Hi! I'm so sorry I didn't keep my promise but writers block is an evil thing… :(

I really like what I came up with though! Please don't hate me… The ending does seem a little fail now though…

But this is kinda building up to the rest of the story, just so you know. And that is also why it is so short.

And for all those who do not know who Leon is, that is said to be Hong-Kong's human name. At least, according to the Hetalia Wiki.

I disclaim. There, happy?

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Dirty Dancing; The Makings of The New Bad Touch Trio?

"Dirty Dancing? Really?" The Italian asked Hong-Kong as his Asian friend popped the disk into the DVD player.

About 3 weeks ago, China and Spain came up with the brilliant idea that if the two young nations would become good friends if they locked them in a room together long enough. Surprisingly, after a few hours in a small hall closet at Wang Yao's large summer home, the two are now close companions. Now, along with Matthew, they have formed somewhat of a new Bad Touch Trio, having already been arrested 4 times for public indecency and shoplifting from a lingerie store.

Tonight, the three friends were coming together for a simple moving, after Antonio had scolded them yet again for being dragged home by the police. The plan was to stay in and not cause trouble and not steal and not threaten the genitals of that innocent bartender in Barcelona.

"Don't pretend you don't LOVE this movie, Vargas, cause we both know you sing the songs in the shower." Leon said with a devious smirk.

"Ooooo~" Canada chimed, ribbing Lovino slightly.

"Aw shut up." The red-head huffed, putting on his signature pout.

"Come on guys. Let's just enjoy the movie." Hong-Kong said, hopping into the spot between Matt and Lovi.

~.~.~.~.~.~ 1 hour later~.~.~.~.~.~

"AND I OWE IT ALL TO YOOOOUU~!" The blonde nation sung into his imaginary microphone. After the movie started, they'd quickly taken to singing along with the songs, Leon taking the feminine parts and Matthew and Lovino alternating on the male voices.

So far that night a lamp, a chair, and a lovely set of decorative llamas had suffered greatly from the trios antics. Luckily for the furniture, the movie was about to be over.

As the music died down and the credits started rolling, Matthew slowly drifted himself off to sleep, having over exerted himself in that last song. Hong-Kong flopped down onto the couch, once again between his two friends. Sighing, he turns to Lovino and lays his head down on his shoulder, closing his eyes. A calm silence falls on the trio, only disrupted by the light mumbling of a snoozing Canadian.

But a question has been burning at a certain curious brunette. He's been to sober so far to try asking it, for fear of offending Lovino. But, as we all know, alcohal tends to break down our inabitions, and Hong-Kong is just wasted enough to finally get around to asking.

"How long ago did you realize you were gay?" The Asian questions. Lovino, taken aback by the sudden questioning of his sexual orientation, sends a confused glance to the comrade leaning onto him. It's a simple enough question. A little odd, but simple. He knows he probably shouldn't answer that. That normally he'd have smacked his fellow nation over the head and tell him to shut up and go to sleep. But normality didn't apply to them anymore. Especially after 6 dirty martinis. So he calms down, takes a deep breath, and thinks through his words carefully.

"First of all, I still like women, so I can't possibly be gay. But if what you're asking is 'when did I realize I liked men' it was about two years ago. At a party. Toni was a little drunk and leaned in for a kiss and… I just… didn't stop him." He explains then sighs and reaches over and grabs the beer on the end table. He's not so sure if it's his or Matthew's but he doesn't really care right about now.

"Whatever. Your totally gay for Antonio. And he was, like, your dad and shit wasn't he?" Hong-Kong replies half drunkenly, chuckling quietly to himself.

"SHUT UP! I'm not gay! I slept with Belgium! And Columbia! AND-" Leon cuts off his rant, rolling over to stare at the Italian.

"Columbia? Maria Cruz? THAT Columbia?" He pauses, a look of poor awe gracing his face.

"NICE." He chuckles, lifting his hand for a high five. Lovino laughs, returning the gesture. Hong- kong rolls back over and lays his head down in Romano's lap, starting to nod off. The silence returns and the red-head turns his attention back to his warmish beer.

"So how long have YOU been gay?" He asks, taking a sip of Corona and looking over at the Asian. Leon opens one eye and peaks over at the Italian. Closing his eyes and curling into a more comfortable position, he opens his mouth and begins speaking quietly.

"Not gay. Bi. And since the last new year's party when I slept with Kiku. And then Taiwan. And Korea. I think that makes me the family slut…"He slurs out drowsily with a smirk. Romano chuckles, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. He knows that Leon wouldn't be so open with him about these things if it hadn't been the for all the booze. He wonders if maybe Matt is the only straight one in their little group. Then he remembers what Gilbert told him about what the Canadian is 'into' and he his forced to cast away his innocent perception of his friend. So much for purity.

He loves that he can talk to someone. It's been so long. He hasn't talked about his feelings since he was little and Belgium was his mommy. He'll never tell him, but he's glad Spain is forcing him to make friends. Especially Hong-Kong.

They were a very unlikely trio, the three of them. But for some unfathomable reason, around each other, they could just be. There was no need to pretend or be so-super polite and none of them would ever go forgotten or unnoticed. They just worked.

That night, Lovi is calmly lulled to sleep by the light snoring of Leon and Matt mumbling in his sleep about chains and whips. Yup, just another day in the life of the new BTT.