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"So, you say you've never even made coffee before? Like ever?" Matthew asked, preparing a latte.

"Nope, but how hard can it be? It's just coffee," Gilbert reasoned, shrugging.

"Okay, if you say so. Why don't you go try to take an order?"

"Don't want to show me how to do it?" the albino asked, moving closer to the Canadian. He placed his hand on the blond's hand which was working the coffee machine. "I'm more of a hands on learner."

"Nope," the violet-eyed man said quickly, shoving the silverette away and nearly dropping the coffee. "I mean, it's just coffee. Like you said, how hard can it be?" Damn, the Prussian thought, walking over the cash register. Why did I say that? He saw his first customer and smiled at the young woman. She was a short blond with pink streaks going through her hair. She was pretty.

"What can I get for you?" the red-eyed man asked.

The customer looked up at him and smiled gently before she said, "I need an IV of your triple shot one shot decaf two shots regular add protein shot mocha-latte in a plastic cup with extra whip cream."

"Wait, what? Are you even allowed to have that many words in a coffee order?"

"Oh my gosh, really? Can you just get me my coffee already?" she asked, irritated.

"Whoa, already? You literally just asked me to get you your coffee."

"Not anymore. Now it's been at least 10 seconds since I ordered," the blond said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay," the albino gritted through his teeth. "What was your order again?"

"I need an IV of your triple shot one shot decaf two shots regular add protein shot mocha-latte in a plastic cup with extra whip cream."

"One more time."

"Oh my gosh, are you serious?" she questioned incredulously. "It's an IV of your triple shot one shot decaf two shots regular add protein shot mocha-latte in a plastic cup with extra whip cream. How hard can that be?"

"Right, okay," he began, turning around and going to the coffee machines. "How hard can an IV shot with two decaf shot protein triple mocha shot in a cup with extra cream shots? I hope you get shot with your stupid coffee," he mumbled as he glared at the customer. "With an order like that I'm gonna need a shot of tequila. What happened to black coffee with sugar?" The German looked at the large coffee machine with an infinite amount of buttons and levers. What the hell am I supposed to do here? He grabbed a Styrofoam cup from the one of the stacks beside the machine. He put it on the machine and inspected the machine quizzically, as if it was a foreign object. After a few seconds he shrugged and started pressing random buttons until he decided he had done enough. He got a cap for the cup and picked up the coffee from the machine. He closed it and returned to the cash register. He gave the blond the coffee as she handed him the money for the drink

"Finally," the blond said, holding her coffee. "I thought I would never get my coffee. At least you put it in a plastic cup.

"What? Plastic? Are you sure?" Gilbert asked, looking at her coffee. Sure enough, it was in a plastic cup. "I would've sworn…"

"You would've sworn what?" the blond asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"That… that I put it in a plastic cup. Took you long enough to notice."

"Whatever. I still have to taste it. So far not one barista has made this drink correctly."

"Then why do you keep ordering it? More importantly, how do you know what it tastes like?"

"I have my reasons, kay?" The customer threw one more look at the albino before taking a sip of her coffee. Suddenly, her mean grimace turned into a bright smile as she took a huge gulp of her drink.

"This is amazing! It's exactly what I ordered! How did you make this?" Gilbert grinned smugly and was about to tell her when he realized he had no idea himself.

"Um…. a barista never reveals his secrets."

"But I must have more of this amazing drink."

"Then I guess you're just going to have to come back again, won't you?" the silver-haired man commented, looking at the people behind her in line. "Now if you excuse me, next!"

"How are things going over here?" Matthew asked as he walked over to the other cash register and gave a customer his coffee. "Is making coffee as easy as you thought?"

"Pssssssshh, it's easier," the red-eyed man said. "I could do this all day."

"Cool," the Canadian smiled. "Glad you're having fun."

"Yeah, me too." The two stared at each for a few seconds until Matthew looked to the ground shyly.

"Well, keep up the good work," the blond said before turning back to the next customer in his line. The Prussian sighed before turning his attention back to his next customer too. He was middle-aged man with a built figure and had a full head of brown hair with a few strands of white hair in the mix. He was wearing a nice suit and carrying a briefcase. He was impatiently tapping his foot and looking at his watch every two seconds. He was clearly in rush to go somewhere.

"What can I get you today sir?" the German asked lamely.

"I want a triple shot one shot decaf two shots regular one pump white chocolate two pumps peppermint and a half pump of hazelnut Gibraltar and make it quick," the brunette said, taking out his blackberry. Before asking his customer to repeat whatever the hell he had just said, Gilbert turned his head just in time to hear Matthew's customer order.

"I'd like a black coffee with sugar please," he said, staring at Matthew intently while handing him a fifty. "Keep the change." Matthew's customer was a young man with dirty blond hair. He was well-built and was wearing blue jeans and a green polo.

"Are you kidding me?!" the Prussian practically cried. "Your guy's only ordering black coffee and giving you a forty-five dollar tip while I basically have to climb Mount Everest to complete half his order?! That's not fair."

"Are you sure?" the Canadian asked, ignoring the German. "Isn't there anything else you want?"

"Well, now that you mention it I think I could go for something sweet," the dirty blond smirked.

"Okay, well what do you want? We have cookies, donuts, sco-"

"Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines of a sweet barista named Matthew," the dirty blond winked, leaning on the counter.

"Oh," the blond blushed, hiding his head. "That's cute."

"Kind of like you. So what d-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the albino interrupted as he waved his arms in the air making X's, as if banning the idea. "What's happening here?"

"Hey!" the middle-aged man cried at him. "Aren't you going to go get my coffee? I told you to make it quick!"

"Maybe if you wanted actual coffee I would be. Not that double shot Gibraltar peppermint hazel-chocolate thing you asked me for. Just hold on a second, sir."

"I have to go! Get me my coffee!"

"Then go to the bathroom sir. No one said you weren't allowed to. Your coffee should be done by then. Now Mattie, what is the meeting of this?"

"Mattie?" the dirty blond customer asked. "Is that what your friends call you? Well, I definitely cannot call you that considering that we are so much more th-"

"That line's already been used by the awesome me so get a new catch phrase buddy!" the Prussian cried.

"Then why do you call him Mattie?"

"I—because we'r—Go away! Matthew, what's happening?"

"Well, what do you mean?" the Canadian questioned.

"I mean, what's going on between you and this dude?"

"Nothing," the blond shrugged before realizing something. "Wait… why do you care anyway? It's none of your business."

"None of my business! None of my business!"

"Yeah, that's what I just said."

"Okay!" Gilbert screamed loudly.

"Why are you screaming?"

"I—I don't know," the albino said in his regular voice. The German looked at Matthew then to the customer then back to Matthew. "Hey Matthew, are you tired? You look tired."

"No… no I'm-"

"Just what I thought. You know what? Let me take care of this customer for you." The silverette grabbed a random cup and ran back to the coffee machine. He pressed the first button he saw, purred a bunch of sugar into the cup, and capped it. He shook the cup violently as he walked back to the customer.

"Here, enjoy," the red-eyed man said as he slammed the coffee on to the counter. "As for something sweet…" He reached over into the glass pastry container, pulled out five donuts and put them beside the coffee on the desk. "That should be more than enough to satisfy your needs."

"But I wanted-"

"Get out," the Prussian practically growled.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow Matthew, kay?" the dirty blond said as he grabbed his coffee and donuts and left the café.

"What was that about?" Matthew asked as Gilbert watched the dirty blond walked down the street.

"What do you mean?"

"You, coming here and acting all weird." The Prussian turned to look at the Canadian.

"I thought you said you barely knew me. How do you know that this isn't how I act all the time?" The blond stared at him wide-eyed before thinking it about it for a second.

"I guess I don't." Matthew looked at him till he saw the man in the suit still in line. He seemed to be very angry. "We should get back to work now." The albino stared at him for a while before slowly nodding. He went back to his register.

"Hello sir," the red-eyed man smiled. "Did you go to the bathroom yet?"

"No, I didn't go to the bathroom," the brunette gritted through his teeth.

"Are you kidding me? The whole time I was over there you didn't go? What for? I told you that you could go," the German sighed. "Just go now, I'll wait," he finished, leaning on the counter."

"I don't need to go to the bathroom, you buffoon! When I said I needed to go I meant somewhere else. As in I have an appointment with someone and I can't be late."

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, well why didn't you just say so?"

"I di—you know what? It's done now. Can you just get me my coffee?"

"Sure," Gilbert nodded. "What was it again?" The brunette took several deep breaths before answering.

"A triple shot one shot decaf two shots regular one pump white chocolate two pumps peppermint and a half pump of hazelnut Gibraltar."

"Right, okay. The awesome me will get you your coffee. Give me a sec." He grabbed a cup, placed it in the coffee machine and pressed eight random buttons and pulled two levers. He swiftly capped it and gave it to the customer. The brunette bitterly gave him the money and left the line. Gilbert quickly counted the money before putting it in the cash register. What? No tip? The next few customers went fairly smoothly and everything was going fine. Antonio cane out of the bathroom a few minutes later and saw his friend behind making coffee. He quickly ran to meet him and jumped over the counter.

"Can we go now?" Antonio whined, tugging on Gilbert's shoulder. "My Lovi left 20 minutes ago and I have to be at soccer practice in 15 ."

"Well then why don't you just go by yourself then? I have to help Mattie here with all these coffee orders," the albino explained, handing an IV of a half decaf lungo shot Snickers moo-caccino with caramel drizzles on the bottom of the cup and scone over to a customer.

"What?! You want me to go alone?! Why would you give up watching me play soccer so you can hang out with Mattie all day?" the Spaniard asked incredulously. "I know you think he's cute, and sweet, and you've been talking about him non stop for the past few days but, I don't get it. It just makes no s- oooooooooohhhhhhhh." The brunette made a face of revelation as he started nodding in understanding. "I get it now. You want to get some of his little red tomatoes." The red-eyed man stopped paying attention to the customers before him and turned to look at his friend quizzically.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing," Antonio said, putting his has hands up defensively. "All I'm saying is that you want to take a trip in his garden. His tomato garden."

"What does that even mean?"

"You'll learn soon enough," he explained, putting his hand on his silver-haired friend's shoulder.

"What? What will I learn? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That makes it more fun!" the soccer player squealed. "Trust me, in a few days ti-"

"Excuse me sir but you can't be in here," Matthew explained, making a cappuccino. "This area is restricted for employees only. I'm going to have to ask you to get out."

"Oh but of course," the brunette smiled, winking at the Canadian. "I'll see you guys later." He turned around before looking back at Gilbert and whispered "Tomatoes…."

"You've been spending way too much time with Francis," the albino stated. Antonio seemed only to smile wider as he turned and skipped his way out of the café.

"What was that about?" Matthew asked, looking at Gilbert.

"I'm not really sure."

Lovino peered into the coffee shop slowly to see if his stalker was still there. When he didn't see him after a few minutes he concluded that he was gone.

"Thank god," the Italian sighed. He went into the café and walked up to the counter where Matthew was.

"Thank god you're here," the Canadian grinned, seeing his fellow employee. "We've got maple loads of customers. The only reason I've gone on this long is 'cause Gil- Gra-? Shoot. I forgot his name."

"Really?!" the albino cried. "Again?!"

"Sorry. Anyway, you need to hel-"

"Yeah, no," the brunette said, shaking his head. "My shift's up. It's four-thirty."

"What?! But you were gone for half of it though."

"Hey! I worked very hard for the other half so it adds up, kay?!" Lovino defended. "Your shift's up too. Let's go."

"What?! There are still so many people in line. How can I just go?"

"Like this." The Italian swiftly grabbed his friend over the counter and pulled him up. Well... tried. He got him up about halfway before letting him go and arching over on his back.

"Whoa, what you have for breakfast today?" The brunette asked between breathes. "Bricks?"

"God, weak much?" the German "barista" commented, handing a customer their double venti not too sweet hot chai poured over ice double blended divided into four cups.

"I'm not weak, you bastard! He just weighs two billion pounds!"

"Yeah, 'cause that's logical," the albino said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"It's too logical! What are you even doing here? You don't work here!"

"How would you know that? You were gone for half of your shift! How do you know he didn't hire me to replace you after you left?"

"Because Mattie wouldn't do that, you fucking douchebag!" the Italian cried. He turned to his Canadian friend.

"You wouldn't do that, right?" Lovino whispered.

"No, I didn't do that," Matthew assured, shaking his head. "He offered to help me after you left. And let's face it, I needed as much help as I could get." The brunette looked to the German who was shooting him daggers.

"Whatever, let's go Mattie."

"I can't just go," the blond repeated before he saw two more people entering the café. They were two young red-heads that had on aprons with the shop's logo engraved on it.

"Alissa! Gertrude! Over here!" Matthew called out, waving his hands in the air to make sure they saw him. The two red-heads looked around for a few seconds before locating the Canadian and walking over.

"You guys came just in time."

"More like ten minutes late but fine," Lovino muttered under his breath.

"We need to go now," the blond started, ignoring the Italian's comment and taking off his apron. "You guys can take over now."

"Kay," one of the girls agreed.

"So...," Matthew began, turning to look at Gilbert. "Thanks for your help today... you.

"Gilbert. It's Gilbert! T, Gilbert," the Prussian explained, exasperated. "It's really not that hard to remember."

"Right Gilbert. Well, thanks again." The Canadian made his way from behind the counter and made his way to Arthur's table with Lovino.

"Hey, are you guys ready to go?" the Englishman asked, looking up from his book.

"Yeah, we just finished our shifts," Matthew replied.

"Cool." The dirty blond got up and started to walk out of the coffee shop of the coffee shop when Matthew suddenly stopped.

"Wait.. I forgot something," he realised. "Give me a second." The blond took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. He put on the front door of the cafe. He then strolled back to where his friends were waiting.

"Okay, we can go now."

"Wait, what did you just do?" Lovino asked.

"Oh, I just put up a help wanted sign."

"What? Why? You just hired me. Why do you need more help?"

"You work the afternoon shift, Lovino. I need someone to cover the night one. The guys who usually did it quit, so I need someone to fill their spots."

"How about those two girls over there?" the Italian inquired. "Don't they do the night shift?"

"No, they do the morning one. Don't you remember them leaving this morning when we got here?" The Italian made an inquisitive face as he contemplated the idea.

"I guess..." the brunette shrugged.

"Okay well, I need two more people to do that shift. Since I had no one to do it I just asked the girls to do it sometimes but usually I do it."

"Whatever, let's just go now." The trio walked out of the café and began to make their journey home.

"So who was that blond you were talking with?" the Canadian asked after a few minutes into their walk, breaking the silence. "I saw that he was sitting at your table."

"Oh um..." Arthur began, hesitating a bit. "I guess he's my boyfriend now."

"Boyfriend? But you just broke up with Alfred last week. Plus you just met the guy. How is he already your boyfriend?"

"We're going on a date tomorrow."

"So? That means you're going on a date, not dating. There's a difference."

"What so, you're the master of dating now?"

"No, I'm just saying it's not the same thing."

"It is too," Lovino argued. "I mean, I'm going on a first date with somebody tomorrow and we're dating."

"Whatever; just forget it."

The men kept walking until ed the bus stop.

"You know, you could just live with us," Arthur offered his Canadian friend. "We have an extra room in our apartment."

"Yeah, then you wouldn't have to take the bus everyday," Lovino added.

"It's fine, you guys," Matthew declined. "The bus isn't too bad and I don't really mind living with my brother."

"Who is this brother anyway?" the Italian questioned. "Both Arthur and I have never met him and we've been to you place a countless amount of time."

"I've told you guys this before. He's rarely ever at the apartment. He's always out with his friends and sleeps their house 99 times out of 100. Bedsides where we live, we live separate lives. I mean, I don't even think he knows I work at the coffee shop. I haven't seen him in ages."

"Fine, but you know the offer is always open."

"Thanks," the blond said as the bus pulled up the curb. "I'll keep it in mind. Bye guys."


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