It was Valentine's Day, but frankly, you didn't care. You were 15, but you had never fallen in love before. Why would you risk being hurt by love when you were content with having awesome friends? Ever since you were little, you had known Francis the French pervert, Antonio the Spaniard,and of course, the awesome Prussian Gilbert. They called themselves the Bad Touch Trio.
Somehow, they managed to drag you to Gilbert's house for a party, but you felt like being antisocial and hid yourself in the attic to do homework. You barely knew most of the people there. Some people stepped into the attic, but you hardly noticed since you were absorbed in calculus.
"Hon hon, what 'ave we 'ere?" A Familiar French accent caused you to flinch clumsily and end up lying on the floor.
"Kesese, zhe awesome Gilbert has found _____!" Gilbert laughed and offered you a hand which you gratefully took.
You put on a fake pout. "I was just trying to do homework, and you know I can't party!"
Antonio grinned and began to drag you towards the source of loud music. "No use in resisting, señorita. You're coming to party with us!"