Okay! New chapter! Guest appearance 's from an OC reauested by a friend and a charcter requested by a reviewer ^^
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T xxx
"Hey there, how many are eating here today?" The blonde haired waitress chirped at the large group standing in front of here, though it was obvious through her friendly smile, she was a bit overwhelmed at having so many attractive men in front of her.
"Urm..." Alfred looked over the group doing a quick head count. "23. With 2 babies so high chairs would be good." He smiled at her as she giggled nervously.
"Okay I just need to sort out the tables. I'll be back in a minute." She left to go join some tables together to form one long enough for them and left the men and their children waiting.
Getting ready to come here had been a far from calm experience. At around 5, Roderich and Vash had arrived with their baby Zurich, to be told that had just under an hour to wash and change before the meal. Kiku and Heracles had arrived not long after being told the same thing. Though truthfully, they seemed in no rush to get any where.
Gilbert and Ivan we're playing pass the child as they dressed, Moscow not being trustable to be out of arms for more than about 10 seconds. Placing him on the floor, he made a dash for the door or a plug socket (the room wasn't yet baby-proofed) and being placed on the bed he made a dash for the floor, only being stopped from falling by his Russian father's quick reactions.
Ludwig had no trouble getting ready himself but Munich and Verona insisted on playing and not dressing. And Feliciano was no help considering he'd decided he was ready, therefore it was time for a siesta.
Arthur was just about ready to bash the granny out of Alfred who'd insisted on wearing his favourite bomber jacket which, as the Brit claimed, 'didn't match his smart-casual attire and made him look ridiculous.'
Francis and Matthew...well they had to get 3 kids ready. 3 kids who just like their friends, would rather play than put on uncomfortable clothes to go out to some place.
Lovino and Antonio had been the quickest to get ready, the only trouble being a 'debate' over the fact dressing Valencia like a marshmallow would make him too hot and that anything less that marshmallow-ism would give him pneumonia. A muttering of 'Daddy, I hot...' had settled the debate pretty fast though.
"Okay if you will all just follow me!" The chirpy girl had returned and began leading them towards the extra long table where they all took seats. "Alright, well the buffet is just over there," She pointed to an area where people stood putting food onto their plates. "And you can go up whenever you'd like, though I would suggest waiting to order your drinks. Your waitress will be over shortly. Enjoy your meal!"
Conversation started amongst the men and children. Until a woman came up to stand at the end of their table. She wore her dyed black hair in a loose bun at the back of her hear, stands falling around her face. Her skirt barely covered the top of her thigh and her shirt was undone at the top to emphasis her large assets. She addressed the group, bright red lips moving, eye lashes fluttering. Anyone would think she was trying to flirt.
"Hi~My name's Rosalie~ and I'll be your server today. Can I get you any drinks?" She pulled a note pad out of her breast pocket along with a pen and placed it on the table, pen poised to jot down the order.
However, no clear order came as the group began to discuss their drinks, shoutings of '7 colas.', 'no make that 8!', '3 beers, unless you're on the wine?' being thrown across the table.
"Okay...how about a different approach...who's getting hammered!?" As the woman said this she raised her hands up, the pen catching Antonio, who sat closest to her, in the eye, the broken clip, scraping his skin and making it bleed. "Oh honey! I'm sorry! Here let me clean that up..." She leaned over to him with a napkin in hand, dabbing gently at the wound, making sure her cleavage was in his direct line of sight.
An angry Italian sitting across from the Spaniard didn't let this continue long. Getting up from his seat he nudged the waitress out of the way snatching the napkin out of her hand and proceeding to clean the wound himself.
"Thanks Rosalie~ but I'm sure I can clean up my own husbands blood."
"Plenty of practice the amount of times you injured him when we were at school." The Frenchman laughed his trademark laugh, remembering this as did a few of the others before being silenced.
"WHAT WAS THAT DILDO CHEESE?!"
"Okay okay guys. Break it up. Sorry love, we'll order our drinks now." Arthur smiled apologetically at the woman standing awkwardly at the end of the table.
A few moments later the order was written on the notepad and Rosalie cleared her throat in preparation to read back the order.
"Right so we've got, a bottle of red and a bottle of white for the table with 4 glasses, 3 pints of beer, 1 pint of magners cider, a glass of sangria, 4 adult sodas, 7 kids orange juices and a bottle of vodka." She took a deep breath glancing towards Ivan. "Are you sure you want nothing with that vodka?"
"Da. If I did I would have said, niet?" he flashed a smile that had the girl visibly shaking.
"O-okay. Anything else I can get you guys?"
"Oh ja. Could you heat up this bottle? He's due feeding." Roderich passed the bottle down the table to Lovino having returned to his seat who handed it to Rosalie.
"And this one too, da?" Another bottle was passed down and given to the waitress who smiled and walked away in her ridiculously high heels.
"Mm...just look at that ass.."
"What was that Alfred?" Arthur glared at his husband who chuckled nervously, getting up out of his seat.
"Nothing. I'm gonna go get some food. Anyone else with me?" he said, addressing the rest of the table. A few mumbles of agreement came and those that wished to made their way up to the food and began choosing what they wanted.
Meanwhile at the table, Rosalie and a familiar looking man in Chef's whites who they assumed wasn't a waiter and was just lending a hand, brought over trays of drinks. As they called out the drinks and placed them in the right places, Kiku clicked why the man was so familiar.
"Yao, is that you?"
"Hm? Kiku?" he looked over the rest of the table. "Guys! Wow I haven't seem you all in so long! What are you doing here, aru?"
"We're all just having a meal. Did you not get an invitation to the cabin Yao?" Feliciano's eyes grew wide at the thought of his friend not being invited.
"Oh no I did get an invite. I just didn't want to show up alone was all, aru."
"Silly Yao! You didn't need to bring a partner!" Feli smiled up at him.
"If you'd like, we're going hiking tomorrow. Maybe you could join us?" Arthur waited for a response from the Chinese man.
"Well okay, aru! Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to the kitchen." He grinned as he left.
The people who'd left returned to allow the other's to go up.
"Hey Roddy?" Vash looked up at his husband as he sat feeding as sleepy Zurich in his arms. "Can you take Zurich off me while I go get myself something to eat?"
"Ja of course I can Vash." The baby was transferred from one father's arms to the next father.
"He's really cute Roderich." Matthew smiled at the baby, remembering when his own 2 kids were that small.
"Thanks. Cutest thing about him in my mind is that he doesn't cry half as much as-"
From across the table Moscow began crying due to the lack of attention he was getting. Ivan sat taking small bites of his food between swigs of vodka lost in his mind, taking no notice of his child.
"That kid." Roderich finished, sighing. He wanted to tell the Russian to feed his baby but wasn't prepared to feel the wrath if he said the wrong thing.
Ludwig noticed the way people were turning and looking at the screaming baby and how no one on there table was saying anything and took it upon his self to stop the crying.
Lifting Moscow out of his high chair he picked up the heated baby bottle, testing the heat on his arm before all but shoving the bottle into the German-Russian's mouth. This had become second nature to the blonde man who had had 2 kids of his own to deal with. The crying stopped and things calmed down at the table and around the restaurant.
"Oh West, why are you feeding the awesome kid?" Gilbert returned with his plate of food, taking his seat next to the empty high chair.
"He was crying and Ivan wasn't feeding him." Gilbert nodded his thanks at his brother, a sad smile on his face as he reached over to touch his husband's shoulder, gaining no reaction from the Russian man. "He's gone again..." His voice was quiet. Too quiet for anyone to hear over the noise over chatter at the table.
After dinner and dessert was eaten and meal had been paid for - each couple putting their own money into the bill - the group left the restaurant.
Gilbert and Ivan - who had returned to his regular scary self - had to get a ride with Kiku and Heracles asnthey were both unfit to drive, Gilbert practically stumbling out of the restaurant. Francis took their car home despite being just about fit to drive himself.
When they got back to the cabin it was around 9 and after the long day they'd all had, it was unanimous that it was time for bed.
There ya go! So what's up with Ivan? Is 'Tonio's eye okay? What's with this slutty waitress? Is Alfred into her?
So many questions :3 review!
T xxx
