Author's Note: Here's chapter ten~

There shall be some singing here...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Disney.

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Ludwig leaned against the wall of his office, deep in thought.

Just yesterday everyone was enjoying themselves, having a wonderful party in his office and messing things up. Of course, it was done without his consent and when the stern man had entered his office, it looked liked five whirlwinds had crashed in drunk and had a wild night.

He tried to relax as well but it had been nagging at him since Francis came the week before demanding six months worth of rental to be paid or pack off and leave.

The bags of gold left by their most recent far realm patron was enough to pay for all the damages and a few months of rental but Ludwig didn't feel safe around his landlord. The man could just turn the tables on him and the tall blond couldn't hope for yet another extraterrestrial customer to dump a huge wad of cash on them.

To make matters more detrimental for his health, Arthur had suggested taking Francis pet canary hostage and brought all of people, Feliciano with him. Feliciano was so helpless and he'd probably make things worse. He should have stayed in the café, at least he could keep an eye on the boy.

Why? Ack, this is worse than losing a drinking contest to bruder!

Being the big chief of the maids, Feliks pulled him away from the desk, "boss, you totally need to chill out. Why don't you go out to take a breather?"

"No, I'm fine," he grunted.

Normally any one would be terrified when he spoke harshly, but then again Feliks was far from normal, "you know, all I hear is blah blah and blah, I'm going crazy."

"No, I'm fine… Why are you pushing me out?" Ludwig just realized he was standing at the lacquered wooden door of the cafe.

"Go out, boss, your scary face is totally dampening everyone's mood!"

His azure eyes met Alfred who was balancing two spoons on his nose to further his clown career and Yao who was chatting on his cell phone and giggling demurely, no need to be a genius to guess who was on the other line.

Oh really?

"Ignore them, please," Ludwig could see Feliks' exasperated face, "go walk around the square or something, you have plenty of time before monsieur perverti comes sashaying over."

The little bell chimed as someone entered, both blonds gasped.

Oh, it was just Matthew.

"Hi guys, I'm back from shopping…" his greetings usually went unnoticed just like his entire presence and was nervous to see green and blue eyes looking at him in terror," W-Why is everyone staring at me?"

Both Ludwig and Feliks heaved a sigh of relief.

A pink light bulb flickered above the pretty pink boy, "like, I have the best idea ever!" with amazing strength, he shoved his boss and fellow co-worker out of the café.

"Wait, wait, Feliks, I just got back!"

"Then go out again, buy something or whatever it is you usually do. Just accompany Ludwig!"

The tall blond had given up fighting, that boy wasn't going to let him in anytime soon. Matthew was still befuddled, not really understanding why he was chased out.

He waved his grocery bag filled with syrup jars and flour, "I already did shopping and if you'd like to know, it's tonight's dinner."

Feliks made a face, "eew, who eat pancakes for dinner? I'm like, totally craving for pork chops!"

"But but, pork chops don't go well with maple syrup…" the wavy haired boy struggled to hold his sentence

"Yes, they DO," Feliks gave him that 'remember-the-plan-you-maple-freak' look.

"OH YEAH."

"That's right so go away!" Matthew watched that hand with glittery fingertips flapping before the door shut in his face.

"Come on, boss, let's go for that walk!"

"I thought u need to get pork chops?"

Matthew searched his mind for an excuse, "err, I'm sure Feliks has ways to get them. Let's go!"

("Excuse me, can I have that piece instead? It looks fresher…" Toris pointed to the slab of meat on the counter near the lady butcher. With a scowl on her face, she wrapped the raw meat in paper and plastic before tossing it to the boy. "Thank you," he smiled and kept it in a pink ice box, very pleased with himself.)

"Right," Ludwig tried to believe Matthew but he still seemed doubtful.

They headed off, away from the café.

Feliks peeked through the curtains to make sure they were gone.

"Finally! Ludwig looks like he's gonna explode from stress, he should definitely take a walk or whatever. Anyway, I've totally got to show you guys this new design for Feliciano's maid outfit!" he delightfully pulled out a piece of pink paper from his apron.

"Show us what the design aru," Yao tugged at his pink sleeves.

"oh yeah, so the fantastic me came up with this! Feli'll look just adorable in it!" he laid out the paper on the table.

Alfred started chewing on fries, "munch munch, I think, munch munch, needs more, munch munch!"

"I don't speak fries."

Hearing a loud gulp from enveloping ten sticks of fries together, Alfred cleared his throat and pointed to the design, "I was saying, I think he needs to show more skin, maybe make the skirt a lil' shorter?"

Alfred really did believe that skirt really needs some shortening, and probably more frills. The amusing trio continued their discussion about the dress design, each had their own strange opinion of Feliciano.

After lots of erasing and retracing, they were almost done except for one last detail…

"Hmm, I think it'll look nice if it were red aru…"

"Yao, I swear, if you had your way, this whole entire place would be red."

He twirled the ends of his black hair, "well, I think it's a nice colour…"

"If there's gonna be red, I want blue and white too! It'll be the best!"

Curling the ends around his fingers, Yao nodded, "and add in some stars too aru."

"Excuse me, what do you think Feliciano's gonna wear? A country flag? Ugh, no… I should have asked Toris instead, the two of you are acting like douche bags."

"What kinda bag is that? Sounds ugly."

"Aiya, then why don't you make the dress half white half red," Yao rolled his eyes.

Feliks flipped his golden locks dramatically, "only mine will be white and red. Anyway, I love mixing white and red because they'll be pink!"

He stood up and clenched his fist, "that's right. I'll make it pink! It will be the most fabulous pink dress ever!"

His emerald eyes burned with flames of passion and the light around him become glittery.

While Alfred continued to scribble all the over the design and Yao was pawing at some of the floating glitter like a curious cat, they completely failed to notice that someone had entered the café.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Francis!"

And they were right, the charming man was leaning against the door looking amused. He had a fancy paper bag in one hand.

Alfred's nose twitched, "I smell something…"

He attempted to creep over to Francis but was yanked back by Feliks.

"Aren't you like, too early? Ludwig's not back yet."

"Can't I come earlier to play a game with my three favourite monkeys?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Tossing his coat casually over a chair, Francis found a table for himself.

"Are you going to serve me? Isn't that what you're supposed to do here in this maid café?"

"You know, the way you say it sounds really wrong aru," Yao folded his arms.

Francis laughed annoyingly as he glanced through the menu, but what he wanted was not listed inside and he frowned a little.

Alfred rolled his eyes as obviously as he could, "looking for Dom Pérignon?"

"One day, Alfred, your eyes are going to fall out of their sockets, and yes, you're right."

Alfred stomped off to the kitchen, mumbling about stupid landlords and sparkly champagne.

Francis chuckled slightly and turned to Feliks, "I want to play a card game."

"And I want to play a PS3 game, but it's not here. Life sucks, doesn't it?" the emerald eyed boy examined his finger tips.

"Maybe," Francis reached into the fancy paper bag and took out some stuff.

"I have presents for three of you!"

Everyone promptly covered their eyes in case it was eye-burning porn.

Alfred was curious though and blinked open an eye, "whoa, that's the I'm-such-an-awesome-hero-but-no-one-takes-me-seriously burger! I thought it was a limited edition flavour, I have to eat it!"

There was this huge pizza size burger with all sorts of delicious ingredients layered in a colourful mess, with a no.1 flag sticking out from the bun.

Hearing that there wasn't anything x-rated, Feliks' eyes hovered over the table until he saw the light.

It was that light, the holy light which was the perfect pair of shoes that all fashionistas would fight over and die for.

"Oh ponies, those are the most gorgeous pair of heels I've ever seen! It'll suit my entire wardrobe!" he mentally recalled all his outfits, spanning across five bedrooms converted into wardrobes.

Just as they going to reach over the table, Yao stopped them.

"What's wrong with you two? We shouldn't get carried away with material possessions!"

"Like, have you seen that?" Feliks tilted Yao's head so he could see what else was on the table.

"EEK," the black haired boy made a manly squeal, completely un-girly at all.

He picked up the infamous cat plushie lying on the table and hugged it so tightly, thinking it would fly away from his clutches.

"It's a kitty-chan doll belonging to the 'from Russia, with love' series! I was never able to win it from those online auctions and now it's here and it's real!"

The little cat soft toy had purple eyes, a beige scarf and wore a beige military coat. The only thing that seemed out of place wasn't the sewn on water pipe or the sewn on bottle of vodka, it was that big red ribbon stuck on one of its ears.

Feliks had this strange urge to claw kitty-chan's face while Alfred felt like ripping its head off, how could Yao like a doll so menacing?

"So boys, if any one of you win that game, you'll get these presents," Francis yanked the kitty-chan doll from the boy's vice grip.

Feliks had his hands on his hips, "so like, what are we playing?"

Francis gave a charming smile, "strip poker."

Oh, that look on their cute little faces is priceless!

"Eew, we are not going to be bribed… So easily…" Feliks cringed like he would regret it for months while Yao was silently weeping and wiping his tears with his apron, "Alfred?"

Clang!

A wine glass was pressed onto the table by an annoyed Alfred.

"Here's your Dom Pérignon. You want a game, you're on, mister!"

Ignoring the shocked expressions on his friends' faces, Alfred straightened his shirt and vest before taking a seat opposite Francis. Even if he was a self-proclaimed hero, he was going to live up to his name. If his girls, whoops I mean friends, needed his help, he would be there for them. Besides, that burger looked like it was dying to be eaten by him.

"If I win, we win all three stuff!"

"And if you lose," Francis' blue eyes darkened, "you hand over your souls to me."

"What?" Yao was petrified.

"I am just kidding, little fawn…" Francis winked at him, "so shall we start our game?"

The trio more or less consented and all sat down around the table, Feliks started to shuffle the cards but stopped.

"Only Alfred's gonna strip, right?"

"Of course, unless he loses."

"Heroes never lose!"

Ooops, there went his vest. And his tie.

"Err, I might take a while but have faith in me!" Alfred gave his two friends a thumbs-up.

Feliks had convinced Yao to put on their cheerleading outfits and were hollering for their favourite hero to win.

"How about you have some wine yourself? It's on me," Francis pointed to the bottle.

"Sure!" Alfred grabbed a glass full of wine and gulped it down.

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It was a pleasant afternoon in the Petiole Square.

Mr. Sun had decided to be gentle today and poured lovely rays of sunlight all over the place, making the air feel fresh and crisp. The gravel paved lanes were occupied by makeshift stalls and pushcarts selling overpriced trinkets to unsuspecting tourists. It was one of the small problems faced by a sleepy town made famous overnight.

Two pairs of blue eyes, both very different shades, watched random people and tourists circling around the square's famous fountain that depicted the local town heroes, chatter and camera flashes accompanying them.

Clearing his throat for the umpteenth time, Ludwig finally decided to make some small talk, "nice weather today."

His awkward companion, a boy with wavy blond hair and a defiant curl, nodded in agreement, "yeah, it is. It's nice and sunny."

"So how's your mom?"

Matthew had his interest on a little sparrow jumping about on the ground, "erm, she's fine now. It's been a good year for us."

"Yes, it has," Ludwig noticed the tiny bird hopping around, one of its wing was folded awkwardly.

His blue eyes widened when he saw the wavy blond haired boy coax the tiny bird into his palms.

"How did you do that? Isn't the little fellow afraid of you?"

"I took animal care classes in school, we can do so much more for them, you know? Feliciano's in my class too, hence the long line of cats that follow him everywhere."

Ludwig smiled, that was really just like sweet Feliciano.

Matthew took a deep breath before he asked, "Ludwig… Sir… Erm, do you like Feliciano?"

"Why are you asking me that?.."

His ears perked up, "so you don't?"

"I do-oooooo…. Not, really," Ludwig tried his best to sound cryptic even though the answer was obvious.

"So you don't really like him, that's so sad for Feliciano…" the boy sighed as he stroked the odd wing of the sparrow gently.

"Well, I don't know what he's really thinking. I mean, he's always saying things like I love you, I like you so much, do they really mean more?"

Realizing he said too much, Ludwig kept quiet. Matthew surprisingly had a very soothing aura that befitted his role as councilor, and he had a gentle voice.

"Does it mean a lot to you when he tells you that?"

"…it does."

"Then that means you-"

"Oh no, please don't say it."

The wavy haired boy patted the sparrow chirping in his hands, "then why don't you tell him? So that he'll only say those words to you."

"I'm, I'm sure he knows that I… Do not not like him… He's a bright kid."

Matthew's jaw nearly fell off into the trashcan, "erm, this is Feliciano we're talking about, right?"

"I'm certain he knows…"

Ludwig was speechless when Matthew held onto his hands and the little sparrow flew off on healed wings, "how does he know you love him?"

"I didn't know you could sing, Matthew."

"How does he know he's yours?"

The tall man shook his head, "is this a hobby of yours?"

Matthew, still holding onto his hands, tugged and urged him to skip along the park, "how do you show him you love him? How does he know that you really, really, truly love him?"

"Matthew, please, everyone's watching…" Ludwig was flushed in his cheeks as they ran through the park.

He saw the boy sitting on top of a small hill, flowers all around him, "everybody wants to live happily ever after, everybody wants to know their true love is true…"

"How do you know he loves you? How do you show he's yours?" Matthew sang to the butterflies as he plucked a few colourful flowers.

Ludwig swatted some of them away but they insisted on hovering around his head like a halo so he gave up.

Before he knew it, Matthew got up and pulled him into a crowd of people practicing the waltz, "well does he take you out dancin' just so he can hold you close? Dedicate a song with words in just for you?"

"We've only met last week…" Ludwig groaned as he was spun about like a toy ballerina.

Matthew laughed as he pulled off a chocolate brown sash from a candy stall decoration, "because he'll wear your favourite colour, just so he can match your eyes," and wrapped it around the flowers.

"Yes, that does remind me of Feliciano," Ludwig couldn't agree more, not realizing he was bobbing his head to the song.

"Rent a private picnic by the fires glow" Matthew spotted a pair of blonde haired guys having a picnic and he ran to their picnic basket to take out a jar of jam and pulled the ribbon off it, before flouncing off again.

Ludwig had to keep apologizing to the young couple for interrupting their picnic. Thankfully one of them laughed it off and the other boy looked like he couldn't care less, Ludwig could leave peacefully and follow Matthew.

The taller blond poked his friend playfully and rustled his hair, "we should sing along too!"

"How about you drown in that lake first?" the smaller blond gave an icy smile and re-adjusted his sailor cap.

"Aww, you're so cute sometimes!" he gave him a kiss on the cheek and received a resounding whack on the head.

Much to Ludwig's horror when he caught up with Matthew, he saw almost the entire square skipping and singing along with the wavy blond singer, "his heart will be yours forever, something everything will show…"That's how you know, that's how you know!"

"He's your love…" the tall blond was whisked away by Matthew and presented with a nicely made bouquet of flowers.

So that's what the sash and ribbons were for…

Ludwig wanted to face palm but he decided to save it for later, he had to give Feliciano those flowers first, he was sure the pasta lover would love them.

He looked at the time and gasped, they were going to be late! Something bad always happened when he was late.

I can't believe I got dragged into all that singing!

"Matthew, come on!" he shouted as he burst through the crowds and grabbed onto the wavy haired boy.

After the music had died down, people all around the square were curious.

"Who was that guy again?"

Luckily, Matthew didn't have a chance to hear that since Ludwig was grumbling in a very loud voice about them being late and the walk being too long.

"Eeep, he's already here!" he pointed shakily at the shiny salon car parked outside the café.

They ran towards the café entrance and Ludwig frantically tried to open the door but the knob fell off so Matthew directed him to the backdoor which opened easily.

The sound of bottles smashing and a familiar loud obnoxious laughter had pretty much told them what happened.

Oh god, please don't let that be my Dom Perignon…

"ALRIGHT, I WIN!" Alfred stood triumphantly on top of the table and splashed expensive wine everywhere, feeling nice and breezy in his smiley face boxers.

All nine bottles?

"Oh, yay…" his two much less enthusiastic friends cheered, their hair and faces dripping with wine. Feliks uttered something pink related and left.

"IN YOUR FACE, YOU FU-" he waved his middle finger at Francis, who seemed a little amused.

"You and me should have some sexytime…" he grinned. There was this weird glow in his eyes.

"Get down, Al," Matthew grabbed hold of the smiley boxers and plucked him off the table without much difficulty.

"Mattie, you're just in time to congratulate me and bask in my awesomeness! And look at the awesome stuff we won!"

"How about we find your pants first?" Matthew saw Yao pulling the pants free from one of the fancy ceiling lamps.

How did it get there?

"Aww, but it's nice and breezy!" Alfred danced like a happy drunk around Matthew.

Ludwig felt bad to make his landlord wait, ok not that bad, and ushered Francis to his office.

He turned back to regard his only unaffected employee, "Matthew, please take care of them first."

"I hope you didn't have to wait long, I was…" Ludwig said as he placed the bouquet on his kitty-chan desk, "plucking flowers…"

"It's fine, your foolish boys were very entertaining. OH, I didn't know you appreciated flowers, they are beautiful things," Francis smiled as he eyed the bouquet.

"Yes, they are," Ludwig thought fondly of Feliciano, "but we have more important things to discuss now."

Leaning forward from his chair, Francis' blue eyes glinted, "so you actually managed to get that much money? I'm impressed…"

"I won't give up this café, it's too important to me."

"Really? Then what if I say it's not enough?" he relaxed in his chair.

"No, we had a deal," Ludwig said in a firm voice, not expecting any talk-back.

Too engaged in staring each other down, no one noticed a little feather popping out of thin air and floating down onto the desk.

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Ending Note: Thanks for reading, see you all next time.