Just a silly little idea I had. Inspired by Weird Al Yankovic's song "McDonald's Girl." ...I also used one line from the song.
Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia, McDonald's or the song.
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After school, Alfred walked into his local McDonalds. He got behind the several people in line and began counting his money. Alfred nods when he sees he has enough and stuffs the money back into his wallet.
It was a daily routine for him, really. Not only because the food was epic, but because of a certain cashier. The American peered over the shoulders of the customers in front of him.
A grin spread onto his face when he spotted the familiar mop of blonde hair and a trademark pair of bushy eyebrows. The American had become quite enamored with this man and excitement surged through Alfred at the thought of talking to the British employee.
His name was Arthur, and ordering from him also became an everyday occurrence. Alfred had learned a few things about the Brit from the few weeks he started working there. Apparently, the only reason Arthur was working at a fast food joint is because he needs the money for school and it was the only job available.
When Alfred was next in line, he caught the Brit's eye and gave a small wave, only to be greeted with a scowl. He chuckled softly as he stepped forward to place his order.
"Hey there, Artie!"
"I told you not to call me that."
Alfred smiled at the small frown placed on the Brit's face. He looked adorable with the way his bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly in irritation.
"This is the fifth time you've come in here this week. Are you planning your funeral?" Arthur says, sighing at the stereotypical American.
"Shouldn't you be pro-McDonald's? You are working here after all. Don't want your manager to hear, do ya?"
Arthur glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough the manager was there staring at him like a hawk. The Brit rolled his eyes and turned back to the American.
"Then what do you want? Place your order already, you idiot."
Arthur expected the almost always daily visits from the boy and he knew what his regular order was, but it was regulation to ask.
Alfred took a deep breath, this was the day he going to do it. He was going to ask Arthur out.
"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter-pounder with cheese, I love the light in your eyes, will you go out with me please?"
Arthur froze as he punched in the numbers of the meal into the cash register. What the bloody hell did he say?
He stared at the American's hopeful face that was now tinted a light pink. Blue eyes sparkled with determination and also anticipation for the answer. Alfred looked so cute at the moment that the Brit let the answer slip out of his mouth without thinking.
"Yes."
Alfred broke into a smile and let out a loud whooping noise. He handed Arthur the money for his meal and grabbed the bag on the counter.
"I'll pick you up at the end of your shift and we can go out to eat!"
Arthur watched as the younger man walked out while whistling a happy tune. What had he gotten himself into?
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Arthur waited outside the restaurant, if you could even call it that, keeping an eye out for Alfred. A car pulled in and the window rolled down to reveal the American.
"Hop in, Artie!"
Grumbling to himself, he slid into the passengers seat and buckled in.
"So where are we going?"
Alfred glanced over and smiled. "It's a secret."
The car took off and the two blondes made idle conversation until the reached their destination. Arthur looked out the window and flushed with anger as he saw a familiar golden arch.
"You bloody git! I already work at a McDonald's, why would I want to go here on a date?"
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La fin.
As I said, just a silly idea so it's pretty short. (I love the idea of Arthur working at a place he hates. xD;) Thanks for reading~!