Somewhere between the naps, the hockey games, and the cooking lessons, the unexpected happened. A small ray of joy and a wish that it never ended. But the question was how it got there when not so long ago, there was something else entirely. It started in a bar with three friends.
"I've been so busy with work, I haven't had much 'me' time," Antonio whined. The tall and tanned skinned Spaniard was well known for his vibrant green eyes and sunny smile. His bright and friendly personality made him the perfect nurse for a children's hospital.
"Oui, my bakery accountant recently quit on me and now I have to do everything on my own," Francis said. The thirty one year old Frenchman had a love for sweets and owned a bakery in the city where he grew up. He and Antonio had known each other since high school.
"Man, that really sucks," Gilbert said as drank from his beer mug. The Albino man had a very eccentric personality for someone who was in his late twenties and working at a library. He had met Antonio through an old friend and now the trio aways hung out.
"You're so lucky, Gil. No hard work, no expensive bills," Antonio said. "Yeah but you're the one making the most money here," Gilbert said. "Si. But I don't know, I should have been a teacher instead. I hate seeing little kids sick and sad," he said with a frown. "I assume you're talking about the little girl?" Francis asked. "Si. I've been working with her for two years now. She's a fighter but I don't know how much longer she can keep it up," Antonio said sadly. "It's going to be okay, Antonio," Francis said. "Gracias, amigo."
"Gil, how have you been?" The spaniard asked. The albino chugged his drink and placed it down. "No bueno. Ludwig has been stressing out about not finding a decent job and he's been home all day being a total woman on me." He leaned on his arm tiredly. "Can't even bring a girl home for the night anymore cause he's always home."
"Eh? So you haven't gotten laid?" Antonio asked teasingly. Gilbert shook his head sadly and ordered another drink. "I'm too busy with work, I don't even have the time," Antonio said. "What about you, Francis?" The blonde shook his head. "Non. I am looking for that special someone," he said with a dreamy look.
"You're not that old yet, Franny. You don't need to start looking for a wife yet," Gilbert teased. "I am thirty already. I want real love that will last," Francis said. "Whatever you say," Gilbert said.
Francis stood, a whisk in one hand, a bowl with cream in the other. His small time bakery had it made it big, but it wasn't an easy road. If it weren't for his accountant, Vash, he wouldn't have made it. Unfortunately, he was offered a better job and now the Frenchman was loosing more money than he could count.
He sighed, having to let go of a few workers to afford to keep the bakery open was hard. He now worked full time as the only baker with only a part time worker to help on the register. "Hey, boss?" The small teen came into the kitchen. "Yes leon?" He asked looking up at the Asian boy. "Theres like, a woman asking about the job for the accountant." Francis froze and nodded. "Let them in," he said setting the bowl down and quickly removing his apron.
He froze when he saw the red haired woman walk in. Her piercing green eyes battled Antonio's and her long hair was tied into a sophisticated yet stylish ponytail. Her navy blue pencil skirt showed off a nice figure and her striped shirt elegantly fit loosely on her toso. "Hello. Are you Mr. Bonnefoy?" She asked. "Yes. Francis, please." He said reaching to grab her hand. "I'm Amanda Kirkland. I'm here about the job," she said with a smile.
Francis felt smitten almost immediately. "Yes, of course. Would you like to talk this over dinner? Perhaps after I close up?" He asked with his best flirty face. She agreed and they exchanged numbers before she left and Francis was left smiling. "Yo, is she hired?" Leon asked peeking into the kitchen. "Or did you just get a date?" Francis chuckled as he tied his apron back on. "You already know me too well, Leon."
Antonio sighed as he stared at the clipboard in hand. "Rough day?" He looked up to see the blonde doctor smiling his way. "Oh. Hola, bella. Yeah today is just something else," he said looking down at his clipboard. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I wish I just ended up a teacher so I wouldn't have to see these kids so ill," she said. "You too, huh?" Antonio asked with a smile. "But it's all part of the job. That's why we are here to help," she said with a smile before walking away.
Antonio sighed and put the clipboard back into place before walking to the next door. He picked up a new clipboard and inspected the information as he walked in. "Buenos dias!" He said with a cheerful voice as he looked up to the duo. A small boy sat, red faced and clearly ill and clutching his mother's arm tightly.
He studied the woman with burgandy hair and honey colored eyes. She was absolutely beautiful and he felt the need to try to ask her out if she was single. "Are you the doctor?" She asked. "No. Im the nurse, my name is Antonio Carriedo. I'm just going to check up on your son okay?" She nodded and he knelt in front of the boy.
"Hola, can you tell me your name?" He asked the small boy. The boy stayed silent and only scowled as Antonio took out a thermometer. "Cat got your tongue? I sure hope not because then I won't be able to take your temperature," he said with a bright smile. The boy stayed scowling and only hugged his mother tighter. "Lovino, don't be rude," the mother said. "Haha. That's okay, he's just a little shy. Right buddy?" He asked. He pulled out the thermometer and held it out. "Okay, Lovino. Can you put this under your tongue?" He asked. The small boy hesitantly leaned foward and opened his mouth to allow the thermometer in. "Under your toungue, okay? Can you tell me the symptoms?" He asked the mother as he waited.
"Well he went to his father's house last week and he came home with a fever and he's been vomiting. Its been a few days now so I was kind of worried," she said. "So you and the father aren't living together?" Antonio asked. "No, we split up two years ago," she said. He nodded and removed the thermometer as it beeped. "102. Its no wonder you look like big red tomato," he teased the boy. The woman let out a small giggle as the boy scowled. "Do you like tomatoes, Lovino?" The five hear old shook his head and Antonio laughed. "Well how about Mama? Does she like tomatoes?" He looked at the woman with his best smile. "Yes, I love them."
"Well I have a large tomato garden, they taste delicious with some paella. Maybe you can come by sometime and we can have some together," he suggested. "I would like that," she said with a smile. "Great! Here's a prescription for a great time!" He said writing down his number on a paper and giving it to her. "Until then, Ms,.." "Vargas. Felicia Vargas," she said. Antonio nodded and pulled out a small red lolipop from his coat. "Here you go. Don't let Doctor Bella know I gave you one so you can get another, " he told the boy with a wink. He smiled as he left with clipboard in hand.
Gilbert sat bored at home, watching as Ludwig cleaned around the house. He decided it was too boring and texted his friends to see if they wanted to hang out. Ten minutes later and Francis was going on a date while Antonio was still at work. He groaned and looked at his brother.
"Hey, west. Want to go out for a beer? My treat," he said. "Nein. Im busy today," he said. "With what?" Gilbert asked. "I have a report due tomorrow, " he said. Gilbert ground and decided he would go to the bar alone. If he was lucky he would meet a cute girl who would take him home.
He went down to his favorite bar and ordered a drink before looking around at all the people drinking. It didnt take long before he found a cute blonde roughly his age and sitting alone. He went over and sat beside her. "Hallo," he said with his prized smirk. She looked up at him and he could tell that she already had a few drinks by her tipsy state. "Hey," she said with a smile.
"Are you here with someone?" He asked. "Yeah, I just came with a few friends from work," she said pointing to a group dancing. "Why are you here alone instead of dancing?" Gilbert asked her. "Oh, I just got off the phone," she said, Gilbert nodded and gestured to the dance floor. "Then would you like to dance? Or do I have to buy you a drink first?" He asked.
She smiled and waved over the bartender. "I could go for another drink," she said. Gilbert smiled and made conversation with the woman, flirting as much as he could without being too annoying. After nearly an hour of laughing and talking the last thing he could remember was the two of the hazily stumbling out of the bar and into a taxi.
A/N: The only real original OC is really Amanda. I ended up doing Lovino's mom as Fem. Italy and the other as Fem. France. Also I don't own Hetalia