A/N; This is my first Hetalia fic, I just noticed the lack of RoChu fics and decided to fix that. Umm so if there's anything you want to request PM me or leave a review and I'll do my best! This is unbeta'ed and I'd love it if you pointed out any errors! Pairings; RoChu (of course), Franada, Gerita, PruHun, etc.
Yao was tired. No, he wasn't just tired. He was bone-deep, dead on his feet, exhausted.
After another long day of squinting through a microscope at minuscule white blood cells, earnestly searching for a difference, Yao needed a pick-me-up. Sadly that required walking in the crisp outside air.
Sighing, he took a right, hugging his arms to himself in an ineffective attempt to keep warm, and slowly meandered down 1st street until coming to Cobblestone Bakery, a quaint little cafe with some of the most delicious chocolate croissants you could imagine.
He opened the door, the little bell attached to the top tinkling, and walked inside, basking in the comfortingly warm air that cut through the chill of the fall evening. The smell of pastries baking, freshly ground coffee, and warm vanilla swirled around him, luring him forward.
"Bonjour Yao, another long day, no? The usual, mon chere?" said Francis, the barista, with a coquettish smile.
"Yes, and what do you mean the usual there is no way you can remember my order! And don't call me that!" Yao replied indignantly.
"Ohhonhonhon, somebody's touchy today. One medium oolong tea and one blueberry muffin." Yao's jaw dropped. " Mon ami, I always remember my courants orders." The Frenchman smirked, knowing he'd won. Yao opened his mouth, face flushed with embarrassment, then he clamped it shut realizing that he'd lost.
"Yes the usual." he sighed as he gave up, shoulders sagging.
"That'll be $4.28, you need to lighten up Yao, after all these long days, you should go pull a long night, if you know what I mean," he said, the last part accompanied by a flirtatious wink.
"I don't understand what you're saying!" Yao snapped, flustered, as he thrust his credit card into Francis' outstretched palm. As Francis opened his mouth, most likely to explain to poor Yao what he had meant, a quiet timid voice piped up from behind Francis.
"H-hey d-don't pick on Yao, eh? He's h-had a l-long day of hard work and d-doesn't want this."
Francis turned, revealing Matthew, glimmering violet eyes peering out from behind his glasses, head facing down in a cautious manner.
"Yes mon ami." he said, lifting his loves' head with a hand under his chin. His blue eyes adoringly holding the shimmering purple ones captive, until his eyes came upon a stray smear of sugar on his cheek," Oh what is this? We can't have anything marring your perfection," he cooed.
"W-What are y-" The Canadian was quickly cut off by Francis' lips pressing down on his cheek, worrying away at the spot of offense.
"Mmm so sweet," he said, pulling a small ways away to breathe, satisfied that the sugar was gone from Matthews' face, and then leaned in again, "Not as sweet as you though," he whispered as he captured his fiancées lips with his own, teasing his tongue with tantalizing swirls and tasting the syrupy sweetness that was Matthew.
"I'm still right here you know!" Yao exclaimed, after this had gone on for a while, flushing pink with embarrassment at the rather long display of affection. Matthew pulled out of Francis' embrace, disentangling himself from the Frenchman. Francis reached out, as if to pull the smaller man back to himself, only to have Matthews hands press lightly against his chest, halting his movement. Francis pouted, thinking his advances unwanted. Matthew leaned up on his tippy toes and whispered something in Francis' ear.
"Vraiment?" Francis questioned, eyes widening into a look of shock. Matthew nodded, making his adorable curl on his head bob up and down. The Frenchman's eyes glazed over, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks, picturing whatever Matthew had just promised him. He smirked, leaned in for one last taste of those soft pink lips and turned towards Yao and handed his credit card back.
Yao awkwardly took the card, stiffly shoving it back into its spot in his wallet. He hoped he'd never find out what it was that made Francis of all people blush.
"Your tea will be up in a bit," Francis said, bending down and pulling out the tray of muffins from the glass display. He plucked two blueberry muffins from the selection and placed them on a beautiful china plate. As he was doing this, Matthew was bustling around the kitchen, setting a kettle of water on the stove top to boil.
Yao took his plate and made his way to his favorite table in the front right corner, where he could reach the Wi-Fi of the library across the street. Pulling his E-reader out, he settled into the mind of Ender Wiggin, brain filled with strategies to stop the Buggers and a great leader. Ender was currently in his first training room session, was pushing off the platform and-
"H-here's your tea Mr. Wang," Matthew stammered, seating down a preciously adorable teapot formed in the shape of a cupcake, accompanied by a teacup and saucer with little flowers painted on them. Yao flinched, being dragged from his fantasy by the arrival of his tea.
"It's just Yao," he corrected automatically, eagerly grabbing his teapot and pouring himself a steaming cup. "Thank you..."
"Oh! It's M-Mathew Mr. W-Yao" the Canadian stuttered," Will th-that be all?" Yao nodded, releasing Matthew. The younger man bobbed his head, turned on his heel and returned to his kitchens.
Yao walked through his apartment door, shutting and locking the door behind him. He hung his keys up on the hook next to the door and took his shoes off on the mat. Stretching his arms above his head, he walked through his living room and down the hall to his bedroom.
Yao unbuttoned his work shirt throwing it into the bamboo hamper in front of his closet. Undoing his pants button, and zipper, he pulled those off as well as his socks. He pulled on a pair of plain red pajama pants over his star and moon briefs. Tugging on a loose white tank top he crawled into bed, pulling the covers close around him and fell asleep to hopeful thoughts about what tomorrow might bring.