I'm so sorry for how long this took to get out, I've been dealing with some personal issues this past year and my writing suffered. Everything's relatively normal again though, so I'm really trying to get my stories updated.
I don't own Hetalia or it's characters.
"I hope you like Italian." Alfred laughed, slightly nervous. Arthur looked at the restaurant as he spoke. The neon sign reading Vargas' Variations against an Italian flag colored sign.
"It's not my favorite." The Brit relented, continuing as he watched Alfred's expression change. "But every now and then it's good."
"Are you sure? We can go somewhere else if you want t-" Arthur scoffed, turning to the restaurant as he spoke over Alfred. Taking slow steps across the parking lot as he spoke.
"Like where, McDonald's?" Arthur could almost hear Alfred taking offense as he quickly caught up with the shorter man.
"Hey, McDonald's is a perfectly good place to eat." Alfred argued, hands crossing over his chest as he walked. Arthur rolled his eyes again as they reached the door.
"Yes, if you're fifteen, I suppose it is." Alfred said nothing, merely looking at the door. Beaming, he moved to hold the door open for his companion, earning a confused look from the man. "What are you doing?"
"I'm holding the door open." Alfred said simply, blinking his large blue eyes as he looked at Arthur, who was now silent. Several moments passed before either of them spoke, a nervous laugh accompanying Alfred's words. "Um, this is when you go inside Artie."
"Don't call me that." The man snapped out of his trance like state with a grumble, looking away as he entered the building. Alfred looked after him for a few seconds before following.
"Did I say some-"
"Alfred!" An energetic greeting reached the two, ending whatever attempt at conversation Alfred was going to have. "It's been so long since you visited! Are you alright? I heard that you were arrested-"
"Breathe, dude." Alfred laughed. Watching as the shorter man's hair fell into his face. "Arthur this is Feliciano, Feliciano, this is Arthur."
"Hello." Arthur ventured warily, watching the man begin to speak at a million miles an hour again, wondering how on earth he had known how was who with his eyes closed.
"What do you want you bastard?" Alfred laughed as Arthur looked between the twins in confusion.
"And there's the other twin." Alfred laughed, watching as Romano ignored his brother, waiting impatiently for the two to decide. "Booth or table?"
"Booth." Arthur replied after a few minutes, gears turning in his head. Alfred smiled again turning back to Romano.
"Booth it is." Romano grumbled. "Follow me." Alfred followed the somewhat rude Italian through the busy restaurant, watching as Arthur took in the warm brown walls and cushioned booths tucked away along the side. Romano sat them in a booth nearly hidden from view all together. As he set the menus down in front of the two, he began writing on the notepad. "Drinks?"
"Tea." Romano looked up as he was writing but didn't ask again. "And you?"
"Coffee please." He nodded, tucking the pen behind his ear before leaving. Alfred watched Arthur look out the window, letting his thoughts wander until the emerald eyes turned away from the outside world and back to him once more.
"So…" Alfred drawled. "what were you saying about McDonald's?" Arthur merely rolled his eyes.
"Do you come here often then?"
"Arthur there's no need for pickup lines, we're already on a date."
"It wasn't a pickup li-" Arthur's eyes widened as he fully processed what his companion had said. "We're on a date?"
"Well, sort of- I mean…it doesn't have to be a date, I just kinda assumed."
"No." Arthur said slowly. "It's fine. If we're going to the wedding together, we'd have to go on a date at some point, right?"
"Right." Both of them looked away as an awkward silence filled the air. After a few minutes Arthur started laughing, a soft chuckle that earned him a weird look from Alfred.
"I'm sorry, it's just-this." He motioned to the two of them.
"What's funny about this?" Alfred argued.
"Just, this whole situation." Arthur explained "We're both grown ups and yet, we're acting like we're fourteen about to go to homecoming."
"If we're fifteen does that mean we can go to McDonald's if we do this again?"
"Tea and Coffee, what do you want to eat?" Romano sighed, taking out his note pad again. Arthur's eyes widened slightly in embarrassment as he realized he hadn't even looked at the menu yet. Alfred beamed at the man before speaking.
"Two orders of the usual please." Romano looked between him and Arthur before writing.
"Anything else?"
"No, that'll be all." Romano nodded curtly before leaving them on their own again. Arthur stirred the tea gently, bringing the cup to his lips as he looked out the window again, his mind wandering to home and what would be on TV tonight. Alfred watched contently as Arthur did so, mixing the creamer into his coffee until it turned a caramel color.
"Why did you text me this morning?" Arthur asked quietly, his gaze never leaving the street outside. Alfred sipped on his coffee before answering.
"I wanted to." Arthur gave him a suspicious look. "Besides, if I didn't I think you would have deleted my contact."
"Why does that matter?"
"Because I like talking to you." Alfred said, not thinking twice about the words as they left his mouth. Realizing a split second after words that yes, he did like Arthur's company-no matter how argumentative the British man could be, it was fun to talk to him or watch him take in the world around him. Arthur seemed to short circuit, falling silent for so long that Alfred had begun to worry.
"We're not going to McDonalds next time." Was his only reply, so quiet that Alfred barely heard them above the usual chatter of a restaurant. Beaming he set his cup of coffee down on the table.
"So there's going to be a next time?"
"Shut up." Arthur refused to look at him as his cheeks flushed pink. Alfred didn't say anything, but began to hum along quietly to the music being played quietly through the restaurant's stereos.