I am now safely back in Ireland... And I'm still working on the third chapter of 'Unexpected' so I decided to make a book of Hetalia short stories for when the I have nothing to do. So enjoy, I guess... ~Yee
NOTE; The idea for this was something my friend suggested, which she read of tumblr... Unfortunately, she doesn't have a fanfiction account but shoutout to her anyways.. Thanks for the help you tall bastard C:
Ship- PruCan (Prussia x Canada) *Because I'm PruCan trash*
"Would you like to order now, or do you need more time?"
"I'd like some more time please... I'm sure he's on his way..."
Matthew sighed and looked around the restraunt. A woman at another table with her possible boyfirend gave him an apologetic look. He smiled at her as if to say 'don't worry about it'.
And he was right. No one should worry about it... his date was only ten minutes late. He was sure he had a good excuse. He was maybe caught in traffic... or he was taking his time getting ready... after all, when he'd met the Frenchman, he seemed to take alot of care in his appearance with his long, well styled, blonde hair and his top of the line clothing. Matthew ahd only spent fifteen minutes getting ready... he was sure it would take Francis slightly longer.
Matthew opened the menu again and scanned it's contents. Maybe he was in the wrong resturaunt, maybe he'd misheard the time... but he couldn't have. He's written the time and location down when they were given to him. There was no way that he could have mixed them up.
He looked down at his black watch. His leg started impatienty bouncing up and down. Francis was now fifteen minutes late. Matthew sighed once again. He raised his hand for the waitress and decided to order himself a drink. Surely, Francis wouldn't mind him buying himself a drink. After all, he was the one who was running late...
Soon, that one drink turned into two and two turned into four... it had been forty five minutes and Francis showed no sign of showing up. The amount of sympathetic looks Matthew had recieved in that time was probably uncountable. Matthew sighed and downed the rest of his current drink. He put on his jacket and was about to call for the bill until he heard a loud bang. He turned towards the door, where the sound was coming from and caught sight of a man. The man was an albino, that was for sure. He had pale skin, snow white hair and scarlet eyes. The man seemed to search the entire restraunt until his eyes seemed to land on Matthew. He grinned and began to walk over.
"Sorry I'm late Liebling, the traffic was hell! Kesese~"
The man put his coat on the back of his chair and sat down. Now Matthew was confused. He was absolutely certain that this wasn't Francis. If he was correct, he'd never seen this man in his life... Matthew 'Why is he here? Who is he? Why did he call me that weird wo-'
Matthew was broke out of his question when the pale man grabbed his hand and leaned across the table.
"Just go along with it... Whoever decided to to stand you up is so totally unawesome..."
Matthew smiled shyly. Never had someone done him such a kindness. Nevermore, a complete stranger. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside
"Thank you... thank you so much... I'm Matthew, Matthew Williams".
"Gilbert Belischmidt, the most awesome guy on earth, at your service".
Needless to say, Matthews night and the rest of his life was improved greatly, all due to one good deed.
Ravioli ravioli, whats in the bookioli? PRUSSIA AND CANADA FLUFFIOLI. I hope you all enjoyed this first of hopefully many stories!
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