The group arrived a good but before Antonio and Lovino did, with Bella leading the way, introducing a bashful Guillaume to everyone. Bella explained the whole situation, she left the whole 'controlling a date' part out when she made the reservations. Guillaume welcomed everyone with a warm smile, and informed them that since it was such a special occasion, their dinners would be absolutely free.
Bella offered to help take orders, Guillaume politely declined, but with much insistence on Bella's part, she was given an apron, a notepad, and a pen.
Alfred and Gilbert cheered in sync.
The HMA and co. stationed themselves around the bistro, waiting for the Lovino and Antonio to enter. Everyone was in a disguise, they were sure it would be almost impossible for both Antonio and Lovino to recognize them on the spot.
"Artie you look so stuffy…as usual." Alfred teased. The Brit was wearing a classy black suit, while Alfred decided on jeans, tennis shoes, and a T-Shirt with the American flag on it. Currently, they had on brown and red wigs on, repectively. Arthur was a spitting image of his older brother, Iain, though they had different color eyes.
"Shut your trap you sodding wanker! Your attire is too lax!" Arthur countered.
"Not true! Dude, we're at a bistro, not some freakin' expensive restaurant with chandeliers, and other stuff like that. Take a look around!" Alfred shot back.
"Everyone knows that it's better to be overdressed than underdressed, yank!"
"This is not the time to be releasing sexual tension!" Francis hissed from across the room.
"WE ARE NOT!" Arthur and Alfred yelled in unison.
"Hohon, yet that declaration was in complete sync, non?" Francis retorted simply.
"Zip it! I see them, here they come!" Elizabeta hushed.
The accomplices tried to make themselves as invisible as possible, by hiding behind their menus.
"Hola, I have a reservation, dinner for two, it's under the name Carriedo." Antonio told the employee standing behind a podium.
"Hmph, very well." The man uttered arrogantly, he flipped through a book that consisted of dates, names, and times.
"Carriedo...Carriedo...ah, here it is," the employee mumbled, "follow me..." he added indifferently as he turned and strode to a table.
Lovino in turn grumbled some indifferent profanities, as they follwed the rude man.
"Lovino!" Antonio yelled in a surprised tone after overhearing a particularly nasty insult.
"Since when did you learn to understand Italian?" Lovino whispered, he was just as surprised as the Spaniard.
"Lovi, you can't tell me you forgot that I took care of you when you were younger?" Antonio whined.
"Stop whining, I remember."
"What-a would you like-a to eat-a tonight?" A waiter asked with a cat smile, and a fake Italian accent. Bella was in an disguise, she wore violet colored contacts, and a black wig. "My-a name-a is-a..." she bit her lip nervously, trying to think of an Italian name...any name! "A-Abrielle!"
"That's such a pretty name, it suits you." Antonio complimented.
Lovino felt a pang of jealousy. Antonio wanted to flirt? Well, two could play at that game.
"That's sweet Ant-t-to nice!" Bella squeed, dropping her accent for a moment.
"Why don't you sit here with us, and let someone else take our order?" Lovino grinned, winking at her.
Antonio narrowed his eyes at Lovino.
"Oh no, but who should I go home with?" the Belgian joked, she was really getting a kick out of this.
"Waitress! Over here, please! Now." Elizabeta waved Bella over.
"Please wait one moment you two, I'll be back shortly." Bella smiled and walked briskly over the Hungarian.
"Abrielle's accent is fake!" Antonio realized.
"So good for you to finally figure that out. I've underestimated your inteligence."
"Bella! Remember the mission! The mission! You're not supposed to flirting back!" Elizabeta berated.
"Sorry, Lizzie, it's just... it's way too much fun! Plus, I'm trying to make the other jealous. It's a great plan, right?" Bella adjusted her wig.
Elizabeta sighed, "It might... we'll take a risk, and see how it plays out. Just don't make them too mad at each other."
"Will do Liz, but while I'm here, what do you guys want to eat?"
"If it is not too much trouble, could I get some pasta without the sauce?" Kiku asked.
"I'd would like nothing more than a simple dish, lasagna." Francis said from behind his menu.
Bella giggled, "Your so weird Kiku, but I'll see what I can do. What about you Liz?"
"I'll have...maybe...some ravioli." Elizabeta shut her menu and glanced up at Bella. "Yeah ravioli."
"M'lay, I'll give the kitchen staff the list, then come back for Lovino and Antonio!" Bella scribbled on her notepad, and left for the kitchen.
"Ve~ Ludwig, what do you think I should get? I wanted to get a pasta dish...maybe carbonara. No...linguini with clam sauce! No...Ludwig help!" Feliciano looked at him puppy dog eyes. The Italian wore no actual disguise, other than his hair being combed back.
Ludwig exhaled, "Why not just get regular pasta with tomato sauce?"
"But I want something different this time!"
"Then pick something different!"
"I can't! Ludwig what are you getting?"
"The fettucine alfredo topped with shrimp."
"Ve~Then I'm getting that too!" Feliciano decided.
"Don't get it because I'm getting it! Get what you want!"
"But-but Ludwig, I like fettucine alfredo!" Feliciano whined.
Antonio stared at Lovino while the Italian hid behind his menu. The Spaniard chuckled, Lovino was as adorable as ever. Lovino in turn stole small glances at Antonio, their eyes locked for a moment, and the Italian's heart skipped a beat.
"Hey, Lovi?" Antonio laid his menu flat on the table.
Lovino acknowledged him by doing the same.
"Do you like Abrielle?" Antonio asked bluntly, staring him straight in his golden brown eyes.
"Wh-what? No, I don't! Why? Do you like her? You did flirt with her after all!" Lovino glared, his face dusted pink, Antonio was such an idiot sometimes.
"I wasn't flirting, I was being nice. You flirted, though." Antonio answered.
"I was flirting cause I got jealous, you idiot!" Lovino spat back immediately, he quickly covered his mouth after he realized what he had just said.
"Huh? Jealous? Lovi was jealous that she might steal me away? Aww...you're so cute!" Antonio leaned over the table and gave Lovino a quick peck on the cheek.
Lovino went completely red, and covered his cheek with both hands, "Pervert!"
Antonio just laughed.
"Okay, dude. I totally have never ever had actual ravioli in my life." Alfred confessed to the Brit across from him.
"That's a bloody lie! I've cooked ravioli for you before!"
"I dunno, Artie. Eighty percent of the stuff you cook is charcoal. The other twenty percent is a health hazard to the environment."
Arthur mumbled profanities.
"Well...I have eaten Chef Boyardee's ravioli. But that was from a can..." Alfred recalled. "Hey, isn't a mozzerella stick an Italian food?"
"How should I know?"
"Well, 'cause your all old and being and old man means you're super wise right?"
"You're starting to annoy me Alfred, your obnoxious mouth is beginning to make my head hurt, wouldn't it be nice if you would shut up?"
"Is it your arthritis again?"
Arthur stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "That doesn't make any bloody sense, I DON'T HAVE ARTHRITIS, and I'm not an old man, you yank!"
America stood up slowly and smirked, "I love you, babe. Despite what I've just said, you're sexy and don't forget it." He kissed the surprised Brit on the mouth for about five seconds then returned to his seat.
Arthur couldn't look Alfred in the eye, he sank back into his seat, "Must you be so brash?"
Alfred grinned, "Yep. Now about the mozzerella sticks..."
Late chapter is late. Homework is REALLY messing with my writing time. I'm telling you the truth when I say that I usually don't go to sleep until like 2am on the weekdays. And then I have to get up four hours later. Recently I've only been able to actual sit down and write on the weekends, but only for small intervals of time.
Summer's over, and autumn comes, the sound of the crisp leaves crunch, distracting your ears from the whistling of the wind. You see the trees displaying their diverses color, no longer wanting to be labeled as tree green. The current year lies on its deathbed...waiting for its successor to appear, and bring a new year. A new world, a new life, as the new year will never be the same as the last.
Gah! I'm really stuck in descriptive writing mode! That's what we've been doing lately. I might just write some descriptive one-shots.
Ah! Lastly, the deal with Arthur looking like his brother. Okay Iain Stewart is the fan name for England's older brother Scotland. Though the fan-name last name is Stewart, some people stil use the surname, Kirkland I really like the way Scotland looks, even though it's fanart. Scotland has pale blue eyes versus England's emerald green eyes.
Any questions, review or PM me! Either way I'll answer! Thank you for reading, I'll see you next chapter!
