"Ve, you're new." Feli a short Italian man smiles up at Alfred. His hazel eyes shine with delight, "Great we could use a new cook."

Arthur shoots him an evil look, "We need a dishwasher."

The Italian man just smiles back, "Isn't that what you are?"

"Just make today's soup." Arthur snaps back as he starts to walk out into a small side room.

"Didn't you do that this morning?" Feli asks grabbing a large stock pot, "Or did you burn it again?"

Arthur returns in a long sleeved black chef jacket, "Shut up and make the fucking thing."

"So that's a big yes."

"No that's a fuck you." Arthur turns to the now snickering Alfred, "Don't you have some fucking dishes to do?"

Alfred quickly turns back towards the hot room to see a tall blonde haired man walking out fo it, "Oh and how are you?" He asks with a strange grin, "Did you get lost?"

"Uh…not really. I'm Alfred." He reaches out his hand to the blue eyed man.

"Oh the new guy. I'm Francis." The Frenchman gives the teen a creepy smile, "I'm ze top waiter and…" He pulls Alfred in closer making the younger man's skin crawl, "manager."

"Frog, leave my dishwasher alone." Alfred feels relieved with Arthur now by his side, "If you're looking for someone to fuck try one of the sluts across the street."

"Oh but I have multiple times and now it burns every time I pee." Francis laughs as one of his hands moves down to his crotch, "I was told they got it from you."

Arthur just rolls his eyes, "Sure they did. I gave it to them so you'd get it too." His voice is dripping with a special sarcasm only used for the front of the house manager.

Again Francis lets out a laugh, "My god we actually agree on something." For a moment his eyes narrow, "You know I think that's illegal and if you wanted to do me…" He moves closer to the shorter man, "All you had to do is ask."

Arthur fights the urge to hit the man across the face as he grits his teeth, "Alfred, come with me please."

The younger man quickly does what he's told if only to escape the man, "Um…is he my boss too?"

"No I am your boss, although you do have to listen to him from time to time." He rubs his temples, "Don't…uh…shit." He's thinking now it would have been easier just to hit the Frenchman, "Just follow Feli around for a while. I need to make a quick call."

The head chef walks out of the kitchen making a beeline for the bar, "You fucking asshole he's not even old enough to drink yet and you have to go and hit on him?"

Francis shakes his head, "Oh come on. I was just messing with him." Francis leans in close, "Why jealous?"

Now with the coast clear with only Gilbert looking on Arthur kicks Francis hard in the shin, "I'm going to say this once. Leave my boys alone."

"Little prick. You seriously need laid." Francis says rubbing his shin watching the man walk back into the kitchen.

Gilbert shakes his head as he cuts lemon wedges, "Not awesome."

"What? He does."

Gilbert wipes his hands on his apron as he turns the closed sign over, "Are you volunteering?"

A cynical smile creeps over Francis's face, "I might be."


Arthur comes back to a strange site, "It's very easy." Feli says as he shows Alfred how to roll out the dough, "Just remember you're making love to it. Love~" He sings out, "Pasta is a beautiful thing."

"What happened to the soup?"

Feli motions to the stock pot, "It's almost done now back to pasta." He smiles sweetly to the now flour coated dishwasher, "It has to be nearly see though when we're done."

Arthur just blinks, "Feli…he's the dishwasher."

"No, I thought that other guy is the dishwasher."

Arthur looks back at the small room, "What other guy?" Arthur quickly pops his head into the room, "Uh Yao what are you doing here?"

The short older man shakes his head, "Doing dishes what does it look like?"

"I thought you got fired."

"I thought you got your head out of your ass."

Both square off for a moment, "Good to have you back Yao." Arthur smiles as the older man rolls his eyes.

"Stupid asshole." Yao says with a smile as he pokes his head out of the room.

"Okay Al." Arthur scratches his head; he hates it when his boss does this to him. When Arthur was hired he was told he would be doing the hiring for the kitchen and now like always he was butting in and now he's stuck with two dishwashers. The British man can't bring himself to do it so he just sighs looking at his Sous Chef and the younger man, "I guess your now our um…" He thinks quick, "Prep cook."

Feli smiles, "Ve, then back to pasta." He says it with such joy, "It's such a beautiful thing."

Alfred nods, "Sure…" He smiles unsure of what exactly is happening but at least he wouldn't have to wash dishes. He looks over at a small streak of black smoke rising from the oven, "Uh…Arthur?"

"Oh bloody hell not again!" He races to the oven doors only to see his scones completely burnt, "God damn it."

A slightly older woman walks in though the back door just as the frazzled cook takes out the black rocks, "Uh…Arthur I wish you won't try to burn the place down." She shakes her head as she smiles at Alfred, "Oh hello Honey, I'm Elizaveta."

"Hello Ma'am." He gives her a sweet smile as she quickly walks past the men and out into the dining room, "Damn she's kind of-"

"She's one of the owners." Yao finishes before slowly joining the group, "Now about you…"

Arthur watches as he scraps what's left of the scones in the trash, "Yao…"

"Oh relax I'm not going to ask anything I wouldn't ask you."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Now Feli looks up from his fresh pasta, "What are we asking?"

Yao shrugs, "Everything."

Alfred laughs, "Not much to say, I've got a twin brother."

"Girlfriend?"

"No."

Yao's eyes light up wickedly, "Boyfriend?"

Alfred shakes his head quickly as Arthur clears his throat, "Dishes Yao."

Feli chimes in as he cools off his pasta, "Oh there's nothing wrong with that." He starts to run water over the long thin pasta, "In fact Ludwig should be here soon for his shift."

"Yes but he hasn't been here for more than three hours." Arthur tries in vain but it's going to happen, the man's new and they're going to send him through the ringer whether he wants them to or not. "Al."

"Yes?"

"Welcome to the restaurant field."

A/N: I've actually worked in restaurants for nearly five years now and some things are based on actual events and conversations I've had. The M-rating is for how dirty the conversations can get and cause I'm paranoid. The pairings for now are just GerIta and AusHun.