Jealousy tactics

                                    

                                          
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It was just in their nature to be friendly to everyone. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary if they started an impromptu game of soccer, or in this case beach volleyball, with random people. It wouldn't even be weird if they offered to get something or do something for a complete stranger. 
                          
Everybody who had ever met Antonio, Alfred, and Matthias knew that. It was part of their oblivious charm to be kind to all living souls. 
                          
"I don't think they've ever instantly hated anyone," Francis comments to Kiku who absentmindedly nodded. They watched as the three boys played volleyball with people they met no more than half an hour ago, like they've been friends with each other for eons. 
                          
Elizabeta pressed a cold drink to the Asian male's back, laughing as Kiku jumped, "you're one to talk Francy. I'm pretty sure you're all lust at first sight."
                          
"Non," Francis smirked, "that is what people feel for me, I just go along with it because it is my duty as a public servant. And if I happen to feel something then that would happen down the line. The way true love developes."
                          
Elizabeta rolled her eyes and scanned the beach area for the people she was most interested in. Feliks had woken them all up bright and early that morning claiming that the sun was way too bright not to go outside and the beach was totally waiting for them to go frolic around in it. The ground was hot and the air was thick by the time they got to the beach around nine. Blame it on Francis and Feliks for taking so long that the sun had time to make the sand feel as if they were treading on hot coals. The area wasn't exactly crowded, but there were others. Others that stared at the large, very odd group of people that Elizabeta, for some reason only god knows, called her friends. 
                          
The girl stopped when her gaze caught the blond hair poking out from the other side of a book. Arthur was casually reading and chatting with Lukas about something trivial, nothing out of the ordinary. Though Elizabeta cause the quick, almost unnoticeable, glances that the two sent over to the makeshift volleyball court whenever someone let out an odd sound. The confused and upset looking scowles that graced their faces for a split second before returning to a faux neutral expression and meaningless conversation. Sadly, to her, Lovino was too distracted to pay the loud boys any attention. The italian brothers were trying to build a moat... or a pool... or was it just a giant hole? Either way they weren't making much progress. Elizabeta clicked her tongue. 
                          
"Francy," Elizabeta turned to the male standing next to her, "They're all so helpless."
                          
Francis chuckled, "Haven't they always been like that? Idiotic as rocks and just as oblivious."
                          
"That's true," Elizabeta, as well as everyone else turned her head to the volleyball game as a scream was let out. 
                          
Elizabeta gasped as she saw one of their newly acquainted friends crumpled on the floor, holding his head. Everyone froze for a moment as the redhead (was that one Cameron?) moaned in pain and curled up farther into his ball. They barely knew the guy, what if he sued? Nah, he probably couldn't do that, but they'd all hate to loose a possible new friend. Well, almost all of them would hate the idea.
                          
Matthias, the one who spiked the ball a little too hard at the boy, was by his side as the crowd grew around the pair in a circle. The Dane appeared to be freaking out more than the injured party, which was a surprise to no one but the three outsiders that were unfortunate enough to agree to play a game with the other three rambunctious teens.