Elite: I am kinda dead at the moment. QAQ
Kara: Don't you have a job now?
Elite: Yeah I do. And that's the reason why I am dead at this moment. I am so sorry. DX
America: Hey, it's alright. I'm sure nobody will care about your story if you have a job.
Elite: What? QAQ
America: NO! That's not what I meant! I mean, uhhhh
Kara; Welp, no we are going to be here with whiny Elite. You guys go on ahead and enjoy the chapter and such while we endure this person. Elite does not own Hetalia or any of the manuals.
Chapter 9: Meeting Somebody Old
"Can you hurry up and come to work please? I have a meeting to go to and everybody else besides the cook has gotten sick."
"You're kidding?!"
"I wish I was."
And Rose honestly wasn't kidding. Once I got to the cafe, it was packed and I see Arthur in there, rushing to get orders and food out as much as possible. Rose spotted me in the back and hugged me before running off.
I headed into the dining room and caught Arthur right away.
"Hey, how about I take the orders and you take the food."
"Yes, excellent idea." Arthur handed me his notepad and pen. "You are a life saver."
"Hurry!"
With a confirmation nod, Arthur rushed off into the kitchen to only come back with an armful of food. I looked at the door and seated the next awaiting customers.
-Hetalia-
I sat down in a random seat of the cafe; exhausted. Arthur did the same thing in the seat next to me. After four hours, things finally simmered down to dead silence. With no customers around, I am glad the both of us can relax.
"I'm terribly sorry for this, love." Arthur sighed.
"Nah it's okay." I sighed back. "Rose just owes us big for this, that's all. That just means more money."
"Yes, something we desperately need." Arthur pointed out.
"I know." I frowned. "Not only do I have to replace that shitty computer but the guys broke the T.V in the other house again."
"As well as break all the dishware."
"Ugh." I groaned into my hands at the piles of issues we all have.
Of course the housemates who think they did nothing wrong had there fare share. Like the time when Arthur got so drunk he actually embedded a stripper pole in the living room. As hilarious as it was, that left a huge hole in the ceiling and we tend to random rumble of ceiling fall on our heads. Vash went berserk again with the dishware because we ran out of bullets again.
And don't get me started on Natayla.
Just don't.
Things are so bad that I even keep a little notepad and listed all the problems.
Just then there was the sound that I dreaded at this moment.
The simple chime of the entrance bell.
Without looking, I stood up from the seat. In my exhausted moment, I turned around to see somebody very familiar.
"Table for one, please." Hugo smiled.
In that sudden moment, all my exhaustion just disappeared. I looked at Arthur who was just as bewildered as I was. I turned back at Hugo who was waiting there (with a wtf face too). It was odd to see him out of uniform but he is the only person I know who dyes his hair in different colors. It was after I seated him and gave him a menu that he realized who I was.
Or tries to.
"Whoa, hey, aren't you that one girl?" I glared at him. He laughed nervously. "Uhhh, one sec, I remember your name. I think." I stood there for a minute; just waiting for his response. "Oh, I got it. Clara!"
"No." I said darkly.
"What?" Hugo went back to thinking. I wandered away with his simple order in hand.
Arthur was in the back, sitting on a chair. As soon as I walked in, and handed the chef the order, I took the seat next to him. My exhaustion was slowly returning.
"Why do I feel dejected?" I randomly asked myself.
"Well it is rude for a man to not remember a young lady's name." Arthur pointed out.
"But you keep calling us the 'stupid American idiots of the modern generation that will send humanity down the drain' so why does it matter?" I pointed out myself. The expression on Arthur's face looked like time has stopped only for him. That alone made me giggle.
"Well then." Arthur cleared his throat.
"Hey Kara, the order is ready." I looked up at the chef. I walked up the window and got the cake order. "Man I hope he leaves soon. It's almost closing time."
"Yeah seriously."
I walked out to the dining room.
Just as I was handed Hugo his food, he snapped his fingers like he figured something out.
"I remember, you're Kara! The chick that got all the models; even the beta ones." Hugo gave himself a proud smile. I just nodded my head. "I didn't recognize you because of your hair. It's so long."
"Thanks." I said in a brief tone.
"That's no way to talk to the new president of FMBC."
Wait, what?
I turned my head quickly to Hugo who just gave me a peace sign.
"Yep, I became president of Flying Mint Bunny Corp. Well this branch I did but yeah." Hugo took a bite out of his cake. "But it's nothing but paperwork though."
"Sounds exciting."
"Yeah, it's not. But you have to admit; the type of power you can get. Muwhahahaha~!'
"I don't know if a drunken man should be talking about power." I frowned.
"I am not drunk!" Hugo shouted. "I just had a little drink."
"Right." I totally do not believe him. I cleared my throat. "So, I heard that I was supposed to get ten more units?"
"Oh yeah." Hugo laughed nervously. "Here's the funny thing is, I forgot all about you and the units until a few weeks ago while I was looking through my old delivery records. I said 'holy shit' to my assistant. But it's actually a huge problem for me. You see that waiver you signed a year and half ago only lasts for a whole year. So if the units did anything stupid in that past six months or so, then the company has to pay for it! Can you believe that?!"
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
SLAM THE BREAKS!
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN FIX THE BACKYARD PLUMBING BECAUSE ALFRED DECIDED IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL IDEA TO BURY IVAN'S PIPE?!
HELL!
FUCK!
YES!
I guess my excitement was showing because Hugo groaned loudly. He had his head in his cake.
"I should have no said anything." Hugo lifted his caked-on face (get it?) and sighed. "Fine, we'll pay for it this one time. But after that you have to sign the waivers again."
"Then I'll take this opportunity to show you my list." I sat down and took my little notepad. "Everything in the past six months right?"
"What list?"
-Hetalia-
"And that's why these people are here." I said in a cheerful tone to Vash. Vash looked up at the many repairman around the first floor of the house.
"We are certainly saving a whole bunch of money with this." Vash gave a small smile. "Now if only we can keep it that way."
"If only." I frowned. "But apparently we will be getting another unit be cause of this. I wonder who we will be getting this time."
AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Kara: So apparently Elite is about to pass out.
America: Well she looked dead when she was posting this. XD
Kara: Well, she's gone so . . . VASH! SHE'S GONE!
Switzerland: Now she can't steal my peace prize again. *grumble*
Russia: Or my vodka, da? *kolkolkolkolkol* So my dear comrades, review to become one with Mother Russia. Unless you want to see my magic pipe.
Switzerland: Or my peace prize.
Elite: WHAT THE HELL GUYS!
