A/N: *Faints* Oh dear lord, thank you guys so much. I may or may not have squealed when I saw some of my Hetalia readers here xD

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I had shown up at the café early the next day just like Viktor had asked me to. It was six in the morning, so the sun hadn't even risen yet. I was currently standing outside, shivering in my track suit. I never came to work in clothes that weren't comfy. Why bother if you were just going to be given a uniform anyways, am I right?

I blinked harshly, trying to smooth out the bubbles in my contact lenses. Gosh, I wasn't used to these things, and if anything, they just made my eyes dryer than ever. To test my vision, I attempted to read the name of the shop across the street.

The sign consisted of a giant lavender donut with green sprinkles that spelled out…just give me a second here. *Squints eyes rather harshly to the point where they're almost blind* Ah, much better. From what I could see, the sign read: 'Icing King's Donuts.' A sign plastered on the window underneath had a slogan that said: 'J-J style or go home' on it. How odd. Oh well, I suppose that it would be helpful to know who my competition would be if I was to work at this café.

"Oi! Piggie!" A familiar angry voice screeched behind me.

I gulped nervously and turned around to face a glaring Yuri. He had his hair tied up into a pony tail with a French braid woven on the left-hand side of his head. He was also wearing a track suit, that of which was much nicer than mine. Underneath, his outfit consisted of black pants and a hoodie, and on top, he was wearing a zip-up baseball-styled jacket with white outlined block letters that spelled Russia across his chest.

"Hey…Yuri," I said, forcing a plastic 'keep your cool and maybe he won't gut you like a fish' smile onto my face. "Did Viktor call you in this early too?"

"No, I'm just here on my own free will. I like watching the sunset because I'm a kumbaya 'make peace' hipster."

Good morning to you too…

"Haha, that's sarcasm, right?" I said, raising a hand to rub the back of my neck.

"No shit, pork chops!" Yuri snapped, crossing his arms. "Viktor promised to give me a skating lesson before the café opened for the day."

"Oh," I faltered. "If I may ask, when does the café open?"

Yuri shrugged. "Ten."

"THEN WHY THE HECK AM I HERE SO EARLY?!" I spluttered.

Yuri shrugged, picking at his nails. "If I had to guess, the airhead probably wants to whip you into shape."

I didn't have much time to process that information.

The café door opened with a jolly chime, and on cue, Viktor poked his beaming face out into the cool morning air. "Good morning!" he trilled, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "Oh, Yuri, what are you doing here? You don't start until eleven."

Thankfully, Viktor was looking directly at Yuri, so we didn't have to guess as to whom he was referring to.

"You promised me a skating lesson, you jackass! Unless you forgot about it… AGAIN!" Yuri fumed, his nose scrunching up with frustration. The way that his chest puffed up reminded me of a blow fish. So small, and yet so angry…

Viktor laughed, stepping out of the café and shutting the door behind him. He was wearing a white and red runner jacket with a matching pair of track pants. Across his chest, two bold red letters spelled out "RU", presumably short for Russia.

"My, my," Viktor mused. "You must not be that relevant to me, after all. I always seem to forget about you don't I, little kitten?"

Viktor reached over to fondly pat Yuri's head, messing up his braid in the process.

"Don't touch me!" Yuri roared. "And stop treating me like I'm your pet, damn it! I'm a grown boy! It's about time that you treated me like one!"

Viktor pouted, opting to pinch Yuri's cheeks instead. "The kiddie fat on your cheeks tells me otherwise~!"

If Yuri was a cat, the shackles on his back would be standing up. "Are you going to give me a lesson or not?!"

Viktor let go of Yuri's cheeks, turning his head to spot me standing with an awkward look on my face. "How convenient!" he exclaimed. "You're already in a track suit!"

I nodded my head. "Yes…well…I-"

"HELLO?!" Yuri waved a hand in front of Viktor's face, struggling to meet the much taller height of the latter. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

Viktor placed a hand on Yuri's forehead, preventing the writhing teenager from attacking him. "I liked you better when you were younger. You were much quieter back then. What ever happened to the little boy who would dress up as a cat and perform adorable skits for me?"

Yuri's face reddened indefinitely, too embarrassed to say anything.

Satisfied with this reaction, Viktor diverted his attention back to me. "I called you in this early because I prefer for my workers to be in top shape. We will go for morning runs until you become a healthy weight again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Is this every morning, or just the days that I'm scheduled to work?" I asked, feeling my face redden with a new wave of self-consciousness.

"Every morning," Viktor answered without hesitation, his expression becoming serious despite the fact that he was still holding back a panting Yuri. "I know your address now because of your resume. On the days that you're not working, I will wait outside your apartment building. I expect you to be ready at six AM sharp every day."

"Okay…" I furrowed my brows. This guy was turning out to be extraordinarily creepy. "I suppose that's reasonable," I lied.

Viktor grinned from ear to ear. "Great! I'm glad that you understand. It's a shame that I won't get to see your cute chubby chipmunk face anymore, but health should always come first!"

I deadpanned. He was acting as if I was these obese monstrosity, when all in all, I was maybe ten pounds overweight. No matter, I had been wanting to get back into a shape for a while now. It wasn't Viktor's insistence that was motivating me to go on this morning run. It was of my own free will.

Viktor let go of Yuri's forehead, dancing out of the way as the fuming teenager surged forward to tackle him, only to grasp at mere air.

"Will you be joining us, kitten?" Viktor asked, jogging on the spot.

Yuri kicked open the café's front door and threw his gym bag onto the floor. "I'll come, but only because I have nothing better to do!" he snapped, locking the door from the inside before shutting it again.

Viktor smirked, gesturing us forward with his arm. "Well, let's get a move on then! I don't have all morning!"

…

Twenty minutes later and I had already dropped my lungs two blocks back. I lagged far behind Yuri and Viktor, who had a suspiciously high amount of energy this early in the morning. I still forced myself to push forward, refusing to let Yuri's teasing provoke me into lashing out.

Said fairy-like Russian was currently jogging backwards, smirking devilishly as I struggled to keep up with him.

"Little pig, little pig, it's time to give up," Yuri leered, before raising his voice into a higher pitch just to mock me. "Not on the hair of his triple chinny chin chin~!"

I glared at Yuri, urging myself to quicken my jogging pace.

"Then he'll huff, and he'll puff, and he'll blow the entire block down because he's just that big!"

As if those remarks weren't mean enough, Yuri pulled out a chocolate chip cookie from his jacket, waving it in front of my face. "Come on, you know you want it!"

"Tease me all you want," I panted. "I don't anger very easily."

"Ah, so you're a pacifist, Winnie the Poo type of figure," Yuri hummed, taking a large bite out of the cookie for himself. "Gotcha!"

"Yurrrrrrrrrrrri," Viktor sighed, stopping to stand behind Yuri without the latter's noticing.

Yuri jogged right into Viktor's arms.

Viktor rolled his eyes, effortlessly picking up Yuri by the scruff of his jacket. Yuri kicked and screamed, but in the end, there was nothing that he could do but pout and wait until Viktor decided to set him down onto the ground again.

"What did I say about being nicer to your coworkers?" Viktor lectured.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it already. You want me to be a team leader, blah blah blah," Yuri mewled, scowling all the while. I smirked at Yuri's hovering figure. Come to think of it, Viktor's kitten nickname for him was surprisingly accurate.

Viktor tsked under his breath, setting Yuri back onto the ground. "I think that's enough training for today. It's time to head back to the café."

Viktor spared me an approving glance. "I like your spirit. Keep up the hard work and you'll be just as skinny and fabulous as me in no time."

"Um…thanks?"

…

There was still a half hour remaining before the café opened for the morning. During this time, Viktor was showing me the ropes of the job. Yuri twirled around the café in his roller skates, mopping the floor. Although, I could still feel the burn of his glare every now and then.

The job seemed simple enough. The coffee machine wasn't too complicated, and the menu wasn't crazy long either. What I in particular found to be interesting was that a vodka shot had been listed as a devilish touch on the menu. Viktor was ecstatic when I had laughed at his 'creative genius'. His words, not mine.

As of now, I was helping Viktor wipe down the front counter. I tried my best to avoid looking at him, because more than often enough, I blushed uncontrollably whenever we established eye contact. His eyes were just that piercing.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" A deep, unfamiliar voice purred behind me.

I turned around to look at the source of this new voice, spotting a tall man step out of the kitchen. He had deep hazel eyes, which were predominantly green. His hair was two-toned and styled in an undercut with the top half being blond, and the bottom, brown. He also had remarkably long lashes, carefully plucked eyebrows, and well-groomed stubble along his jawline. He was wearing an all black outfit that consisted of a t-shirt and a simple pair of denim jeans, tight denim jeans.

"Good morning, Chris," Viktor called over his shoulder. "This is our new server, Yuuri."

"Why hello there!" Chris mused, striding over to stand next to me at the front counter. "Where did you find this one, Viktor? He has a great butt."

"E-Excuse me?!" I spluttered.

"Oh, come now, no need to be so bashful about your looks. There's nothing wrong with embracing your sexual side~!" Chris chided.

"Chris," Viktor sighed, aiming an exasperated look in Chris's direction.

Chris bent over next to me to pull out a white cooking apron from the laundry bin under the counter. After tying the apron around his waist, he held out his hand for me to shake.

"Ah, I better introduce myself properly before someone goes full death glare on me. Christophe Giacometti, Viktor's right hand man and cook at this fine establishment. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Actually, you're my second-best man," Viktor corrected. "Darling Yakov will always be my first~!"

Chris chose to ignore this comment.

I shook hands with Chris, blushing even harder when he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Y-Yuuri Katsuki! It's also a pleasure!"

Chris let go of my hand to fan his own face. "What an adorable little boy," he swooned. "Uh-oh, Viktor. If you're not careful I might just snatch him up for myself."

Viktor's expression darkened ominously. "There is to be absolutely no fraternizing between employees," he snapped.

Chris simpered, not appearing to be too fazed by Viktor's uncharacteristic sourness. "Whatever," he sighed. "Say, Yuuri, would you like to try a cookie? I just baked a fresh batch this morning and could use an opinion or two."

"Sure," I smiled. "I'd love to."

Chris left for the kitchen, coming back shortly afterwards with a platter full of steaming cookies. "They're toffee chip macadamia nut cookies!" he gushed. "Enjoy~!"

I plucked up a cookie with two fingers, careful not to touch the others while doing so. I wasn't aware that Viktor was watching my every move until the cookie was snatched from my hand.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Viktor patronized, eating the cookie himself. "You're on a diet right now, remember?"

Chris and I both pouted.

"How can you be so cruel, Viktor?" Chris moped.

"Now, now," Viktor smiled. "No need to fret, my effeminate friend. Your baking still hasn't lost its touch. That's always something to celebrate."

Viktor stuffed another two cookies into his mouth. "You should definitely make another batch of these~! I would like to eat some more…I mean…the customers are sure to like them…"

Chris smirked, grabbing the platter from Viktor before he could wolf down another ten cookies. "Sure thing, boss," he winked. "I'll be right on that."

Chris then took a cookie for himself, sighing in content as he munched on the tasty treat. My mouth watered in jealousy.

"Mmmm. I think I just came," Chris moaned to himself. "These cookies are the absolute bomb."

"Don't take him literally," Viktor whispered into my ear. "He's just joking…or…at least I'd like to think that he is…"

Chris grinned at us one last time before finally disappearing into the kitchen again. "Yuuri, darling, it was so nice chatting with you!" he called over his shoulder. "I look forward to admiring your fine butt some more~!"

I blushed while Viktor brought a hand to his forehead and rolled his eyes. "That man is always so over the top. And that's coming from me," Viktor muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Oh, yes, before I forget." Viktor placed two fingers into his mouth and whistled.

Thirty seconds later, Makkachin came scrambling over, a soggy white uniform clamped between his front jaws.

Viktor draped a casual arm around my shoulders. "I made your uniform extra tight. That way, you'll be motivated to lose weight much faster."

New drinking game: take a devilish shot every time that someone makes a jab at my weight.

You'll be drunk like Minako in no time.

To be continued...

Okay! So I have two more days before I go back to University, which means that I could write two more chapters ahead of time! Feedback is very much appreciated. I have the general plot for this worked out. I'm open to requests if they fit with the plot though :)

As for pairings so far, I only have Yurio x Otabek set in stone, well, other than Viktor x Yuuri hehe.

I'm so grateful for the support!