I do not own Hetalia nor it's characters, I only own the capitals and the basics of the story.

It was a normal day in the Capital Café. The chefs were busy making food, and the waiters and waitresses were serving food and taking orders. There was a piano playing and a girl singing. Everyone in the café knew each other and it was uncommon to see new faces come through the large glass doors. The café was a nice size, not huge but not tiny either. The interior was decorated nicely, the walls a light mint green with a few white stripes, and the floor was a pearly white tile. The tables were made of a light wood, and the chairs were white with light green accents. The front counters were light wood, with glass cases. The windows are large with white trim, and the logo of the café stamped on the middle.

The breakfast rush was over and the café was almost empty, except for the few customers who were finishing up. Charlotte-Rose, the owner of the Capital Café, was cleaning off the stove. Even though Charlotte owned the place, all the workers helped keep it in order and paid for. Charlotte did most of the main cooking and baking, while the other chefs helped her out. She starts her day off really early, waking up at about five in the morning. She eats a quick breakfast and drives down to the café to start making bread. the other workers come in at different and later times. Charlotte has long blond hair that she keeps in a braid. Her forest green eyes always had a shine, and always had a place beneath her slightly bushy eyebrows. Under her eyes are freckles that completes her nice girl look.
Taking her break Charlotte sat at one of the tables at the front and listened to the music that her friends were preforming. Sighing, Charlotte let her eyes close and rested her chin on her hand. Hearing a huff of air beside her, Charlotte peeked one of her eyes open.

"Charlotte, why is it so slow today?"

Charlotte was looking at her best friend Pierre, a blond male who had very feminine features and long blond hair with blue eyes. Moving her head, Charlotte looked at Pierre.

"Maybe, people don't want pastries and what not at this time of day."

Pierre stared at Charlotte, then smiled and nodded his head. Sometimes people couldn't understand his French accent, but Charlotte could. Her English accent was very prominent in her voice and some people couldn't understand her, but she had known Pierre for a long time before working with him. Charlotte could understand and speak many languages, and she could understand the different accents.

Pierre and Charlotte fell into a comfortable silence, the only noise being the piano playing softly from the other side of the room. The singer noticed them and went over to their table. She sat on the other side of Charlotte, and watched the pianist. The newcomer had long, dark brown hair, and plum-violet eyes. She wore glasses, and had a fancy air around her.

"Hello Vivian, how are you?"

Charlotte turned her head to her friend and gave a tired smile.

"I'm good, now how are you?"

Vivian was good with her words and everyone could tell her their problems, even if she seemed like a bit snobby and self centered. Vivian was extremely nice and could make anyone feel like they belonged. She had always worded her sentences in special ways that made people tell her what's wrong.

"I'm just very tired. I'm just not getting enough sleep, but I don't know why."

"Well maybe you have an uncomfortable bed, or your imagination has been running wild?"

Pierre shrugged at the end of his sentence, and charlotte sighed. Vivian smiled slightly and patted the female's blond head. The three of them fell back into comfortable silence, Charlotte falling asleep. Vivian was braiding her long hair, while staring off into space. The music was soft and no one needed anything at the moment, so there was no orders being shouted.

"Hey Vivian? Is Charlotte available?"

The brunette looked up at the other female, who appeared at their table. The young woman had blond hair that reached her shoulders, and a pair of light violet eyes.

"At the moment, no. She will be available in a couple of minutes, so if it is anything important, then you should ask Pierre."

The said male was staring off into space, a thoughtful look on his face. the girl nodded and turned to tap on his shoulder. as the girl talked to him, Vivian woke up the sleeping blond.

"Charlotte, it's time to get to work. You need to get back to the kitchen."

The green-eyed blond looked up drowsily and nodded. Charlotte rubbed her eyes and stretched, getting the sleep out of her system. She stood up and looked around the mostly empty café, crinkling her nose. There was a odd smell in the air, but Charlotte couldn't put a name to the smell. She started to walk towards the kitchen, Pierre following her.

"Charlotte, Marylynn wanted some help with a recipe, and wanted you to see her as soon as possible. She also mentioned something about watching the other cooks, since they are still learning things around here."

Charlotte nodded, distracted by the smell that was going around the café. She identified the smell now, and rushed into the kitchen, Vivian following her. On one of the many stoves was a small fire, Charlotte cursed under her breath and started to put out the fire, hitting the emergency shut off button. The fire was too large to put a lid on the pan, so Charlotte threw almost all of the Baking Soda onto the fire. The fire started to die and Charlotte made sure it was completely out before turning to the cooks who all had to stop what they were doing. She lifted her chin, giving all the cooks a harsh look.

"There was one rule that was to be followed. One rule. I'm letting you all off with a warning. You all have to clean up and after that you can all go home. I will let Bree know that she needs to order a new stove in a few minutes."

The chefs all nodded and got to work, cleaning up and finishing up any dishes that were almost done. Charlotte sighed and walked out to the main seating area. She called all the waiters and waitresses and told them what had happened. They were to tell any people who came in that they weren't serving any homemade dishes and only had baked goods or drinks. All the workers were informed of this development. Vivian nodded and said that she would put up a sign outside of the café, and ask Bree if she could buy a new stove. Vivian walked up to the front counter, leaning forward and looked for the grumpy blond known as Bree.

"Bree are you here?"

The violet-eyed girl saw her green-eyed friend pop her head out from behind a door in the back of the area. The short blond moved forward, standing in front of Vivian. She rested her hands on the counter, leaning forward slightly.

"Aren't you supposed to be singing, Vivian?"

"Well yes, but other important matters have come up. Like the fact we need a new stove in the back kitchen. Charlotte asked me to let you know so that you can do your thing with getting the cheapest one there is."

Bree sighed, and began grumbling in a mixture of French, German, and Italian.

"Was it the one that was acting up for months?"

Vivian nodded her head in response, moving around and slipping behind the counter. She bent down looking for the Chalkboard sign that they kept under the cash register. When she found it, she grabbed the multi-coloured chalk and sat down on the stool that was behind the counter. She moved the stool so she wasn't in the way of Bree and the cash register. As Vivian wrote on the board, a few costumers came and paid. Vivian set up the finished sign in front of the café. As she went back into the café, she caught a glimpse of a few people across the street watching the café. Vivian shook her head and went back to the small stage.

"Hey Olivia. What are you doing?"

Olivia, the pianist, was shuffling through her music. Her sapphire blue eyes searching for something with in the music. She looked up at Vivian, a bit of worry lacing her expression.

"It seems that I have grabbed the wrong music sheets. These are Isla's music sheets for her class, for guitar. I've played everything I already know, and I have no clue on what to do next."

The beige-blond girl's voice was wobbly, like she was about to cry. Vivian looked the other girl over, a slight disapproving look on her face.

"Don't you have other instruments you can play?"

Olivia shook her head, busying herself with putting away the music sheets in a zippered case. Vivian sighed and tried to think of something.

"Have you ever tried to make up your own music?"

"No, not really. Do you think it can turn out well?"

"We won't know until we try."

So, that's how it went. The two women had a fun time, and so did the customers. Marylyn smiled as she turned back to the pastries that she was making. Charlotte said that no actual dishes would be sold for the rest of the day, and that only the bakers would stay. Marylyn didn't mind, seeing as how she had nothing better to do anyway. The clock on the wall read 11:23. Marylyn sighed, hoping that the sign out front would help with any problems concerning the lunch hour rush. Light Violet coloured eyes looked over the front room, Marylyn's station was positioned so that she could take bakery orders and also so she could do some baking. Most people didn't come by her area very often anymore, and Marylyn liked the quietness, but she also missed the times when she had a purposeful job. Normally Marylyn's cousin, Della, would be with her, but Della was in Hollywood, writing a movie script for some horror movie. Marylyn put the turnovers she was making into the oven, and watched the customers enter and leave the café, a few people upset that there wasn't any lunch items being made.

'Maybe I should start doing cakes again, or even cupcakes. I'll bring it up with Charlotte later, when she isn't busy or stressed out.' Marylyn let her thoughts wander, the ringing of the timer helping her stay in the real world. She busied herself with finishing the pastries, and setting them up nicely in a display.

"Marylyn, are you busy?"

Marylyn looked up from shifting the display around, a small smile on her face.

"No, I'm not busy. Did you need something?"

Charlotte went around the counter sitting on one of the bar stools that were behind the display case. The counter was actually connected with the 'front' counter, where Bree and the cash register are. Charlotte sighed, and Marylyn held out the plate of freshly made turnovers. Charlotte took one, not even bothering to ask if there was enough for the quota, because there most likely was since Marylyn liked to make one extra of everything for Charlotte.

"I was told that you had a question about a recipe?"

Marylyn smiled her warm, loveable smile. The lighting in the area made Marylyn look like a goddess or an angel. Charlotte had a small smile on her face after that thought, knowing that it was only partially true.

"Oh, yes. I wanted to know if I could rewrite and try these old recipes that I found earlier."

Marylyn pulled out a polished wooden box about the same size as a jewellery box. Charlotte tilted her head, the box didn't look familiar, and she wanted to look inside. Marylyn set the box down in front of Charlotte and went about cleaning the counter and sweeping the floor. Charlotte on the other hand had opened the box, pulling out the yellowing papers and looking over them, most of them in English and some of them in a few different languages. It was as if the owner of the building before Charlotte had purposefully left the recipes for the next person.

"I don't have any problem with it, but you may need a translator for most of these. Where did you find them anyway?"

"There was a little compartment in the muffin tin cupboard. I'm not sure if there is anything else in there but I moved all the muffin tins to the cupboard beside it."

Marylyn moved so that she was kneeling in front of the cupboard and pressed on the inner paneling at the back of the cupboard, the panels coming out. Charlotte kneeled beside her, inspecting the cupboard.

"Alright, we can look at it after we close, okay?"

Marylyn nodded and Charlotte stood up, leaving the station with a goodbye and a wave of her hand. Marylyn stood from her spot and slumped onto one of the stools, hoping that someone would come in and order something from her that day.

Everyone had the same thought running through their heads, it's just another one of those days, isn't it?

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