[IMPORTANT] A/N 2015: Hello! Before you proceed, I'll be warning you that this fanfic hasn't been updated in a while and might never be updated again. I posted a similar warning on Bloodstained Chrysanthemums, but I guess this one will be vaguer. I still really like this idea, and I'd wrap it up if I hadn't fallen so far out of both fandoms to be able to write it in character. To be fair, I'd already forgotten the personalities of all the other maids in Maid Latte when I wrote this, so I apologize in advance if anyone is OOC. That's right, I wrote this on whim; it'd already been years since I'd watched Maid-sama when I drafted the first chapter of this, completely driven solely by my obsession with the idea of characters sharing the same voice actor meeting each other. OTL

Someday I might rewatch Maid-sama, though, and Hetalia is fairly easy to write since the character personalities are based around stereotypes and comedy relief, so I may just pick this up again! I didn't plan for it to be particularly long so it irks me as well to see it unfinished, haha! We'll see.

ORIGINAL A/N: It's one of those stress-relief crackfics I write, except without the crack yet and a little better than my worst...=w= I keep asking myself what would happen if a seiyuu's roles meet...and well well, Yuki Kaida. OwO So now I wrote some weird Hetalia x Maid-sama crossover. Totally un-beta'd because...Because it's a crackfic, and the first one I put up online. w Enjoy if you're actually reading it lol~

NO YAOI HERE PEEPS.

It was a beautiful day, with the blue sky hanging above and people casually bustling along the city streets. It was a Sunday, and that meant that, even if he was usually as busy as hell, Kiku would have time to relax and just enjoy the day, especially at his favorite place to hang out, Maid Latte.

Except, he didn't count on him coming.

"Di-di!" Yao skipped behind him merrily, grinning like a little girl as they strolled down the sidewalk. "I'll finally find out today aru!"

Kiku did not want to talk to him, but he knew his older brother would nag him whether he responded or not, so might as well start up a conversation. "Find what out today, Yao?"

"Where you go every weekend." The silly grin on the Chinese man's face turned into a teasingly curious stare. His ponytail swished behind him as he bounced along Kiku's consistent stride. "Every Sunday you'd come home looking all blissful aru. It's so unlike you! And only on Sunday, too, aru. When the weekdays come again, aru, you get all silent again. So now I'm going to find out what's so special about Sunday aru!"

Well, it wasn't really a secret, but then again, Kiku wasn't exactly the type of person who walked up to his family members and said, "Hey, I was at the maid café today!" Yao was free to join him if he wanted, but it would make this particular visit rather…unsettling. "Well, it's alright."

"You're so unenthusiastic aru," Yao pouted. "I would really like to know what magical thing is potent enough to make you all happy-go-lucky."

"It's nothing much, really." Almost there.

"I still want to know aru!"

"Alright, we're here."

Kiku's special spot, on the outside, was just another small shop on the streets of the bustling Japanese city. People, predominantly men, occasionally slid in and out of it. The mini blackboard in front, complete with a cute doodle of a French maid outfit, read, "Maid Latte."

"What is this aru?" wondered Yao aloud.

"Some magical thing that is potent enough to make me all happy-go-lucky," shrugged Kiku, trying his best to hide his excited grin. Maid Latte had one of the most enthusiastic staffs in Tokyo, as well as the most interesting system. They'd add themes every now and then, changing costumes and decorations and starting interactive events and promos, all while retaining that classic Maid Latte ambience. And of course, a hardcore otaku like Kiku simply could not miss out on something like that. "Shall we then?"

"Let's go aru!" Yao drove past Kiku and pushed open the doors with so much enthusiastic force that they slammed against the walls with a rather loud bang. Heads turned to the entrance as the Chinese grinned stupidly, motioning to Kiku as he skipped ahead towards a table right at the center of the room. The Japanese blanched as gazes bore into him. Almost immediately, he regretted letting his brother come. It could turn his whole relaxing weekend getaway into a very long babysitting session.

"Welcome home, master," nodded the maids, with awkward glances at Kiku. They had already become accustomed to his calm, conservative presence every weekend, so to have someone like Yao around was simply…

Kiku shook his head rigidly, sheepishly toddling towards his brother, who was literally bouncing in his seat. Why did this whole ordeal excite him so much?

"What are we going to eat aru?" queried Yao brightly. Kiku sighed. Of course Yao would think of food before even looking at the pretty maids, who were supposed to be the main attraction in the first place. In how many restaurants could you find a staff like that of a maid café? Yao would never understand, though.

The younger waved his hand in the air dismissively. "Whatever you want."

Yao brightened further, and eagerly took the menu into his hands to decide over all the delicious pastries.

Finally, one of the maids, named Honoka, or rather, Black Honoka, approached their table with a dark glint in her eye, clearly annoyed by Yao's presence. "Master," she said with a painfully sweet façade, "what would you like to order today?"

Before Kiku could even open his mouth, Yao listed at least a dozen different dishes from the menu, all in an oblivious, giddy tone. Honoka's expression darkened, and Kiku was beginning to grow uneasy. Why in the world did Yao have to bring out her darker side…? "Right away, master," she grinned with obvious irritation, and left the two to themselves.

"Yao," coughed Kiku once he was sure Honoka had gone. "We need to talk about this."

"Why? You're treating me, right aru?"

Kiku glared. The bill was the last thing on his mind, but now that the subject had been brought up…"Before we left, you told me you'd pay for it."

"I did aru?"

"'Come on, let me come aru! I'll pay for it all,' you said."

"Oh, yes, I did aru!" Yao laughed uneasily.

"…You didn't bring any money, did you?"

The Chinese hung his head, embarrassed at last. "No. I'm sorry, aru."

Kiku sighed, leaning back to contemplate their stand. He was stuck at Maid Latte with the incredibly obnoxious, attention-grabbing Yao, who had just ordered practically the entire menu without intending to pay for it.

"I suppose that will be a problem," he concluded. "Because I didn't bring any money, either."

And unfortunately for them, Honoka just happened to be standing nearby with two full trays and more waiting in the kitchen.

"What did you say…?"

"Well, Yao…" Kiku looked up seriously, and Yao flinched at the graveness of his tone. "It was nice knowing you."