Green Café

Chapter 1

"Please mon cher, don't leave me," a particular Frenchman shouted to a certain Brit.

"Get away from me you bloody frog," the Brit yelled.

"No, be with me forever. Stay with me please Arthur," Francis yelled not caring if the people in the café were now staring.

"Never," Arthur yelled raising his hand to slap the Frenchman in the face. When someone grabbed it before it ever made contact with that frog's face. Looking at the interrupter he was surprised to see a set of sky blue eyes. He kept on staring, overwhelmed with anger and slight confusion, that he didn't realise the frog had managed to get away.

"Ya know, Ya shouldn't hit people," he said.

He cringed slightly at hearing this statement and of course the horrible grammar.

"Hey, no need to get all pouty now. Come on, sit with me." He said. Arthur looked down to serve the man. He was wearing a well-fitting shirt and dark baggy jeans. Looking up to the man's face he saw wheat golden hair and silver glasses that framed his rather handsome face.

"Like what you see," the man said in an American accent with a rather large smile.

"N-no, I … Uh… I have to finish working," Arthur said still confused. The American's smile evaporated instantly upon hearing this.

"Oh, ok, well I'll see ya around, right?" he said.

"Um, no," he stuttered but it went completely unnoticed. His smile came back with full force. It was at this point that Arthur's life would change forever.

Alfred frowned once he thought things over. Sipping his coffee he looked over at the waiter. He was actually pretty adorable, especially when he got flustered, but that wasn't the problem. He was the waiter's boss and he didn't even know it. Alfred F. Jones was the head boss of the Green Café and there was a strict no dating co-workers policy. It's not like he wanted the job, no, not at all. He had inherited it from his father, and he couldn't give it to his younger brother either. Mattie was in Canada, Vancouver to be specific, but Alfred didn't want to go all the way to him. His father had worked years at the café and wanted, okay more like forced it, on his firstborn son. Alfred didn't mind having the job now that he found that waiter. Arthur, he thought, was his name or at least that's what it said on his name tag. Alfred wouldn't mind going on a few dates with him and possibly hooking up. But after what he saw he wasn't so sure of the man's temper. Whatever the other guy did it must have gotten Arthur pretty mad. Hopefully Arthur could calm down before… before… There was no way that he could ask out Arthur. His father would be angry like hell.

"Damn," he whispered looking over to see Arthur speaking with another waiter. He was looking sad. He needed a HERO!

"So Arthur-san, what did Francis-san do this time to upset you," Kiku said who had observed the spectacle.

Arthur sighed, "Nothing, it was just some family business again. He just got me angry again."

Kiku looked over Arthur's shoulder and hummed, "Arthur-san, I think someone is coming to talk to you."

Turning Arthur saw the American walking towards him. The movie star smile plastered back upon his face. Embarrassment flooded his cheeks to a scarlet red.

"Hello, um… do you want something?"

"That depends, will you go with me."

"What?!"

"How about the McDonald's on Bank Street at 3 o'clock."

"I um… what?!"

"Great, See ya at 3." He said as he walked out the door. Shock filled Arthur's face. He had a date.

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