Arthur Kirkland was furious, no he was outraged.
What was that dumbass doing in his restaurant?
Who gave him the right to place his filthy feet trough that door, and what was he wearing?!
The sandy haired man let his eyes appreciate, cross that, distastefully glare at, Alfred Jones's outfit.
Said man was in a maid, complete with the hair band and bow, with the British flag, England's flag on the apron.
The owner of the pub stormed off to the kitchens, where the two Italian brothers sang merrily over the stoves.
"What is he doing here?" The boss's tone was dangerously gaining a higher pitch than normal.
Feliciano shrugged used to the cranky morning attitude. "Ask Kiku…"
England's eyes widened, Kiku?
His most trusted assistant, Kiku, had hired that hamburger meat head?
Oho…Kiku better be braced for this… "What the bloody hell were you thinking!?"
The short Japanese jumped from his seat twiddling with his tie as his friend shouted voice rising, falling, rising, falling…
Japan sighed. "America-san was looking for a job, with his bright attitude he would make a great waitress, I mean waiter, which would help catch customers." Arthur's face began to deflate. "And with Austria-san's diner right next door the competition has become tough; hiring a waiter should help-desu." The man concluded calmly, hoping that his logic had won over the hotheaded Arthur.
"Like always, you're right Kiku, sorry, I guess I can put up with him…" grunting
England made his way back to the main room, sucking in deep breaths repeatedly.
He spent most of his time keeping a hawk's eye on the bubbling blonde humming away as he took orders to the kitchens, and brought them back.
Things were going surprisingly smooth to the Brit's disappointment, so he sat behind the bar frowning constantly, watching the dress bounce up with America's every hop.
Of course there had to be a time when all that peace came to an end and something did happen.
Towards closing time the younger one was on his way to take the dirty dishes, when as expected he had to trip on something, with his arms full of silverware.
Alfred tumbled to the ground belly first with a painful thud, forks, knifes, spoons, goblets scattering on the carpeted floor around him.
Hissing Arthur flung from his post to help the other up, eyes full of concern he would never admit to the other.
"Ditz." America looked up, taking the offered hands thankfully. "Gosh m' really sorry, I hope I didn't break anything!" his blue eyes turned to England in apology, while working to pick up his mess.
"Just make sure this doesn't repeat itself!" Arthur's hands wondered silently out of his conscious, searching for any wounds or bruises that could have formed on the other smooth skin.
"Iggy what are ya' doing?"
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I know I did not finish the Crypts-Tsubasa fanfic. I will tough!
Authors work on more than one story at a time!!
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