Hey guys, IcedFireFrenzy here with my first Hetalia fic! I admit, I don't especially know where this will go, but I've had this idea stuck in my head for a little bit and I needed to write it down before I forget it.
Since I am somewhat new to the Hetalia fandom, there will be some OOC-ness, and I apologize in advance for that.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
"You know, I can't believe we're gonna open our own café!" America shouts to England France, and Canada. The four are sitting around a table at America's house, currently missing a G8 meeting. "This is gonna be so rad, bros!"
"I am not your bro," England states bitterly. "Also, would stop being so loud? People on Mars could hear you."
"Youre hurting our ears," Canada mumbles, tightening his hold on Kumajiro.
"Who are you?" England and said bear ask simultaneously.
"He's Canada, mes amis*," France answers.
"Vous pouvez me voir*?" asks Canada.
"Oui. Alzhough you do look like Amérique*, your face is a bit rounder and your hair is slightly longer."
"Now that you mention it, I can see some differences," England muses aloud, his thumb and index finger rubbing his chin.
"Guys, we need to focus on our café," America says, putting the conversation back on track. "There are so many questions that need to be answered, such as where the café will be, what we'll serve, what music will play in the background, and stuff like that."
"Wow, someone's being serious," England tuts.
"Obviously, it's not you," France shoots.
"A gentleman is always serious!"
"Whatever you say, Brit."
"Seriously people, or countries, I don't know, we need to focus up! If we're going to do this, we need to work together!" America shouts angrily. "Look, I really like the idea of us doing a project like this. Not only could it make us some money, but we could bring all the countries together!"
"But will our bosses approve of it?" Canada asks skeptically.
"To hell with our bosses here!" The countries' eyebrows shoot up from the blonde's sudden outburst. "Just imagine a place where all rivalries can be temporarily forgotten over a cup of coffee or a pastry."
"Does that include your... issues with Russia?" France inquires.
"Yeah, I suppose," America replies reluctantly after a short pause. "But seriously, how'd you guys like to forget all of your troubles for a short amount of time, and actually feel like a human, rather than a country carrying the burdens of your people?" No one responded for a short while, all of them in deep thought.
"Wow," England exhales, "for once, America actually said something thoughtful."
"Oui*," France says disbelievingly.
"It's possible guys," America dismisses casually. "So, are you guys with me for real?"
"Yes," the other blonds say at the same time.
"Now that we've got that settled, let's move on to the more pressing matters of our café! Do you guys have any ideas for a name yet?"
"You didn't think of one?" the Brit asks incredulously.
"Not really."
"Mon dieu*," Canada facepalms, careful not to drop Kumajiro.
"Indeed," France seconds.
"What kind of name would you like?" England asks the American.
"I don't know, anything really," America thinks aloud. "Something family friendly but unique all at once."
"Hmm, what about 'FACE,' with all capital letters?" France suggests.
"Why 'FACE' exactly?" England inquires.
"Well, it's unique, appropriate, and with the capital letters, it could represent us as well."
"How would it represent us?" America gently demands.
" 'FACE' would be an acronym that would stand for our names."
"Hey, that's a good idea!" Canada exclaims.
"Who are you?" asks Kumajiro.
"I'm Canadia," Canada sighs sadly.
"So, do we all agree on 'FACE Café'?" America asks, ignoring Canada.
"I agree with you for a change," England admits.
"As do I," says France.
"Well, there's one thing out of the way!" America exclaims happily, his trademark smile growing. However, his smile fades when he begins to remember something. "Hey guys, did we have a meeting today?"
"We did, but you said that we had to meet immediately come to your house to discuss what would be our café," England answers.
"Oh yeah," Canada mutters distantly. At that exact moment, France's phone goes off, Italy's version of 'Mawaru Chikyuu Rondo' playing as his ringtone.
"Allô? Ah, bonjour Italie, comment ça va?*" France greets. "Wait, wait, let me put you on speaker." The Frenchman removes the phone from his ear, presses the speaker button, and puts the phone on America's table. "Hello again!"
"Ve~? Oh hi-ya, France! Where were you, England, America, and the other guy? Germany was really upset about you missing the meeting about global warming. Seriously, I can see him seething while he's driving," Italy rambles. "Do you want me to put him on-a speaker?"
"Sure?" America answers hesitantly, a frown masking his face.
"Germany, is it okay if I put you on-a speaker?" The countries could hear the German growl dangerously through France's phone. "Okay, I'm about to put on speaker! Just give me one moment!" The Italian hums for a short amount of time before he puts on the speaker. "Ve~, there we go! Germany, we're on!"
"Gut,*" Germany growls. "Now, vould you dummkopfs like to tell me vhy you decided to skip zhe meeting?"
"Well, I sort of had this idea to share with these guys that wasn't really about global warming," America begins, "and I may or may not've forgotten that we had a meeting."
"HOW IN ZHE HELL DO YOU FORGET ABOUT AN URGENT MEETNG?!" He was responded by a pregnant silence. "VELL?"
"No one really remembers me, so it didn't really make much of a difference," Canada mumbles.
"Who vas zhat?"
"Canada."
"Oh, okay zhen. But next veek, ve vill be having a vorld meeting, and since you guys found it better to blow off a meeting to talk about some project, you can mention it to everyone zhere! Understand?"
"Yes," the four countries groan.
"Is that all-a, Germany?" Italy asks innocently, only to hear a grunt. "Yup, that's all from-a Germany. Hasta la pasta!"
"Bye-bye!" America shouts, his shoulders slumping after Italy hangs up. "Welp, there goes our secret project."
"Wait, I thought that you wanted it to be shared amongst the others," England counters.
"I did, after everything was settled!"
"Look, we have until next week to settle this, so let's get to work!"
"Yeah! And as the hero, we'll get through this easily!"
"Yeah!" France shouts excitedly, fist pumping the air. However, his face quickly shows his confusion over America's hero comment. "Wait, how will you being a hero make this go by easily?"
"'Cause being a hero does that, you know?" America replies, shrugging. France facepalms in response.
"Look, arguing isn't going to get us anywhere, so let's talk aboot the location of the place, eh?" Canada reasons, bringing a new topic to the table.
"I agree with Canadia here," says America, who earns a half-hearted glare from his brother.
"So, where will it be, exactly?" asks England.
"I don't know," Canada admits. "I'll be right back; I'm gonna get a globe to spin, and when I put my finger on the globe, whichever country is under my finger will be our country's location."
"What about the city?"
"It could be either the capital or a small city."
"Oui, zhat could work," France muses.
"Great, now I'll be back in a jiffy!" Canada leaves for a minute before returning with a relatively new globe. "America, you want to do the honors of spinning the globe?"
"Will I?" America accepts happily, walking up to Canada and the globe. He puts his index finger on the globe, spinning it lightly in one direction before fully spinning the other way. Watching it spin for a few seconds, his finger steadily reaches for the globe until he touches and stops it.
"So, where will our café be?" England inquires.
"It will be here..."
Ah, the classic cliff hanger! Don't worry though; the next chapter will reveal the country chosen by America!
Translations (those not in French will be noted):
Mes amis= my friends
Vous pouvez me voir?= You can see me?
Oui= Yes
Amérique= America
Mon dieu= My God
Allô? Ah, bonjour Italie, comment ça va?= Hello? Ah, hello Italy, how are you?
Gut= Good (German)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!