, and then you start looking for each other because you all understand each other.

So... yeah, its that. Or a friendship of convenience?

2p France: I could care less. Just don’t make to much noise. Francois will pretend not to care, but in reality he is pretty impressed and happy that his s/o is doing something they clearly love. Once in a while he will even join them. Not to play games, (cause he sucks at that) but to provide commentary. Everyone loves his dry, cynical humor.

2p Spain: Whatever. Andres could care less. As long as his s/o was happy and no in poverty, then he is happy. He is actually a bit impress they make so much money. 

2p Prussia: Gilbert loves games and goes on Twitch often to view people. Turns out he was watching his s/o before they even meet. His s/o is the one who drags him on their streams. Gilbert would love to be a Twitch beta tester, but lacks the confidence and thinks no one will watch him. Being on his s/o’s stream and reading all the comments really improves his self-esteem.

The 2p Bad Touch Trio (Allen, Lutz’s And Zao) did once live in an apartment together. And it was an absolute fucking nightmare. Dishes would pile up in the sink, dirty clothes strewn about the apartment, and the floors would be sticky due to juice or soda spills and whatnot. It isn’t even because they’re dirty, but a lot of the time they aren’t home, and when they are, they either party or go to sleep because of exhaustion from working. Frankly, the mess accumulated overtime, so it wasn’t always like that. Not to mention, Allen is a bit of a neat freak, so it seriously stresses him out when he’s at home and sees it in a certain condition. However, this sight causes him not to clean the apartment, but leave because he doesn’t even want to be there. This is a vicious cycle. They lived together for about five months, then went back to their own separate ways afterwards. It’s for the better, to be honest.

((nah fam I don't think so don't worry))

2P!BTT Headcanons

alright so they don’t hang out as much as they used to, but when they do it goes a little something like this:

Francois usually brings up to Gilen that he hasn’t seen Andres (2P!Spain) in a while and is like 12% sure he’s dead- Gilen says that’s pushing it and he’s at least 13%- Andres, out of nowhere, calls them both idiots and proclaims 14%

they stare

Andres sets down a bottle of rum

they start talking

it’s pretty difficult to get Gilen really talking, but he only super does when Andres is ‘round because he pisses him off in that buddy sort of way

so they can argue for hours about the most useless of things

it doesn’t matter what- Francois likes providing topics

they like watching The Most Popular Girls in School (separately) and then discussing it’s like it’s book club

Andres is a stan for rum and tequila

Francois hates anything except for whiskey and wine

Gilen prefers juice, or, if he had to pick; a sangria

Allen thought it was funny to call their trio by their initials before he knew it was totally fucking horrible to use that word- Andres calls him out on it all the time

Andres thinks there’s a competition going on when there isn’t an always tries to “best” the other two- Gilen will humour him from time to time

a day hasn’t gone by where Francois and Gilen are roasting each other in the group chat- it is literally the only thing keeping Francois from letting his phone die

They “hang out” ((it’s a slumber party)) every month where they “do badass things” like make home made face masks out of foods and lock Andres outside to see how long it takes him to get back in- the record is twelve seconds- he (drunkenly) launched himself through the window on the roof-they don’t know how he got up there so fast- ((that’s actually a true story about me except I wasn’t drunk and the window was open. I had a giant bruise from where I fell face first onto the toilet seat and slammed my thigh on the sink while upside down))

Adventure Awaits

“Let’s go do a thing.” It’s Gilbert that gets the afternoon rolling with such a request. The rest of them look between each other wondering if Gilbert will explain, except Antonio who doesn’t bother to wait.

“What kind of thing?” He asks cheerfully, already sitting at the edge of the couch. Santiago next to him just rolls his eyes. Gilbert blows out a puff of air.

“Just something!” He says. Francis laughs into his hand. He predicted Gilbert didn’t actually have a plan and would shuck the responsibility of figuring it out onto everyone else.

“We could go bull racing,” Santiago offers. 

“Or we could not,” Louis says bitterly before Antonio can get really excited about the idea. Klaus puts his hands to his lips and laughs silently at the pouts on both Antonio’s and Santiago’s faces.

Lutz used to be a huge furry. Holy shit, he had like three fursuits and everything. He would make those cringey musicallys while in his fursuits, going under the alias “Seigfried” (intentionally misspelled). Today, he is ashamed of his furry past. Once he grew out of that phase, he gave all of his fursuits to goodwill and deleted his musically account. When being teased by others, they will often bring up this fact, and in response, he will start to cry and say that that was the worst decision of his life. And, in a way, it kind of is, especially considering everything he said online about yiffing. Allen or Zao will sometimes say “OwO what’s this?” To piss off Lutz. Lutz laughs it off, but later on when he’s about to go to sleep, he regrets his entire past because of that simple comment.

You looked up to the ceiling with tired eyes and an annoyed scowl on your face. Your neighbors were blasting Ke$ha all throughout the apartment building. Again. And you would be fine with this of course, except if they weren’t doing this at three in the fucking morning. You needed sleep, you had a job and college to get to, and they were just ruining your sleep schedule again. You weren’t going to lie, although you loved being independent and living in your own place with your own rules, times like these made you wish that you hadn’t left your mom and dad’s quiet, peaceful house.

Slamming a pillow over your head, you rolled onto your left side and attempted to close your eyes and get at least thirty minutes of sleep. Somehow, you heard the music get quieter and quieter until it got completely silent. You breathed out a deep sigh, and rolled back onto your back and smiled. Closing your eyes, you heard something that ruined your recently happy mood.

“¡Uno Más Tiempo!”

Growling, you finally had enough. They do this every single night. You felt your right eye twitch with irritation and lack of sleep. Stomping out of your room and over to the door to your apartment, you slipped on a pair of sneakers and knocked on the door right next to yours. Apartment 15, always the cause of your problems. Knocking on the door, you waited a few seconds before assuming that they couldn’t hear your first knock because of how loud their music was. You banged on the door with your fist until you heard the music stop and the same voice say, “¡Uno momento, por favor!”

Your arms crossing over your chest, you glared at the painted beige door until it finally opened. Of course, what you saw wanted to make your frustrated face fall, and it almost did, but you remembered last minute what you were there for and kept your angry state. A young man with mocha skin and deep chestnut-colored eyes. His hair was slightly ruffled, but it was short and fluffy. It looked like it would feel really nice in your hands.

“Oh, you’re the new neighbor! Hm, you’re pretty cute too, I guess we could say we hit the jackpot.” His voice had a slight accent, but nothing too prominent. Was it more like a Boston or Philadelphia accent? You ruled out both, and decided upon Bronx. He had a Bronx accent.

“We?” You questioned, before two more people ran up behind him.

“Haha, who’s this?” A blonde spoke, a thick German accent lacing his voice. Bright blue eyes scanned your form with curiosity before another voice cut in.

“I don’t know, but they’re hella cute! What’re you doing here, good-looking?”

This voice came from a male with long black hair, tied with a messy bun. His face was covered with a Cheshire-cat grin, and his eyes were slightly red. In fact, now that you were noticing, you saw some smoke coming out from behind them, and a certain smell that you were very familiar with filled your nose. Not to mention, all of their eyes looked glassy and red as well. Oh yeah, they were having a good time. You should know, there were a lot of parties that you went to that had a good time with the same thing.

“Is that what I think it is?” Suddenly all three of the men looked nervous, and started spewing out different excuses and words.

“What? I don’t know about any ‘thing’! I mean, I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Said the one with dark auburn hair, as the man with black hair started running back into the apartment.

“I’m so sorry, please don’t take me to jail! I don’t wanna go there again! It’s cold and everybody there looks so scary!” Said the blonde, now looking extremely apologetic. However, when they heard your cackling, all movements stopped and they got quiet.

The Chinese man walked back to the door, while a confused look covered his countenance. You doubled over, your hands covering your stomach as your eyes were closed tightly because of how wide our mouth was becoming. Only when your laughing started to die down and you started to stand up normally again, did you begin to speak.

“Oh my god! You guys are absolutely ridiculous. Look, I was originally here to complain about how loud your music was and to tell you to lower it or something, but I won’t complain at all if you let me smoke with you. Hell, we could even become friends if you want, just let me join your little ‘party’.”

The blonde’s face lit up again, and in a complete switch of emotions, he started to smile like a child again. “Ja!! That sounds like so much fun! I’m Lutz, the tan one is Al, and the one who ran away like a pussy is Zao!”

“Hey! At least I wasn’t begging for forgiveness, so who’s the real pussy? The one who ran away or the one who cried like a little baby?”

Al stopped their argument by interrupting the two. “Shut up, you guys are both pussies for arguing about who’s more pussy. Anyway, what’s your name, neighbor?”

You grinned, and stood up straighter. “The name’s (Y/n). Pleasure to meet you guys, Al, Zao and Lutz.”

“Hey! How come you said my name last?-“

“Shut up Lutz!” Zao punched his arm, pushed Al out of the way and walked up to face you, as he held out his hand for you to shake.

“So, Do we have a deal, the lovely (Y/n)? Keep quiet in exchange for smoking privileges with the ‘bad touch trio’?”

Al spoke up from behind Zao as he leaned against the doorframe. “‘Bad Touch Trio’? Since when have we ever been called that?”

Zao looked at Al with a smile. “Since right now, I decided we should have a group name for future occasions, when we don’t feel like saying all of our names.”

“Who the fuck is lazy enough to not be able to say three short ass names?”

“You know that I’m perhaps, the laziest motherfucker you’ve ever met Al. Don’t ask questions that you already know the answer to.” You cleared your throat to interrupt their dialogue, and all three looked back at your form standing outside of the doorway.

Looking down at his hand, you grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. “Looks like we do, the adorable Zao. Now then, grab the blunt, the little Debbie chocolate frosted donuts, and the beer. Do you guys have Just Dance?” Moving the Trio aside, you walked into their apartment and looked back at them with a grin.

“Hell fucking yeah we do! On the Wii-U! We actually have Just Dance 2016, which is the best one, just saying.” Lutz answered, joy bouncing around in his eyes.

“Good. Let’s have a fucking lit-ass party.” Al, Zao and Lutz looked at each other with awestruck gazes.