You hammer on the first bedroom door you come to. You thought you were used to living with the infamous trio by now, but sometimes they just took it a little too far.
The door gets pulled open and the Spaniard of the trio stands there, grinning, “Good morning, chica. What could your beautiful self possibly want so early?”
You cross your arms and glare at him, ignoring the fact his shirt was off and his grin was just too gorgeous.
“Toni, where are they?” you ask.
“…what?” He genuinely looks confused as to why you’re so angry, but you had learnt that he could put on a good act if he wanted, too.
“You know what. Where the hell is all of my underwear?!”
A smirk creeps across his face, “Ah, you may want to ask next door. This time it’s not my fault.”
“What do you mean, this time?!”
He chuckles nervously, “Nothing! I wouldn’t take… Look, it’s not my fault, ________. That’s all I can say.”
You narrow your eyes, “Seriously, Toni, I need to go to work! Was it Gilbert?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you go and ask him? Have a nice day!” he grins again and pulls his door shut.
You snarl and stomp to the next door along the hallway. You start banging on the door above the word ‘awesome’ that has been scratched into the wood.
“Frau! Seriously, what is your problem?!” Gilbert yells. It takes him a moment to open the door, but when he eventually does, his bird flies out of the room and perches on your shoulder. He frowns, “What?”
“Underwear,” you say, holding your hand out.
“…well, it’s nice of you to notice! They’re new. Do you like them?” he asks with a smirk, putting his thumb into the waistband of his pants. You roll your eyes.
“My underwear.”
He pauses, but then another grin creeps across his face, “Well, if you insist, ________. I thought you weren’t interested before.” He steps closer to you and winds his arms around your waist. The bird instantly hops onto his head.
“Ah! No, Gilbert! Get off of me!” you cry as he runs his hands down your back. Pushing him off, you sigh in frustration, “Look, I’m gonna be late for work. Where is all of my underwear?!”
“…You underwear is missing and you assume it’s my fault?!” he asks.
“Well, no, I just went to Toni and he told me to ask yo-”
“Antonio?! Of course he did. Well, frau, you’d better check next door,” he says, pointing in the direction of Francis’ room.
“Are you saying it was Francis?”
“Ja. Must have been. The awesome me wouldn’t stoop so low! See you later, ________.”
The door slams closed again, leaving you stood there.
You move to the next door and start banging once more. Where there’s no answer, you let yourself in.
Lying on Francis’ pillow are some familiar pink panties. Growling, you snatch them up and say, “Francis, where the hell are you?!”
“Onhonhonhon…” is all you hear, coming from the… lounge? You turn and stomp down the stairs towards the irritating laughter.
“Bonjour, ma chère! Sleep well?” the Frenchman’s voice asks just as you enter the lounge.
“…Francis, where the hell are you hiding? And where is my stuff?! Don’t you think you’re just a little bit old for games?”
“Aww, where is the fun in telling you?”
…No, he’s not in here. He’s in the kitchen.
You sigh, “Why the hell did I ever agree to live with you?”
“Onhonhon, it was your choice, ma chère.”
“Where are you? Seriously, do you want me to get fired?”
“You’d rather go to work than play a little hide and seek with me?”
Ok, you’ve heard enough to guess where the Frenchman is hiding. You march through the lounge and into the kitchen, glancing to the largest of the cupboards, the one under the sink with the double doors. You walk right up and yank open the doors, causing Francis to yelp in surprise.
“Out. Now,” you order, taking hold of his collar, “How old are you? You act like a five year old. Give me back my stuff, now! For the third time, I’m going to be late for work!”
“Not my fault. You’re the one who can’t find your panties! Onhonhonhonhon!” He ran off up the stairs, you following him, to his room.
“Francis, for gods’ sake!”
“Frau, are you going to keep yelling all morning?” Gilbert asked, leaning out of his room.
“Si! Can’t a guy have a siesta without being disturbed?” Toni joined in, opening his door too.
Staring at the two of them as if they’re crazy, you suddenly scream at them, “I’ve had enough of this place! I hate all of you! I’m going to work, and I when I get back I want help packing my stuff!”
Stomping into your room, you slam the door to change, putting on yesterday’s bra and the one pair of panties you managed to get hold of. After that, you grab your bag and slam out of the house, cursing at the trio of childish men as you go.
Toni is the first one to speak, “Don’t you think you took it too far, amigo?”
Francis frowns, “I was only joking. You two do it all the time.”
“Don’t bring me into this! You were the one who pissed her off,” Gilbert says, but then he sighs, “I suppose we do prank her a lot. But it’s not like we’re horrible to her.”
“It’s all in good fun, oui? I don’t want her to leave.”
“…I guess we’d better apologise. The right way, si?”

~*~TimeSkip~*~

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to even stay this long,” Elizabeta says from the other end of the phone.
“They’ve never pissed me off this much before,” you reply.
“Where are you now? I thought you finished work at five.”
“I did. I’m sat in the car outside the house, giving them some time to work out an apology.”
“You know you can always come and stay with me, if you want to,” she offers.
“I dunno, Eliza. I’ll see how it goes tonight. Anyway, I’d better go in. I expect they’re all feeling sorry for themselves. See you later, yeah?”
“Ok. See you later, ________.”
You put your phone back into your pocket and lean your head back, contemplating whether to go inside or not. You give it another five minutes and then decide to go inside. Locking your car up, you let yourself in. The lights haven’t been turned on yet since it turned dark outside, so you flick the switch, turning on the hall light, and open the door to the lounge.
This room was in darkness, too, apart from a dim light coming from the kitchen. Curious, you put your bag on the couch and walk into the kitchen.
A smile spreads across your lips when you see it.
Four places have been neatly set at the kitchen table and a candle is in the middle, lighting the place up. Francis, Gilbert and Antonio all turn to face you when you clear your throat. Francis was putting food on four plates as Toni and Gilbert were playing with the CD player.
“Ah, chica! We were wondering when you would be back!” Toni says, grinning.
“Just in time, too! The food has just finished cooking, ma chère,” Francis adds.
“Why don’t you take a seat, frau? Let me get you a drink,” Gilbert offers, taking your hand and leading you to the table, pulling out your seat for you. Francis slides a bottle of wine towards him and he takes it and opens it quickly, pouring three glasses and taking a beer out of the fridge for himself.
“Here we go, a little music!” Toni announces with a grin as the CD player comes to life, Spanish music starting to play from the speakers.
“And food, too! Here, ________, your favourite!” Francis says, sliding a plate of (favourite food) in front of you.
The trio sit down with you once they’ve got their own plates of food in front of them.
“Good day at work, ________?” Gilbert asks.
“…I guess. So, what’s this all for?” you ask, gesturing to the food, the candle, the music.
“Ah, yeah… We all wanted to apologise for all the pranks we pull,” Toni says, smiling sheepishly.
“We don’t mean to piss you off,” Gilbert says.
“I might have taken it a little too far this morning. I hope you weren’t late for work. All of your things are back in your room. I’m sorry,” Francis says, standing up to hug you.
“Me too. Sorry, Frau.” Gilbert hugs you next.
Finally, Toni hugs you too. “Si. Sorry, chica. But, if you want to move out, you can.”
“…Oh, guys, it’s ok. I’m not leaving,” you say. You can’t help but grin.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. I don’t hate you guys, y’know. In fact, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you admit. It’s true. Moving out of this place wouldn’t solve anything.
“Ah, that’s great! Now, let’s eat, oui?” Francis says, taking a sip of his wine.
“Sure. Thanks, guys.”
After eating, you sit back and say, “Wow, that was great. ...I’m gonna go and get in the shower.”
All three of them glance at each other before suddenly jumping up and running out of the room.
“The shower!”
“Don’t use your shampoo, chica!”
“Or the shower gel!”
You giggle and say to yourself, “It would not be the same without them.”