Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.
Warning: This is a BL (BoysLove) fic. If you are not interested or strongly against it, I insist that you should look for something else to read. Thank You.
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Among all the work places he could find, Kiku felt it best to work at the café. Since it is his summer holiday, he could work for full-time. Among all the places to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life, Arthur found it best to enter a newly made café that meant dealing with his irritating acquaintances. They would just stare at him as if he was an idiot—he's not! Arthur is a respectable businessman and an office worker for his government. He should be the ones staring at them like the deserving gits they truly are.
Kiku was making Arthur's drink. Françis was out doing Lord knows what. Antonio was sleeping on the job. Feliciano was cooking in the kitchen, taking generous amounts of samples from customers' orders "to check the taste of it".
They would just stare at him as if he was an idiot—he's not! Arthur is an outstanding university student of engineering and is on an athlete's scholarship. He should be the ones staring at them like the deserving gits they truly are. Arthur sees the foreign waiter slip something into his drink. It must be poison; he isn't an international spy for nothing. You're getting delusional again. Stop lying to yourself.
Kiku walks to the customer who suddenly looks as if he is worried about something. The expression is slight, but it is there. He slowly places the cup of tea on the table and tells the man the flavour of the tea he used. Arthur is looking at the waiter as if he was really going to poison him. Preposterous! Thy fiend shant steal thy majesty's crown, for it is the most cunning knight that is being dealt with! For fuck's sake, time's up!
The customer suddenly drinks the tea with ease, a growing sense of confidence glows around him. Kiku feels that the customer is returning to his aristocratic state. He pauses and realises that something is different about the man. "Thanks—" Brash green eyes stares at his name tag, "—Kiku…?" There is no sense of formality and snobbish movements from the man. It is almost as if he is a different person somehow. "Mind having a drink with me?" The customer must be a different man; Kiku could clearly understand the man with his thick accent now. "…pardon me?"
"There's no need for that bullshit. When does your shift end?"
"…eight o'clo—"
"Meet me at the bar at ten. Just ask the frog where it is, I'm not good at directions."
Almost at an instant, the customer's eyes dim a little and the air of an aristocrat comes back. He mutters a 'thank you for the tea' with an incoherent accent and nearly slams money on the table. The man leaves immediately as if about to be chased by someone, greatly confusing Kiku.
Kiku picks up the money on the table. It was the exact amount.
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There she is: a pretty girl with short blonde hair and dazzling eyes. Her perfect body shape horribly matches with the clothes she is wearing, like always. She wore an overused shirt with baggy shorts and worn out shoes—terrible! "My silly angel, what are you wearing again?" Françis whispers to himself, looking at her in the flower shop they were both in. The girl heads for the counter and Françis hides behind a forest of irises. She pays for a handful of seeds and heads out of the shop. The girl will be back in another week, just like always. Funny how Françis doesn't seem to jump on her like the other ones he had his eyes on. Is this a new tactic? We might think so.
"And explain to me why you are not the same git I know." Arthur teases Françis and goes out from the forest of roses. "I give this an hour," he further mocks. Françis gets out of the forest of irises. "Am I talking to the imbécile now?" He picks a flower from his side of the forest. "Ah oui. What am I thinking? You were always an imbécile." Both men started bickering until the shop keeper told them to leave, taking the flower Françis was really intending to buy. Walking far enough from the shop, Arthur took out a rose from his inner coat pocket and played with the stem between his fingertips. Françis, of course, got irritated.
"You have a new employee…?" Arthur started the conversation again. "You don't usually remember your mornings that well, but I guess it's understandable; you were born a moron," Françis ended the conversation again.
"I asked him to join the lot tonight. Take him with you—never mind. Just tell him where to go, I'm sure he'll get there without a problem," Arthur started the conversation again. "Aren't we going to the bar tonight? He'll need an invitation." Françis asked. Arthur felt that silence would speak for itself, so Françis ended the conversation again.
"You're starting to change," Françis is now the one that started the conversation. "So are you," Arthur is now the one that ended the conversation. For better or worse, we shall see.
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Kiku shall not be the last to leave the café. Feliciano is usually the one who leaves the café last. He is waiting for the owner of the café. For some reason, he has the keys. If memory served him right, it was a man with an untouchable air about him; Kiku has never seen his face. The owner does not usually speak English but German and French.
Three men walked towards the direction of the café. Kiku intended to tell them that the shop was closed, but he recognised Françis among them. One companion was a man with very noticeable white hair. Another had glasses and a set of keys in his hand; it is the owner of the café. "Roderich!" Feliciano calls, happy as he usually is.
Françis calls for Kiku to tag along with him as he started walking to another direction with the white haired man. He catches up with them. It was the first time Kiku saw Françis since he left, so he asks Françis who the customer referred to as 'the frog'. Nobody else in the café gave him answers. The white haired man, who introduced himself as 'The Awesome Ruler of All and Everything that goes Along with It: Gilbert', was laughing loud and without a care about disturbing the quiet night; he started to mock Françis endlessly. Françis kept talking and muttering French that only Gilbert completely understood, making him laugh even harder. They have such lively relationships with one another, Kiku concludes. That must be nice.
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Just a forewarning: from what this chapter shows, this fic won't be completely AsaKiku. Its majority is AsaKiku, but I just want them to have more interaction with other characters. I also want to have a feel of writing other couples for the fun of it. Best of luck to me. Ha ha ha.
