Hey I know this is quick but here's chapter 3

Amepan / FrUK (mentions)

"Arthur," Kiku asked, a concerned frown on his face, "Are you ok today? You've been acting strangely this morning."

Arthur shook his head, opening a packet of sugar and pouring it into his cup of tea, sweeping the stray granules off the table before looking up at him. "I'm fine. I just," he let out a small huff, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a small sip of his drink, "... I got very drunk last night, at that restaurant you like? I've got a hangover the size of… God I don't know. I can't think straight."

Kiku gave him a small smile, "You're going there without me now? That bartender must have left quite an impression on you."

Arthur shook his head, "Don't be silly, I've got bigger things on my mind than some… frenchman... " he let out a soft huff, biting his lip and staring at his cup. "Though… truthfully," he swallowed hard, "When I woke up this morning he was asleep on my sofa."

Kiku's eyes widened, "What?!" he whispered in disbelief, pulling his chair in closer to the table, quietening his voice, "You didn't sleep together did you?"

"God no," Arthur frowned, pulling back a little, "He drove me home and apparently didn't feel safe leaving me in the state I was in." He smiled softly, taking another sip of tea, "Very gentlemanly of him I thought."

"Thats does sound lovely," Kiku smiled, beginning to drink his coffee, he frowned and looked at his cup, "I think they got my order wrong."

Arthur looked up towards the counter, looking between the staff, "The guy we ordered from isn't there anymore, will they still change it?" His eyes widened a little as he looked one of the baristas up and down, "I think that's Alfred Jones over there. I went to college with him, well, for a little while, he dropped out." his face softened, disappointed, "Now he works here, what a waste."

"Why did he drop out?" Kiku asked, turning in his seat, his coffee almost forgotten.

Arthur shook his head, "I don't know, we only had one class together, we weren't very close. I think it was family stuff."

Kiku's mouth hung slightly as he watched the young man work, "He's very…" he nodded to himself, turning back to face Arthur. "Uh, I think I'm going to go and ask about my coffee."

He forced himself to his feet, being careful not to spill his coffee as he got up. Usually he wouldn't bother doing this, but he felt like he needed to speak to this Alfred person, he'd never been so encaptured by someone just from their looks. There was just something about how he held himself.

"Excuse me," he said quietly as he reached the counter.

"Hey," Alfred beamed, a large faked smile on his face, "What can i do for you today?" He glanced at the full cup in Kiku's hands, "Is there a problem with your order?"

Kiku gave a forced nod, "Yes, actually, I ordered a caramel latte and I think I've been given a regular one. Uh, don't make me a new one though, can you just put some syrup in this and I'll mix it myself."

"What?" Alfred said, his fake smile turning into a genuine one, as if he'd just heard something amusing. "No, dude, uh, sir, i mean, let me make you a new one, it's no trouble."

"Oh," Kiku said with a stutter, feeling his chest tighten, "Ok then, if you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure!" Alfred chuckled, flashing Kiku a handsome grin as he turned to make the drink.

"Are you new in town?" the man asked, his head turning as he worked the machine, his hands working mechanically through muscle memory.

Kiku shook his head, "No, but I've got a meeting across the street, I don't usually come to this side of town."

"Oh," Alfred said, his smile widening a little, "Well you should, we could do with more nice customers like you."

"Are they not all nice..?"

Alfred chuckled, "Hell no. The people that come in here are the worst I have ever worked with, tiniest thing wrong with their order and they'll throw a fit. I hate working for rich people." He turned to him fully, biting his lip, "Sorry, I probably shouldn't bash my customers like that… One of them might over hear me and get me fired."

Kiku felt his fists clench as the man looked at him, tension growing in his gut as he tried to put an answer together in his head, times like this english escaped him.

"If you don't like it why don't you find another job?" he eventually asked, shifting on his feet.

Alfred shook his head, finishing up the coffee, "Can't. This is the highest paid job I can get." he shrugged, "It's alright though, I don't mind it really."

"I might know a place," Kiku blurted out as Alfred placed the coffee in front of him. "There's a place near where I work, about 20 minutes from here."

Immediately Alfred stilled, looking Kiku up and down, "Seriously?" he shook his head, "I don't know sir, I just met you and I mean," he shrugged, "It would have to be a good job, I mean I get benefits here and everything."

Kiku glanced over his shoulder towards Arthur, "Well I'm here with Arthur, you went to college together, what if he vouches for me? He's been there he knows it's a good place. It's called Il ristorante di famiglia? Have you heard of it?"

Alfred frowned, looking over at Alfred, "I have never seen that guy before in my life," he looked back at Kiku and smiled, "But I have heard of that restaurant. People in here talk about it all the time, it sounds great. You really think that you can get me a job there?"

"Yes, they know me there, I can probably get you a interview probably some time next week."

Alfred smiled widely, "That'd be great!" he let out a soft laugh, "That'd be so great. I owe you dude."

Kiku smiled softly, nodding his head, "It's ok. Uh," he glanced over at Arthur, "I should probably go… I have to get to work soon." He looked down to pick up his coffee, a small smile coming to his face as he realised Alfred had put his coffee in a travel cup. "Thankyou."

"No probs. I'll see you soon," Alfred replied with a wink.

Kiku felt himself blush as he picked up the coffee, giving another nod and saying a shy goodbye. He walked over to his and Arthur's table and sat down. "Sorry, we started talking."

Arthur nodded, a small smirk on his face, "I gathered. We have 5 minutes to get back." He finished the last of his tea, "Did you have a nice talk?"

Kiku nodded, "Yes I did, i said I'd try to get him an interview at Il ristorante di famiglia."

"What?" Arthur huffed and shook his head, "Damn it, I don't want him there. I like it there…"

"I thought you used to be friends?"

Arthur shook his head, "No, not really, he was really annoying."

Kiku frowned, "Oh.. I'm sorry Arthur I didn't know… If it makes it any better he doesn't remember you."

Arthur smiled, "Well I should hope not. I've changed a lot since he knew me," he let out an oddly happy sigh, clearing his throat and stretching slightly, "We should get going."

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