Coffeehouse Drabbles

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in this universe, but in the Multiverse…nevermind.

Warnings: Drabbles (so very, very short! ….Most of the time), Shounen Ai/male x male pairings, bad language courtesy of Lovi, and some OOCness (I'll do my best to avoid that though).

This was inspired by a prank I've wanted to do since reading Hunger Games. I haven't been able to yet, but envisioned America pulling it without a second thought. I immediately wrote it down on a napkin and giggled like a maniac for several minutes (don't worry, I only scared off a few potential customers) and you get….this.

The following chapters will most likely jump around timelines from when the pair were colonies to modern day selves, in no particular order. Don't expect them to connect either, as these are just random ideas or situations I came up with and put Romerica in. In the event a chapter connects with another, I'll label it clearly in the chapters box and in each chapter themselves.

Enjoy~

The bell above the old fashioned glass door jingled as the two coffee patrons entered. The taller of the two waved to a familiar couple at a nearby table while the shorter brunette glanced around the small shop. It was his first time in Café Dolce, as he had finally allowed himself to be dragged there by his caffeine addicted boyfriend.

The décor was very vintage, with a dark hardwood floor, various rustic trinkets lining the shelves, and dim lighting coming from the small lights overhanging each table and the main counter. The windows were large and spotless, displaying the coffee shop's logo that hadn't looked like it had been changed in a few decades at least. Two large chalkboards were displayed on the walls, listing the main menu and special drinks of the day. Café Dolce itself wasn't very large, but was slowly filling up with people to get their coffee fix.

Romano frowned slightly. Normally, a excess of people in a small area (especially Americans) was enough to drive him insane, but he allowed the pleasant smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting though the air distract him and soothe his nerves.

Not that it was going to last long.

"Do you know what you want, Lovi?" asked the blonde beside him, bubbly as ever.

"Once we get a little closer and I can see the damned board, then sure." Growled the Italian, poking his head around a particularly bulgy businessman in front of him. His attempts to see the chalkboard were thwarted by the man who could have been the face of adult obesity in a poster campaign, as well as his own short stature.

"Do you want me to lift you up so you can see it better?" Alfred asked, concerned. He knew how good the coffee was here and didn't want his adorable Italian to miss out.

"W-What? No!" sputtered the Southern half of Italy, his cheeks tinged with pink. "I'll wait 'til we're closer, bastard."

"Aw, are you embarrassed, Lovi?" teased the American. He couldn't help but poke his boyfriend's rosy cheeks. He was too adorable!

"Any idiot would be embarrassed if you offered to pick them up like a child in a crowded coffee shop, dammit!" He swatted at Alfred's hand. "And stop calling me 'Lovi!' It's a dumb nickname!" he added as an afterthought.

"Well I think it's a cute nickname," beamed the blonde, chest puffed out in pride. "After all, I came up with it myself!"

"You and half the other idiotas I know…" grumbled the Italian, thinking of his clueless brother and former caretaker.

"Do you want a different nickname then?" Alfred asked, his sky blue eyes gleaming.

"S-Sure…" Lovino mumbled, a little worried about what other bizarre names Alfred might come up with. He ignored the warm feeling spreading in his chest. It definitely had nothing to do with the incredibly handsome man standing so close next to him, watching him with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Ok, but you have to come up with a good nickname for me too!" the North American Nation grinned, placing an arm around Lovi and a finger to his lips. "And it has to be a secret until we get our coffee."

"W-Why?" Romano blushed a little more, attributing it to the heat of the small building filling up with people.

"It's more fun that way!"

"Whatever you say, bastard…"

While the line in front of them slowly shortened, the two Nations were deep in thought (i.e. one was frowning/pouting and the other was grinning like an idiot) over coming up with suitable nicknames. As they passed a chalkboard, Lovino was finally able to see what drinks were available, but barely glanced at it. He was focused on figuring out the perfect nickname, dammit!

Alfred watched Lovino as his brows furrowed together and a slight pout was forming on his lips. He loved watching his adorable, yet strikingly handsome boyfriend's mind work. Lovino was so expressive! Alfred knew he couldn't read the atmosphere in a room to save his life, but he felt very accomplished at reading Romano's various moods though his blunt speech and cute facial expressions. Alfred couldn't help but chuckle as the Italian's lower lip protruded a slightly more, adding even more of a pout to his frown. It was all he could do not to glomp the man beside him.

"What are you laughing about, hamburger bastard?" Olive green eyes snapped towards the Nation standing next to him and giggling like a fool.

"I-I can't help it! You looked so, so serious and cute at the same time, Lovi!" Alfred rested his head on the brunette's shoulder.

"I'm not cute, dammit!" he snarled back, flustered again. "And stop calling me 'Lovi' bastardo! That's why we're coming up with these new damned nicknames, isn't it?"

"Aww~ Is that why you're so red?" grinned the blonde. "You must be putting way more thought into this than me!"

"N-Not really, jackass…but, do you…do you already have one?"

"Yep! Thought of it a few minutes ago!" the American flashed his million dollar smile. "It's really good too. Did you think of one yet?"

"O-Of course I did, bastard!" Romano huffed back. "I thought of it way before you did, obviously. I was just thinking about…some documents I have to finish when we go home. Work stuff."

"Oh, that's a relief, because you'll have to tell the barista my new nickname when we get to the front."

"W-What?! Why?!"

"So she'll write it on the cup and call it out when my drink's finished!"

"Y-You want her to say it out loud?" Romano asked in total disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it was flaming now.

"Is my new nickname not rated E for Everyone?" America winked with a slightly suggestive smile.

"Go to hell," was all Romano replied.

On the outside, Lovino carefully focused on keeping a stoic face (and willing his damned blush away), but on the inside he was a frantic mess of nerves. He had no idea what to call America. Nicknames weren't his thing! Cooking, picking out the best-looking suits, winning people over with a charming smile…those were his things! Definitely not deciding if 'Smoochykins' or 'Kissy Bear' were appropriate nicknames for his gun-toting, car-lifting, hamburger-inhaler of a boyfriend. The Italian grinned.

'Maybe I could use one of those ridiculous names to embarrass him for a change…then he'd never call me 'Lovi' again…'

The brunette chuckled evilly, mildly alarming his now-concerned boyfriend, until the large man in front of them moved forward to give his order. Then the panic set in again.

'Dammit! There's no way I'd be able to tell the barista to write down something so weird!' his eye twitched a little. 'Frog bastard-creepy maybe, but that's practically Russia-creepy!'

Lovino tried to resist the urge to bash his head into the brick wall repeatedly. He briefly debated texting Feliciano, but figured his twin brother would probably give him something really sappy or really stupid. 'Amore' or 'Tesoro' or the like. Bleh.

As the businessman in front finished his order, America glanced over at Romano, who looked like he was about to have an anxiety attack.

"Want me to go first?"

Romono nodded quickly.

"What do you want to drink?"

The brunette was so preoccupied with his mini heart attack, he honestly couldn't remember if he told him a cappuccino or a latte. Given the state he was in, he might've even ordered a damned ice cream cone or something.

America was saying something to the girl behind the counter while Romano debated if 'Alfredo' or 'hamburger-bastard' were acceptable names. He mused that anything related to food would probably just make the blonde hungry more than anything else.

And suddenly Romano felt the barista's eyes on him. Dammit! He hadn't been listening well enough to hear what Alfred had said. She smiled and asked what to write on the second cup. Romano managed to perk up, the Italian in him becoming attentive to the attractive young girl. (This would later be identified as the 'Grandpa Rome' gene)

"What was that, bella?" he asked with a grin.

"I was wondering what you'd like me to write on his drink cup," she repeated, a little embarrassed by the two handsome men in front of her.

Romano cast one more desperate look around the coffeehouse for an answer or a clue or something. Anything to get him out of the horrible situation he was stuck in. His eyes finally settled on a t-shirt of a little boy passing by.

"C-Captain America!" he blurt out and immediately regretted it.

The barista smiled and scribbled it down as America swooped down and captured Romano in the hug to end all hugs.

"That is the coolest nickname ever!" he exclaimed. "Ha, ha, ha! I really am the Hero~!"

"Sh-Shut up and h-help me find a table…" The very embarrassed Italian shoved his way out of America's loving embrace. Not that he noticed how warm or happy it made him feel to have Alfred's arms wrapped around him so tightly. Or the tingly, excited feeling that came with it. Nope. Not at all.

"Seriously! It's perfect, Lovi!" the tall blonde took his hand and led him to a smaller table to wait. "Say it again for me!"

"I should have gone with 'Kissy Bear,'" came the sour reply.

"Aww…but Lovino~" America gave him the puppy eyes. "They were supposed to be our special nicknames. We were supposed to use them wherever we went and—"

"Cram it, hamburger-bastard."

"Please?"

"I said—" Lovi made the mistake of looking directly into the path of the puppy eyes. "…Dammit. Alright, fine…captainamerica ."

"What was that?" asked America, hand to his ear. "I couldn't quite hear that last part."

"I said –"

"Captain America!" called the barista.

"Ooh! That's my drink!" America happily jumped over to grab his coffee and sat down beside Romano once more.

The brunette felt his heart quicken (again, it had nothing to do with the tanned and toned arm draped around him). He realized that the next name called would be the nickname America came up with for him. The way he reacted before must have meant that he actually put some effort into it too. Romano was more than a little curious at what the blonde had chosen. After what felt like hours to the Italian, the barista returned to the counter with another drink.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

Romano stared at her blankly. After hearing the laughter escape from America who was cuddli-sitting next to him, he turned towards his boyfriend. Had he really chosen a fucking girl's name as his new nickname?!

"Primrose Everdeen?!" the barista called out again.

Romano begrudgingly pushed his hands off the table to stand up, but was stopped by America. The blonde practically leapt over the table with a heroic expression etched onto his face.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

Everyone stared at the strange American in varying states of baffled beyond belief, as he valiantly strode over to the counter, grabbed his drink, and led his boyfriend out of the shop.

"Here's your drink, 'Mano."

"CHIGIIIIII!" was all the little tomato said.

A/N: Well, that's all for the first chapter! Poor Romano, I guess the odds weren't in his favor. Heh. Still deciding on what to pick out for the second chapter. Let me know how you liked it and I'll see you in chapter 2 :)

Here's the words I used:

Italian

Dolce – Sweet

Bastardo – Bastard

Amore – Love

Tesoro – Darling or Treasure

Bella – Beautiful

Chigi – Romano's verbal tic that he often says when frustrated or embarrassed