A/N: Hey again guys! This started out as a simple prompt on Tumblr from one of my friends on there, but seeing as how my followers liked it, I decided to post it on here. This will probably become a couple chapter story, so stay tuned for the next one! I also apologize for being so inactive, I'm working on a HUGE UsUk RP that I'll post when I'm done. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Don't like FrUk? Don't read! ~The Powerpossessor
The Powerpossessor doesn't own Axis Powers Hetalia, that's Hima papa's job.
"Fuck!" Arthur exclaimed as he accidently dropped the hot drink he was carrying on himself. Today had been the worst of days. His boss was up his ass again about his "poor people skills", he had screwed up several drink orders already, and now he was dripping in hot coffee.
He went to fetch a mop and began to clean up the mess he had created. The atmosphere around him was almost ironic. The excited chatter of the patrons complemented the faint scent of baked goods.
The temperamental blond sighed and completed the task at hand, placing the cleaning supplies back in the closet adjacent to the restroom. He returned to the register shortly after, trying to muster at least a polite smile. The man who walked in next brought a refreshing breeze through the restaurant.
Arthur didn't even lift his head when he heard several women begin to marvel at the customer. When he saw the man in question approach the register, he sighed and sat up a bit straighter. "May I help you?" He asked in a dull and slightly annoyed tone. The man smirked, lifting Arthur's chin delicately with his thumb and forefinger. "Maybe you can…" He replied smoothly, causing the man before him to turn a bright shade of red.
"W-What are you doing?" The flustered brit asked, finally glancing up at the man's face. His silky blond locks just reached his shoulders, it perfectly framed his jawline, where just a faint hint of stubble grew. But what stood out was his eyes. Never before had Arthur seen eyes such a brilliant shade of violet.
The man just chuckled when he noticed the cashier before him staring intently at him. "Would it be too much to ask for a café au lait?" He asked, bringing Arthur back to reality. "A-Anything else?" He replied, still trying to regain his composure. "Your number would be nice…" The patron smiled.
"O-Of course not!" Arthur retorted, angry now. The man simply just shrugged and handed over his money. The fired up barista accepted and began to make his drink. Once he handed it over, the man left. Just as he was about to exit however, he turned back to Arthur. "I'm Francis, Francis bonnefoy." He called back, leaving silently.
Arthur tried to maintain the scowl on his face, but he felt a smile tug at his lips as he looked at the money Francis gave him. "That twat…" He whispered, noticing that the frenchman in question wrote his number on the dollar bill. He pocketed his tip and carried on with his day.
Sorry it's so short! The next one will be longer hopefully.
